Catching Up

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So, Hilliary Clinton made it into Obama's cabinet. Not sure what to make of that, but at least Saturday Night Live will still be in business - people love making fun of Hil and Bill.

I'm tired of the stories of Christmas shoppers already - not only does some poor guy get trampled to death, but when they closed the store to investigate his death a woman was shown screaming that it wasn't fair to her because she had waited in line for hours - little perspective, huh, lady?

Plaxico Burress is a wide receiver who makes about 10 million a year - he shot himself in the leg the other night showing off his gun at a crowded nightclub. Brilliant! He was suspended a couple of times earlier in the year - but he is talented at catching a ball - and that's why we all admire him.

Speaking of wide receivers - a former Bill - Eric Moulds is accused of punching a fan who had the audacity to try and shake his hand. Why are these guys so misunderstood?

I see the 8-year old that shot his father and his father's friend is trying to get a plea bargain - with time off for good behavior he can probably get out by the time he's 12 - and off to the 7th grade with him when prison is done. Sounds unfair, but think of OJ - he killed 2 - allegedly - and got nothing.

Sam was incorrect on the Bills score - for the 2nd straight week he went with the Bills, the over, and to cover - guess I don't have a mini Jimmy the Greek on my hands.

Is my next stimulus check on the way yet? Now that we can afford gas - we can think about luxury items - like a couple of 5 dollar gallons of milk.

What's the countdown 'till W heads back to Texas - 51 days - in case anyone is wondering - just about 2,500 days since he declared the war in Iraq over.

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