A Whole Lot of Nothin'

My brain is cluttered with a whole lot of nothin' today. For example:

:: Somebody asked me yesterday how much weight I had lost. When I said, "Ummm, pretty sure that would be none," she kept insisting. So, I decided that the power of positive thinking must be better. . .so I went with it! 

I have walked for three hours in the last three days. And all but given up fast food completely in the last few months. On Sunday I went down to the stadium and went up and down the steps. A lot of steps. My ass (Please read that as the place on the backside of the body where most other people have something to look at - but I, along with all of my Pike cousins, don't.) is still sore. Perhaps stairs will help develop something of interest in that area.

:: I am now the proud owner of my Fantasy Football League's Denver Broncos! I have never played Fantasy Football before so the draft was interesting to say the least. I devised a complicated algorithm based on  team color and bewildering spelling of names in order to draft my team. At first everyone laughed at me. However, when I revealed my roster this morning, Nancy (who really knows about this stuff!) said, "Holy Shit! You ought to do really well!" Take that, all you doubters!

I have Donovan McNabb and Tony Romo at QB. Ladanian Tomlinson, Maurice Drew-Jones, Clinton Portis and Marshawn Lynch at Running Back. My Wide Receivers are Anquan Boldin, Marques Colston, TJ Houshmandzadeh and Bernard Berrian. Tight Ends are Kellen Winslow and Brent Celek. Kickers are Rob Bironas and John Kasay. My two Defensive Lines are the Vikings  and the Bears.

Things got pretty intense during the draft I must say. In the heat of the moment I had to compromise on the uniform colors but I stayed true to my strange name goal. During the later rounds I clearly heard a daughter call her mother a b*tch and I vaguely remember offering someone $100 to take away Ali's fifth round pick for running back because she was going to take someone I wanted. I'm not proud of my behavior - but it worked!

:: No calls on the big, brown house in the 'hood yet. But I still believe.

:: It was 46 outside when I got up this morning. Because I didn't close the windows last night it was 57 in the living room. It's September 1st and I had the space heater on in the bathroom this morning. That just seems wrong on so many levels.

That's about it from the view inside my head this morning.

Carry on.