First of all, a blessed Christmas Holiday to each and every one of you – thank you for being such loyal readers.

Second, there is still time for a few entries in the Baby pool – we haven’t left for the hospital yet, and until we do I will still accept entries. Heck, that ought to give you enough clues for some fairly accurate entries. Remember, the winner gets over 800 BlogMad credits, and second place isn’t too shabby either.

Thank you for stopping by, God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!

Last chance – TMBWitW is starting to get labor pains on an inconsistent basis. Once we leave for the hospital, I will close the pool.

Thank you for stopping by, God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!

Dear visitor:

I have a problem. The winner of the Great Bug Wonderful Baby Pool Contest will most likely be either Jarhead John or prying1. I don’t think a two-way contest is fair. There are over 800 BlogMad credits up for grabs here, to the person who guesses the hour our daughter is born. Officially, as of yesterday morning’s (12-02-2006) ultrasound, TMBWitW is at 37 weeks.

What do you have to lose? Five credits? But, look at how many you could win! Even if you come in second, there are still a lot of credits to be had!

Thank you for stopping by, God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!

…the third guy ducks.

Sorry, I had to get that line out of my head.

I had a nice face-to-face conversation with Gawfer last night. He was in town on business, and we sat down in a St@rbuck$ and chatted. We, meaning TMBWitW and I; there is no baby yet. (Stubborn kid. I wonder where she gets that?) Anyway – we chatted for a while, on a variety of topics – several other bloggers’ names came up (Texas Fred and Jarhead John among others), we also chatted a bit about Disneyland – his family had a pass last year, TMBWitW and I missed going this year for the first time since we were married.

Gotta tell ya, his picture doesn’t do him justice – his smile is much bigger than that. His heart is much bigger, too – but there’s no picture to prove that.

Gawfer, it was good talking to you, bud. I am honored to be your friend, and blessed to be called your brother in Christ.

Thank you for stopping by, God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!

The most wonderful time of the year is here – and here in Phoenix, the Valley of the Sun (33 this morning on Mr. Thermometer. What happened to the ‘dry heat’?) the Christmas spirit – seems to be missing in the drivers.

Yes, I’m going to rant a bit.

With this new job, I’ve had to pick a new route to work. The route I have settled on takes me across town on one avenue most of the way, and it seems that there are a few “regulars” with whom I share commute times.

One of these is a young lady (appearances can be deceiving, and age is relative, so let’s leave it at that) who drives a classic VW Bug – about a 1968 or so.

Well, she used to. Yesterday afternoon, on my way home, there was an accident. A driver, in too much of a hurry, cut her off. Clipped her front end, actually. Hard enough to spin her off the street, over the curb, and sideways into a telephone/power pole. The driver’s side was caved in to the center console. I came upon the scene right after the ambulance pulled away, so I don’t know her condition. I do know there was a lot of blood on the white interior, and the car itself was totaled.

I knew that this country was getting more and more self-involved, but to get to the point where you think YOU have more important things to do than anyone else on the road is inexcusable. Asinine, even. If you break the covenant of driving, you will either hurt or get hurt. (The ones who need to be heeding this are thinking, “Hmm, 50-50 chance of survival – I’ll take it!”) What is it that makes you think that you are more important than anyone else? Do you make more money than everyone else? How do you know? By the car they drive? Sam Walton, who died a multi-billionaire, drove a 1972 pick up to the end. He could have afforded a car and driver, yet this man who was richer than anyone I know drove himself, in an old truck. Do you have a better job? You must, considering you are SPEEDING and SWERVING to get there. If you had a shred of decency or respect for others, you would leave the house earlier so you wouldn’t have to race to the office, but there’s the issue – no respect for anyone – including yourself.

This concludes my holiday rant on bad drivers.

In other news, no baby yet. Still time to get in the pool.

Thank you for stopping by, God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!