My father-in-law, Billie Jones, is back in the hospital this morning. He has a case of pneumonia. I love to hear him interact with the nurses, and hope if I ever find myself in the situation that he is in that I will be like him. He never loses his sense of humor.
The way things have been over the last couple of months, they need to just leave that plastic wrist band on him:)
So far this season, American Idol has gone according to script. America has done a good job in its voting, in my opinion. Last night, Carrie and Michael and Brook turned in the weakest performances. I am looking for Carrie to be voted off this week.
David Cook, the frontrunner, turned in a mediocre performance. I think David Archileta (sp?) took the driver's seat back this week.
The results will not be until Thursday night this week.
I love Randy Galloway's headline this morning after the Rangers' season opener yesterday. It says, "Home Opener Went Well Until Game Got Started." Not a good start for Mesquite star Jason Jennings, as Baltimore won 8-1. He went to high school with my daughter at Mesquite Poteet.
Tomorrow's the big day: The Masters. One of the greatest Masters' in my memory was in 1986 when Jack Nicklaus, at the age of 46, tore the back 9 up on Sunday to win his 6th green jacket. Hard to believe that was 22 years ago.
The line on Tiger is 6 to 5 (unbelieveable!). Next is Phil Mickleson at 10 to 1. Tiger is so far ahead in world rankings right now that if you split his ranking, he would still be #1 and #2.
Can't wait to see my oldest grandson Friday! He called me yesterday and said, "Hi, Rick!" Jonathan said when he prays at night and they get to me, he says "Gobble, gobble, gobble!" (You can supply whatever joke you want here). He is trying to say Grampy -- I think. But I don't even care if he calls me "Gobble."