Eina kleina what???

I went to a concert last night with my sweetheart. She's big on Mozart, Beetoven, Bach--all those dead eurpean guys. Me I like the stuff I listened to as a youngster, which is mostly good american stuff. Anyway, we sat and listened to guys in tuxedoes play their violins and celloes and it was nice. I felt like a grownup. Now when I listen to what my grandson plays in his car, I feel OLD. My Chemical romance is no name for a band, and they sound angry and sad. If I made as much money as those silly boys I would be happy and not shead a single tear over anything!!! But Mozart is good for a night out with a classy pretty girl like mine.

Paris schmaris

I am sick of this Paris girl!! She spents less than a month in a cushy County jail and gets a million bucksto talk to Lary King and Im supposed to feel sorry for her! I don't thinks SO! If I were king of the world (hasn't happened yet unfortunatley) I would leave her spoilt butt in Levenworth for the rest of the decade.

By the way i am not posting a picture on here for two reasons. One is that my grandson is flying back home right about now and i can't remember how to get the pictures up on here. Two is that i am sick of looking at miss Hilton. Oh well!!!

THE CODGER

Begin the Beguine

That's a song, for you young fogies, by a fruit named Cole Porter. He might have been a homo, but that man sure could write a tune, I tell you what.

This is my first post on my online journal. Blog is a stupid word so I'm not using it. I am writing because I am sick of this thing called the internet being a playground for toddlers. It's not like no one abouve the age of 25 has anything to say--we olders have plenty, considering we've actually lived life and done things, beyond getting drunk and laid that is. More later.

Tell me what you think!!!

THE CODGER