After a very late night at the Nashville Arena, I went to bed today around midnight. Back up at 6am to go back to work, and I was propping my eyelids open by 2pm today to keep from passing out.

There really hasn't been much to report from today. Well, other than I am just tired. It has turned into a really long week, and while it will produce the well needed/deserved paycheck, I am definitely not as young as I used to be or feel. To quote Mick Jagger, "What a drag it is to get old."

No, wait, I have found something. This whole Don Imus getting fired business over the "nappy-headed-ho's" remark. Al Sharpton is a complete hipocrite. There is a TON of rap music by african american artists that use those terms and worse in their lyrics. And he is going to crucify a white guy for saying what the rappers have been saying for years?? I obviously don't advocate Imus' remarks. But, it is amazing that this has only become an issue BECAUSE of Imus.

Meredith vs. Al

On with the birthdays for April 12th: Charles Napier, Herbie Hancock, David Letterman, Tom Clancy, David Cassidy, Ralph Wiley, Andy Garcia, Vince Gill, Shannen Doherty, Claire Danes, and Ed O'Neill.

Al Bundy: You think I'm a loser? Because I have a stinking job that I hate, a family that doesn't respect me, and a whole city that curses the day I was born? Well, that may mean loser to you, but let me tell you something. Every day when I wake up in the morning, I know it's not going to get any better until I go back to sleep. So I get up. I have my watered-down Tang and my still-frozen Pop Tart. I get in my car with no gas, no upholstery, and six more payments. I fight honking traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes onto the cloven hooves of people like you. I'll never play football like I wanted to. I'll never know the touch of a beautiful woman. And I'll never know the joy of driving through the city without a bag over my head. But I'm not a loser. Because, despite it all, me and every other guy who'll never be what they wanted to be, is out there, being what we don't want to be, forty hours a week, for life. And the fact that I didn't put a gun in my mouth years ago - that little fact makes me a winner, baby.

Al Bundy: Can I have a "Whoa Bundy."?
The Bundy's: Whooooooooa Bundy!

Old Lady: I'm still not sure I want these shoes. What would you recommend to go with them?
Al: A bubbling cauldron?
Old Lady: You've got a lot of nerve.
Al: To get this close to your feet, yeah.