Ramblings of an American Madman

Ramblings of an American Madman - Just another day - palm trees and white sand - An unusually cool August day in this year called 2009 - started the day like most days - woke up - ha,ha,ha, that never gets old - nothing of terrible importance going on at work, just work - had a nice lunch with loved one and fairly quiet afternoon - came home and turned around to go back out to have some pizza with other loved ones - a day of having meals with loved ones - very enjoyable - now back relaxing drinking a cup of Brazilian coffee which I find most enjoyable - like the after taste - sneaker coffee taste - you probably wonder why I sometime have sentence structure and punctuation and other times don't - me too - I wonder the same thing - sometimes I wonder it out loud and people look at me funny - not funny like laugh funny but funny like weird funny. Not much going on that I can bring to mind although I am toying with the idea of running for President of the United States. Everyone should consider serving in our government at one point or another and I am going to skip over running for Mayor of Stage Stop, ID or even state seats, hell if I am going to run for an office it might as well be something big! Now I have no illusions of ever being taken seriously for President, I just want to spend a couple of years flying around the U.S. making an ass out of myself. I say that because that is what would happen, I can't imagine I could give a well thought out opinion on any subject other than maybe what I like in a good cup of coffee. I can see it now, shaking hands with well wishers on the campaign trail with reporters and TV cameras around and I reach down and scratch my balls, not just a light brush on the outside of my jeans (yes, I would probably wear jeans) but a full reach down the front of my pants and give a good old four finger rasping of the boys. And of course it would be caught on TV and the reporters would write in great detail about the look of satisfaction I had on my face as I was in the act. I would become the ball scratching candidate and probably wouldn't have to shake many hands after that. Oh but a boy can dream - and then he wakes up - wakes up in Southwest Idaho and wonders what did I do to deserve this - starting to drift a little so see you down the trail and keep your eyes on the road boys, eyes on the road!