Steve's Blog Part Mike, Election, Sports, Chrissy, Joke, Bye

I threatened to start recording my friend Mike if we didn't get off of the phone by 10PM, and we didn't quite make it, so here is the last part of Mike's side of our conservation. Is it that late? Holy cow! I really have to get going, too. Are you typing, or are you recording into your little recorder? My last thought is, that's my final answer. Talk to you later, bye.

Yes, that was my friend Mike, who unbelievably finds most everything I say histerically funny. And we sometimes talk about serious stuff, too, the aforementioned pyschobabble. But it always ends up with a comic twist (which is much sweeter than a twist of lemon, bah dum bum (rim shot)).

So anyway, we had the primary election in Pennsyvania, and everything pretty much happened as they said it would, so there's not much to talk about there. Well, about 50 news channels DO always find something to talk about it, but it is mostly just drivel. When voting, just go with your gut and don't worry so much about "the issues". I have enough trouble keeping up with Steve's Blog without spending my whole day glued to CNN! So there! And that is Steve's politicial rant of the week.

In other good news, both the Sixers and the Flyers are in the playoffs right now. As I write this blog, the Flyers may or may not be still playing, they may be leading or trailing, or they may or may not be between periods. The preceding description was written for anyone who is TiVo-ing tonight's Flyer's game. But in any case, both are doing well so far, and you know us Philly fans, we love a winner (har har har!)

In other news, Chrissy overheard Jack say something to Janet. He was really saying he had a big gate, but Chrissy thought he said he has a big date. Oh, and wackiness ensued.

And finally, what's the deal with kids not sleeping well? Seriously, does anybody know?

And final, this week's Bible character joke. Q. What did King Nebbekednezzer say after he became very optimististic. A. Nebber say Nebber.

Until next time, if you send this blog to 50 people, at exactly 9:21 tomorrow morning, it will be one minute before 9:22AM.

Toodles,

Steve-o

Steve's Blog Part Taxes

Ok. Let's get right to it. In honor of Tax Day tomorrow, some poems about taxes.

W-2, 4, 6, 8.
Who do we appreciate?
Taxes, Taxes, Yay, Taxes!

A deduction, A deduction,
My kingdom for a deduction.
... And throw in some tax credits, too.

Let me look into your eyes
and itemize
The ways I love you
For my Love for you
is more than standard.

I saw you
Across a crowded room
And I thought to myself:
"If we talk business,
I can deduct the drinks,
I buy for you".

Dr. J.
401K
John Elway
I'm getting carried away

And now, the Tax Day joke of the week: "If a former Boy Band's reunion fails, they can do a tax commercial and call themselves New Kicks on the H&R Block."

To Rapid Refunds and Beyond!

See ya next week--Steve

Steve's Blog Part No longer sick

Well, blog fans. It has been three weeks since my last real blog. I have found that the desire to do a blog goes down when one is really sick. Now that I am feeling better, my desire to blog has returned. Perhaps I will publish these studies in a journal called The Journal of Blog-Related Research. Actually, no such journal exists. But if it did, that would be awesome, dude!

There were many things that happened to me in the past three weeks. Since I can't pick just one thing, I will give a general synopsis: Some things were good. Some things were bad. Some things made me sleepy, some did not (well most things do). Some things involved traveling. Some did not. Some things involved my family. Some did not. Some things involved evildoers. Some did not. Some things involved journeying to far off lands. Some did not. The most important thing is, this is all true. It could very well be in my autobiography. I think the public is very trusting these days of things that seem to be made up but are actually true.

Well that's enough blogging for today. You get a good night's rest and I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Next week: Who knows?