Even blind bats don't hit the cave walls.

I spent yesterday driving. Driving my girlfriend back and forth through the snow. She had a babyshower to attended and since the shower was for a member of my family, it was sweet of her to insist on going, even in the snow. I drove her there and picked her up. I believe the total was around 7" of snow fall for Baltimore County. My girlfriend can't drive, or should I say that she prefers not to drive due to her inability to properly stop when she sees tail lights. She just got her car back from the repair shop. $9000 dollars worth of damage repaired from her last collision. I love her, but Ray Charles could drive better. She has horrible eyesight and slow reactions skills. Have you ever been to a beach side amusement park? Ever ride the bumper cars? She manuvers a car like that, but on the highway. It's sad, but I don't mind driving, so long as she is safe, and I think of it as a public service. I save lives by keeping her off the road.
On the topic of writing, I am at a loss. On the topic of blogging, well honestly no one cares, unless it's a train wreck. Twelves years ago I could have wrote about the Tijuana hookers and the back alley strip club I passed out in. It was three in the morning (me and my two friends all passed out together around midnight, still sitting by the stage) and when I came to with my wallet was gone and my wristwatch was in hot pursuit. Thank god the border guards recognized the three of us. This must have happened to alot of young sailors out of San Diego. The guard was cool. He even let me throw up in his trash can. Sweet guy that guard. The twelve mile walk back to base took care of my hangover and gave me time to think how to get back onto the base without a Military I.D. I decided to get onto base in the tradition of Mexican tourism, I hopped the back fence. This was pre 9/11, so most bases in the U.S. just left the back gates open for the drunks to wander in...yahh homeland security.
Now a thought on "Homeland Security." Since everyone in the U.S.A. (san the native americans) is an imigrant. What homeland should I be securing? I guess I should be looking out for the territorial interests of Ireland?

Blog, Swamp Things country Estate

The word blog reminds me of some type of unknown swampland in victorian England. It's like the summer home of Swamp Thing.

"I spend my winters in the Okeepeenokee, but I take the kids and my ficus of a wife and spend my summers in the blog." said Swamp Thing.

I mean seriously couldn't the net guru's make up a better word. Web-Log= Blog. That doesn't make sense, but whatever I'm tired and my coffee is cold.