Mother Nature is a bi-polar bitch who talks sweetly to you, then smacks you for smiling.
The weather in St. Louis last weekend was gorgeous, with sun and temperatures in the 70's. Until Sunday afternoon.
Thanks to a fast-moving line of really powerful storms, two are dead here, and 270,000 are still without electricity. I was out of town at the time, and my house was spared any damage. Thankfully, internet access is the only thing that is an issue for me, as my modem is unlocking frequently. With the severity of the outtages, I'm surprised Charter is even letting me on line this long.
It's Cardinals opening day, so I'm pretty excited about watching the game this afternoon. I'll have to do it between voice over sessions but I have Tivo so I can rewind the good plays.
There's nothing that says "spring is here" quite like baseball. And the ticks.*
I'm an avid Sopranos watcher, but haven't had the chance to see anything past the season premier when Uncle Junior shot Tony. I assume Tony survived, since he's the cornerstone of the show, although the first episode was one of the bloodiest I've seen. If you've seen more of the new season than I have, don't ruin it for me, I have the new stuff recorded and plan to watch it his week.
My daughter broke up with her worthless bastard-of-a-boyfriend last week so, while I've been the supportive father and loved that she cried on my shoulder, I'm also as happy as goat with three balls. (I don't know what that means but my grandfather used to say it all the time) She's finally starting to see what an abusive little prick the kid is, and that he has no personality, no skills and zero future. And frankly, she's also seen that it would have only been a matter of time before her father kicked his sorry ass.
I'm hoping she stands tough and finds something else to occupy her time... something wholesome like macrame would be great, but most anything will be fine, as long as she avoids reconciling with "creepy bastard."
* I mean the blood sucking kind, not the facial distortions and jerks I get when I think of all my ex's and how much they've ruined my life and kept me bordering on insanity.