Introductions, grass cutting, etc.

I'm new here. The title of this blog is one of my favorite ironic well-worn quotes from Seinfeld. If you've seen the show, you know it well. If you don't, I suggest a Google search because my telling you about it won't do it proper justice.

The original title was going to be "This, that, but definitely not the other," (another Seinfeld homage with a twist) but the blogger URL was frankly gonna be a pain. The URL that eventually got used for this blog isn't much better, but we'll work on it later.

Anywho, this blog will pretty much be a bunch of rambling about nothing, probably most of it sports. It's a creative outlet for me to talk out loud because therapy these days is a little too expensive.

With that, welcome to the show. Hope you don't fall asleep. If you do, well...see the title of the blog.

GRASS CUTTING

I have mixed emotions about cutting grass. It's a good form of exercise because I don't have a push mower. And I like it a lot better in March and April, not so much in May and June and let's not even discuss July, August and September. You have a more finite window to get it done once the calendar goes past June because of the heat and humidity of south Louisiana, and you better hope that rain isn't on the menu that afternoon about 6ish.

Now that we've hit the hot-as-hell part of the grass-cutting season, I needed some motivation to get this done Tuesday. So I broke from the outer-border, square pattern taught to me by my father at age 7 and went with my own design.

I know this is very scintillating, and I know you're just sitting on the edge of your seat waiting to read more. After all, what else are you gonna do on June 1? Watch the Astros lose again (UPDATE -- they came back in the bottom of the ninth after blowing a lead in the top of the ninth and won, 8-7, vs. the Nats. Only 16 games under .500 now. Whoopee!!!)? But I'm gonna make you wait for the rest of the story. In my day job, we call it a tease, but leaving you hanging here has nothing to do with it. I just forgot to take pictures of my handiwork today, and without photos, the rest of the post means squadoosh. Actually, that would make it perfect for this blog, but you figured that out already, I'm sure.

So I'll delve more into my grass-cutting mayhem with pictures tomorrow, though you'll have to bring your own crayons. Have a pleasant evening.