Where has the time gone?

My apologies for being so tardy and lax on my blog, dear readers, but many things are going on these days.

The end of the semester is nigh and that means pper writing and final reports. All seems to be going well, and I’ve handed in one piece already. The second I’ll start today and mail on next Monday. The third will be written next week, with the same follow-up in the mail. Then I’m off to Greece for a little less than a month for some fun, sun, visits with friends and an AA convention in the middle of the month. All in all I am one very grateful sober guy these days.

I’ve planted my seeds for my garden in their Jiffy-Pots so when I get back from my trip I can actually put them in the ground. I have tomatos, basil, cantaloupes, buttercup squash, lemon-cucumbers, lots of sunflowers, and bell peppers. It should be a thriving little patch of ground this summer and fall.

I have registered for the summer session in school and will be taking a Quantitative Reasoning class as well as continuing my philosophical studies. I’m only taking 8 credits because I expect a busy summer outside of school. Plus, it is summer, right? I should be taking a break…but that’s what Greece is for.

I have been too busy to write haiku, but I’ll try to get some written this week and next. I will also be blogging from Greece via a cyber-cafe, so I’ll be able to keep you posted on the events over there and the perspective of the US from a foreign port-of-call. Obviously I’ll keep everyone abreast of the 12th Annual South Eastern European International English-Speaking AA Convention!

Keep reading…more to come…

Johnnyboy

And the walls come tumblin’ down…

Isn’t it great? I mean, if you haven’t read or heard the news by now, you will. Scooter Libby has decided to not be the fall guy after all and has named Cheney as the man who told him to leak secret info to the press and that Bush approved the order. Ha! I hope they get what they freakin’ deserve. I can hear Dickey’s ticker clacking away as we speak. Poor, Shrub. He’s probably swilling vanilla extract in the broom closet of the White House kitchen and shitting his pants.

Also…Alberto Gonzalez has told the investigators that Bush’s warrantless spying program applied to communication within the US as well as calls from the outside.

If I were Condi Rice I’d stay on the airplane and fly right home to Birmingham.

These geese are getting cooked. I think they should string up the lot of ’em for treason on the mall in D.C.

Oh, happy day!

Johnnyboy