Friday, October 9, 2009

Thoughts of the Day

A list of ways to display incompetence:

  • As a doctor, you could treat diabetes with ice cream and Reese's peanut butter cups;
  • as a maid, you could clean grass stains with motor oil;
  • as a personal trainer, you could give your clients flat-screen televisions;
  • as a NASCAR driver, you could turn the steering wheel to the right;
  • and as the Nobel Peace Prize Committee, you could give your annual award to Barack Hussein Obama.

Nobody could ever be that stupid, though... Right?

Guess again!  For some completely asinine (or politically motivated) reason, the Norwegian Nobel Committee decided today to give the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize to our valiant leader.  

The quote from their website claims this is due to his "extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples."  With their selection, I assume they considered his cooperation with General McChrystal as he repeatedly requests the services of additional soldiers in Afghanistan.  They probably also recalled his cooperation with American citizens who overwhelmingly oppose his developing healthcare agenda.  I'm sure they also reviewed how well he cooperated with the many citizens who requested he produce his American birth certificate before the 2008 elections.  What a peacemaker!

Ironically, he's actually more qualified to win the Nobel Prize in Literature since he has actually written a couple of books... or was that Bill Ayers?

Thursday, October 1, 2009

"Wood Grain with the Leather Seats...

...windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me."

After all these years, Betty Clair finally has a car that can be described in a rap song!  Yesterday afternoon, we went down to BMW of Nashville to look at cars and left that evening with a 2006 BMW 330i.  

(I'll give you a minute to let it sink in that Ross Hatcher let his wife get a car carrying a price tag with more than three numbers.  I know... it's shocking.)

However, after getting married last May, I completely abandoned my cheap, tightwad ways and adopted a new motto to keep my wonderful wife happy.  That motto (which I borrowed from a Vince Vaughn movie) is very simple and goes as follows:

What my baby wants, my baby gets.  

Betty Clair doesn't really believe I follow this protocol very well, but her new automobile proves otherwise.  I am so good to my wife in so many ways!

Check out the pictures of the new Beemer!