As you know, I *never* post anything political on this blog.
I also have a strong, warm-fuzzy feeling when it comes to the current administration.

Those things aside, after hearing about Dick Cheney’s indictment last night on the news, I was intrigued. (Not enough to actually watch the news report, but whatever.)

I have read a few sources and think this is total bs. I may not agree with the man, but he appears to be the target of a vindictive DA that is on his way out.
Here is the New York Times article.

Like this:
Dick Cheney walks into the Oval Office and sees The President whooping and hollering.
“What’s the matter, Mr. President?” The Vice President inquired.
“Nothing at all, boss. I just done finished a jigsaw puzzle in record time!” The President beamed.
“How long did it take you?”
“Well, the box said ‘3 to 5 Years’ but I did it in a month!”

Or how about this:
Q: How many Bush Administration officials does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None. There is nothing wrong with the light bulb; it’s conditions are improving every day. Any reports of its lack of incandescence are delusional spin from the liberal media. That light bulb has served honorably, and anything you say undermines the lighting effect. Why do you hate freedom?

Or maybe:
Q: What’s George Bush’s position on Roe v. Wade?
A: He really doesn’t care how people get out of New Orleans.

And, of course, this:
Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: “Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.”
“OH NO!” the President exclaims. “That’s terrible!”
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.
Finally, the President looks up and asks, “How many is a brazillion?”

The topper:

I wish I could write captions for the news.

Have a good day everyone!

I was thinking again. That always leads to trouble.

Are you the same person you were 15 years ago? Aside from all the “personal growth” stuff and maturity and all of that. Are you even similar?
Maxine and I are pushing up on 15 years this March and I have spent a lot of time thinking about our journey so far.

If the “then me” were to meet the “now me,” would I recognize me? Usually when people think about things like this, it leads to the question, “Would the young me like the old me?”
I think that question is complete BS.
As I look back at the things I was doing 15-20 years ago…man, I was a dumbass.
It’s amazing that I am not dead, in jail, or diseased. I have always been incredibly impulsive and lived for the moment. Most of my choices when I was younger reflect that.

That is why I met Maxine when I did. The universe has its way of bringing complimentary forces together.
Where I am impulsive, she is meticulous.
Where I am arrogant, she is humble.
When I am passionate and emotional about a topic, she is a thoughtful and level headed.
When she is passionate and emotional about a topic, I am thoughtful and level headed.
Where I am sometimes creative in my answers, she is honest in all she does. (I prefer being called a master of spin, thank you very much. It is a great skill to be able to twist the truth without having to lie.)
I love being able to watch a show with her and we can have a perfectly calm discussion on our very different views. It doesn’t matter what subject. If we disagree, we can discuss it. (Although on most topics our views are fairly close. I think religion is the biggest gap.)

While it is pretty cliche to call your spouse your best friend, I think it is pretty obvious with anyone that knows us. When it comes to Maxine, I am pretty much a stalker with a healthy obsession. There are so many things she is good at, so many reasons why I love her. I won’t bore you all with the details. (And believe me, I could go on for some time…)

I think it all sums up to one statement.

We are perfect for each other.

But I love my family more.

That means I stopped watching today’s game at halftime. Its probably a good thing.
Holy shit, it was BAD! After we got home from running a few errands, I commented to Maxine that at least I got to see the highlights before we left.
(That would be the one field goal that they managed to score and Brian Urlacher’s interception)

I have been a Bears fan for my entire memorable life. Good years, bad years, in between years, all of them. There was a few years in there that I didn’t follow them closely, but that is ok because they REALLY REALLY sucked during that period and I was not paying attention to any sports.

I have had so many highs and lows based on their performance. Its really an odd phenomenon. I heard someone on the radio mention once that sports fans lack perspective. They (the fans) need to realize that they care more than the athletes that participate. That person was specifically referring to NBA players but I think it holds true in all sports to some extent.
That being as it may, I will continue to spend my hard earned cash on merchandise commemorating my favorite teams. I may never go to their games for a variety of reasons but I support them however I can. (Mostly with unheard cheers, screams, and obscenities.)

I love the NFL and I enjoy watching many other sports. (Except hockey, soccer, and car racing. I don’t understand any of those.) My newfound enjoyment of MMA fighting has expanded my horizons somewhat but it is still nowhere near my love of the NFL. I thought about doing a post on why I think football is the perfect sport but this post is already long enough. Maybe someday.

I’ve been in a strange mood again lately.
I have redesigned the site a bunch of times, posted almost no real content, and haven’t really thought much. I realize that music videos are fun for some, boring as hell for others. I have been in the mood to watch them lately and have shared a few that “took me back.”

I also realized today that it is pretty boring that I haven’t posted anything else.
Content comes! I promise!
In fact, If you read this backwards, like everyone else does, you already read my post about the Bears. See! I told you!

Have I ever mentioned that I am a pig?

But then I realized how much I used to FREAKIN LOVE KID ‘N PLAY!

They get their own showcase.

Flashbacks rock!

It’s a throw down!

Uh! Yeah!

Am I the only one that appreciates this stuff?
I hope not!

So Maxine and I are sitting around talking, which is our favorite past time.
I came up with a great idea.

When I die, I want to be cremated.
Then, I want the urn buried in a hole.
My tombstone should read:
Here lies Mark,
The ash-hole.

Damn, I think that is sooo funny.