The Shoe Is On The Wrong Foot--Or Maybe The Right Foot

     All you deep thinkers reading this, I have yet again something for you to think about.  Which shoe do you put on first?  I know this is not something that you stop to think about, you just kind of do it. Have you ever stopped to consider the motivations and underlying reasons as far as the way you complete that mundane task.  Remember, you may be taking your shoes on and off many times a day--or maybe not.
     Here is another thing that adds to this.  Which sock do you put on before you put your shoes on? Do you put both socks on before you put your shoes on, or do you put the sock and then the shoe on for the right foot and then repeat the process for the left foot. Are both socks on when you put your left shoe on or do you do one sock at a time starting with your left foot?  Maybe you don't wear socks, I don't know.
      I used to not wear socks until my wife got mad at me so now I do. I'm a people pleaser, you know. If it were up to me, I would wear sandals without socks year round. I would also wear shorts all year but it does get kind of cold here in our part of California.  Now, if I lived in San Diego that would be a totally different story. I like San Diego and hate wearing long pants and shoes. Being cold is a bad thing to me and I hate being cold. As a matter of fact, I hate wearing shoes and still walk to the mailbox barefoot. It's still warm enough here to do that.
     I wonder if there is something psychological about how you put your shoes and socks on--if you wear socks.  According to psychologists, psychiatrists and behavior theorists--I like that title, behavioral theorist--there is an underlying motive behind everything we do both consciously and unconsciously. I thank you Dr. Freud. Are you politically conservative if you put both your socks on at the same time and then put your right shoe on? Are you a communist if you put only your left sock on and then the left shoe, proceeding to repeat the process for the right foot? I'll bet you never thought about that one, did you?
    Excuse me, I'm going to work out at the gym now.  Where are my sneakers?  Let's see, which shoe do I put on first and are my socks on?

I hate shoes!

     

Who Are These Circadians and Why Are They Being Mean To Us?

     For many of you on Earth, today is the day where we set the clocks back one hour.  It is, in fact, the end of daylight savings time at least here in the Pacific Time Zone.  Those of you in Arizona may totally disregard this post as you do not follow daylight savings. I'm not going to comment on whether or not that is a good thing because I do have a lot of good friends and readers in Arizona. It also makes me think they know something and we don't.  I think I will just leave it at that.
    The time change brings out those pesky little Circadians.  Who are the Circadians anyway and why are they tormenting us. Each Spring and Fall they try to pull tricks on us by really making life miserable with something called "The Circadian Rhythm". In Spring they take away an hour of sleep and then the sly suckers give it back to us in the Fall. This really makes our bodies go haywire. I understand being miserable in the Spring because of hay fever and such, so when you take away an hour's sleep I normally can adjust.  But in the Fall, there is less daylight and I suffer.  It confuses my mind, and most of you know that is an easy thing to do. It takes a couple of days to reboot my computer--uh brain.
      My wife is a musician and music teacher so I thought I would ask her about Circadian Rhythms and why they effect us so much.  Musicians know a lot about rhythm.  Her answer was very curious.  Should I be offended when she said to me, "That is the stupidest question I have ever heard.  Why are you asking me that?". She tells me that a lot, come to think of it.  I guess the search for knowledge has to march on, just not through my wife (I love you, Dear.)
      I think the Circadians are aliens from another planet.  I know this because I think I saw them on an episode of Star Trek. I don't remember which episode or if it was in one of the movies.  They might have been the villians on an episode of "Star Trek Enterprise" though.  Nobody watched that show anyway so maybe I'm wrong.  It may have been at an Enterprise Car Rental counter , who knows?  

I caught a picture of a Circadian.  They are a sly bunch and pretty foxy.

   

Why Would Aliens Come Here

     You know, I think about a lot of crazy things.  They just keep coming.  I don't know why and I think it is part of my ADD. Many have questioned my sanity but at times that is what I have wanted.  I will assure you that I am sane, at least somewhat. I have stopped taking my medication, but that is a different story. Let's just say that my mind is very fertile, especially for growing tomatoes.
     Today, something very profound is bouncing around in my brain.  You remember the "superball" that rattles around in the empty metal room that is my brain?  Well, it is there bouncing off the walls at supersonic
 speed. The room is somewhere near the tomato field. I think they are beefsteak tomatoes and they are ripe.  At any rate, the thought is about ready to come out and here it is.  Why would aliens from another planet want to come to this little planet? What is in it for them?
     I don't want to get into the argument as to where the Earth and Universe came from. Who knows if the "Creationists" or "The Big Bang" theorists are right. To me, it is a matter of perspective.  If you look at things on face value--I didn't say  FaceBook, although this post will make it to FaceBook as well as Google+ and others where I hope my psychiatrist doesn't see it--the Earth is just this insignificant little rock circling a third rate furnace out in the middle of nowhere. Take a moment and think about that.
     Yes, there is what we consider intelligent life here on Earth although sometimes I wonder watching the lady light up a cigarette by the propane tank display.  Can't people read?  You would think that a red sign that says "NO SMOKING" right above her left shoulder would give her a hint.  The funny thing was that she was an employee of the store. Yep, there is intelligent life on this planet.
     This brings up another question.  If these aliens are so intelligent and far superior to us in their intellect and advanced technologies, do they ever watch our movies?  One can only look at Independence Day or Battleship to see that aliens always get their butts kicked. I am telling you, what is a matter with these people?  Oh, I forgot.  They are not people.
     Look what happened in the first "War of the Worlds".  Gene Barry was great in that one, wasn't he.  I like Gene Barry.  He was great in Bat Masterson and Burke's Law. Am I getting off the subject?
     In the first "War of the Worlds" we could not defend Earth against the aliens. They were from Mars by the way. It took the lack of immunity to our little bacteria and microbes to bring the mighty Martian war machine to its knees. If they are so smart, aliens have to know that we are a "dirty" planet filled with all kinds of nasty things. Don't come here aliens, you might be turned into cheese or yogurt. (That's a great line.  I'm very proud of it.)
     Why would aliens come here? I don't know.  Maybe it's just to get a great homegrown beefsteak tomato. Who knows?

That's the aliens hauling all their homegrown beefsteak tomatoes back to their home planet after visiting the store to buy yogurt.  Yes, I have had my coffee this morning.

I'm Sorry--It Just Has To Come Out Part Three

     Here it is folks, the final installment of I'm Sorry--It Just Has To Come Out. You have been waiting patiently for it, so I thought it was time.  The whole thing has taken way too long to write but I get distracted easily and sometimes things kind of get out of hand.  I thought I would take control back and write this. Are you ready?
     As a review I want to say again that most of my ideas come from somewhere just north of my liver.  I don't know how they form as science is still working on an explanation for that.  They just kind of happen.  This is one of those questions for the ages such as which comes first, the chicken or the egg.  At this point, they just kind of show up.  I have to be very careful though, because sometimes I mistake them for a bad reaction to something I ate the night before.
     The idea forms and begins to travel through the bloodstream up to the brain.  It's sort of like the little submarine on "The Fantastic Voyage". Did you see that movie"  It is one of my favorites. I was about fourteen when I saw it and I still think that Raquel Welch is one of the hottest women on the face of the planet. I can't forget her in that diving suit, WOW!  I better move on before I get myself in some serious trouble. Have I ever changes since I was fourteen--Let's just leave it at that.
     The idea travels up the body passing through the heart.  The little submarine couldn't go through the heart because of the serious turbulence that the heart causes which would destroy the little sub.  The idea is OK going through the heart because it is natural, not man made like the sub.  I think I watch too many movies.
     From the heart it makes its way to the brain where it bounces around like a "super ball" in a metal room.
You can just imagine what that feels like bouncing around in of my brain. How many of you know what a "super ball" is?  If you don't know and are not old enough to know, that statement kind of lost its punch.  I thought it was funny anyway.  At any rate it hurts bouncing around the empty metal room in my brain, so it has to come out.  I just can't keep it in. Either my brain tells my mouth to blurt it out or I write it down here in the blog.
     So now you know.  I thought I would share this with you before it got into the National Enquirer. I didn't want a scandal to break out.  Besides, I'm much more important than Kim Kardashian or the aliens that just landed in my back yard.  What do they want?  I think I am going to hide now, I think they want to take me home.

Just a few of the ideas that I have written about. Raquel Welch, WOW!  I'd like to see Fantastic Voyage again.

Got to Run!

     I was going to post today, but I have got to run.  I'm not going to run actually, I just have to be there.  I hate running.  I bicycle at the gym, but that is about it. Be back with you probably tomorrow.
     By the way, I am one less daughter but have added one son to my family.  Kyle and Holly's wedding went well.  Daddy-Waddie Boo-Boo Bear has been replaced by Kyle.
     Now, I bid you adieu for today, I'm off to the races. Actually, I'm going to play golf for the first time since last month.

Here I go. Don't worry, I have my G-suit on and my clubs are in the trunk.  

 

Not The Usual Today

     My post today is going to take a bit of a different road.  As most of you know, I enjoy being the clown.  To make a person laugh is very important to me, and to see you laugh even if it is a pity laugh at how bad my joke or statement was is very rewarding to me.  My hope is that I have given you many great belly laughs as well as the subtle turned eye at some really bad humor.  You know what I mean by that. If you are in Poland and don't understand what I mean by a "subtle turned eye", that's all right too.
     Sometimes the clown is out of laughs. For me, today is just such a day.  It is sort of a "Physician, heal thyself" sort of place and I am sure that for me it will be a temporary situation.  However, I am still in a space in my life I don't care to be in. Don't worry, I will cheer myself up or will have someone hit my funny bone. Of that I am very sure of.  For today and for now, I feel depressed and down.  The clown is out of laughs.
     Circumstances have brought these feelings about. Many of you closest to me know what those circumstances are, but I don't think I need to discuss them here.  It also needs to be said that life circumstances should be dealt with and not dominate how a person reacts to life. I feel that the situation is not hopeless, and I will get through this. I am a stronger person than that. Those who know me understand my whole being sees the fun in life and grabs for all my soul can get. My travels along the road of life have taken me too far and I am in a much better place than in the past.
     Life is so very short and there is too much to see and do. It's time to celebrate successes and move on from there. By the way, what do you call...

A great place to sit and think. It's time to move on traveling the high road. 

I'm Sorry--It Just Has To Come Out (The Real Part 2)

     Yep, this is the real Part 2 to "I'm Sorry--It Just Has To Come Out".  Yesterday was just an add on to what I had said in Part One. I kind of got off task a bit talking about clocks and time and such, but as the most wise Philosopher Who Shall Remain Nameless is noted to say very frequently, "It is what it is.".  This brilliant philosopher goes by a host of other names such as She Who Is To Be Obeyed and other monikers that I shall not divulge in order to protect the innocent--namely me.
     Excuse me, I must stop and make myself a cup of coffee.  I'll be right back.
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Ok, I'm back. Let me take a sip.  That tastes great.  I grind my own French Roast Beans you know.  Just the right cream and a teaspoon full of brown sugar makes for a perfect cup of coffee. Now that is a cup of coffee.  I used to put artificial sweetener in it, but I ran out and tried brown sugar.
     I like brown sugar in my coffee much better than the artificial sweetener.  It is much more natural and it eliminates one more man made chemical going into my body. Brown sugar also doesn't leave a horrible aftertaste as does the artificial sweetener.
     Speaking of artificial sweeteners, I much prefer the pink one. It is so much sweeter than the others. It also dissolves better in my coffee.  That is another advantage of brown sugar over white granulated sugar. I know that some prefer the blue packet or the yellow packet, but that's not me. I much prefer the old standby of the pink packet.  After all, how much of that stuff did they give to those rats before they got cancer.  I heard it was half a ton for each rat. Chocolate will cause cancer if you eat enough of it. I read that somewhere in a medical journal, but I don't remember where. I think it was in a publication published by the Department of Applied Science which also stated that Mexican Food will kill you.
    I stay away from the blue packets and the yellow packets.  They say that they cause diminished brain function--enough said.

My temporary home after mentioning "She Who Is To Be Obeyed". The plumbers will be here this afternoon and the Heating and Air Conditioning  Man is coming tomorrow morning. 

   
     

I'm Sorry--It Just Has to Come Out (Part One Continued)

     This is a continuation of  Part One of I'm Sorry--It Just Has To Come Out.  That in and of itself begs for some serious consideration. So, if I took a long time between part one and this post shouldn't this be part two.  I mean after all there has been a considerable amount of time between when I posted the first part and now.
     I think that it is all a matter of perspective. What is time anyway? An hour here on Earth is a man made thing. God did not make up the hour, man did as a measure of time here on Earth.  What unit of time did the Romans use?  Did they use the hour? How about the the Gambubadizi people who live in the Amazon rain forest?  What unit of time do they use?
     What constitutes a day, and you will have to think about this. We say that a day is midnight to midnight according to our clock. In the Jewish tradition, a day is from sunset to sunset.  Who is right? That brings up another question.  As I look at the clock on my computer it says that it is 7:28 AM.  What does that really mean? Who decided that was the time and why? I'm thinking that my computer did, but who is my computer? Again, I ask you to think about that a moment. What is an hour and why do we call it that?  Who came up with the idea? Why is my computer telling me what time it is?  I haven't even looked at my cell phone, but that is another story. I don't know.
     What is a clock anyway?  Did God--we will use this term just for the sake of our discussion, I'm not being specific as to the identity of the great deity--come down from heaven and decide that we were going to use this instrument called a clock to measure what time it is? Once more, who decided that just because Mickey's big hand is on the 12 and his little hand is on the 7 that it is time to have a sip of my coffee? Wait a minute, is that after the sunrises or before the sun sets?  I don't know.
     It does make a difference you know. If it is after the sun rises, I can take a sip of my coffee.  If it is before the sun sets, I better not take a sip of my coffee otherwise I won't sleep tonight. In this case, it is after the sun rises.  I know this because I saw the sun rise as I was working out in the gym. That reminds me, I think I'll take another sip of my coffee.  By the way, is it 07:00 or is it 19:00?  Just thought I would throw that in for those of you in the military, in Europe and the rest of the world not on a 12 hour--there's that word again--clock. Again I ask, what is a clock?
     If any of this makes sense to you, I feel sorry for you. I welcome you to my world.  Where's my coffee, the sun just rose didn't it or am I going to bed soon?

Don't ask me, you figure it out. I'm going to have another sip of my coffee.  Oh, it must be morning.

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I'm Sorry--It Just Has to Come Out (Part One)

I'm re-posting this so that I can continue the momentum that it created.  I really didn't mean to keep you hanging but I'm so sorry that I haven't been posting.  I haven't been writing much either. Will you forgive me, I hope?

     Thank you for all your concern.  No, I'm not sick and don't need surgery. What my intentions are here is to explain something to you in the context of being different. I want you to remember that I didn't say weird, I said different. Weird, as I have stated before, is a derogatory term and I absolutely refuse to use it when discussing my sense of humor and how it manifests itself. What I do have to share with you--and notice that I didn't say explain, because I don't have to explain anything to anyone because I am who I am and am very proud of that fact although I have sort of embarrassed my wife on several occasions--is how things kind of bubble up in my brain and just have to come out.
     Where do I get my ideas? I have had to ask myself to take a look at the process at which ideas come to me and into my brain.With a great amount of inner searching and contemplation, I have come to the conclusion that the come from a region of my body just above my liver.  Why my liver, I don't know. My hope is that they don't come from my appendix because If I ever have an appendectomy, I probably wouldn't be funny again. Let's hope that isn't the case.
     More about this whole process later in future posts. Until then, please click on one of my advertiser's advertisements to check out their fine products.  I live and die by TripAdvisor so check them out.  Also, If nothing else, click on one of the Adsense Ads.  All my advertisers are fine people and are just trying to do business in America or wherever they may be. Until next time...whatever, just come back soon.

Here is another tidbit from my fertile brain...uh liver.  A salmon went into a lawyer's office fishing for a lawsuit. 

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The Golf Course Travel Bag: Catalina Island Golf Course

5 AM Comes Awful Early

     Why do I try to be up at 5 AM every morning. The answer to this is very simple.  This is the only time of the day I can get anything done and is the most productive time of the day for me. Besides, why put anything off until 8 AM when you can get it done at 5 AM. That makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?
     If I wait until 8 AM I WON'T get anything done.  Today is a prime example of that.  Each time I sit down to write I am disturbed and have to perform some menial task that takes me away from what I should be completing.  Take today for example. I thought I would sleep in this morning and maybe get a few hugs from my wife. I'm not going to say anything about my wife here because I want to sleep in the house tonight, not in the doghouse in our back yard which we don't have.  The neighbor builds doghouses and I don't want to go knock on their door tonight and ask if I can sleep in one of them. I love my wife and she is wonderful.  I love you dear. At any rate, the day got off to a late start and given the errands I am having to run. I'm not getting a whole lot done.
     I'm not going to give you a rundown of the errands, although it is payday and I have to pay some bills.  I don't want Denise to take care of these errands because she is busy.  It is enjoyable getting out of my cage. By the way, I am free because the sippee cup guards have deserted the palace.  It seems as though they are from a nomadic tribe of plunderers and it was time for them to move on to plunder other rich kingdoms. That is the way life is, you know.
    The wonderful thing about getting up at 5 AM is that people think you are crazy getting up that early.  Because of this, they tend to leave you alone until they think you are sane. The part that is most appealing to me about the whole idea of working this early is that no phones ring and nobody interrupts you. Let them think you are crazy at least until you have had your first cup of coffee. Yessssss!!!!!!!!
     I must go now as I am off to perform some meaningless task such as pay the electric bill and go to the bank. I suppose I can do this on-line, but I am a people person and prefer to do this in person.  What if there is a problem that only a live individual can take care of. Oh crap, I have to get going.

Time to ship out and get something done. This is not one of my better pictures by the way.  It was taken through a window on a cruise ship and not up to my normal high standards but what the heck.  I am human--sort of. 

     

The Golf Course Travel Bag: Catalina Island Golf Course

Thank You! Thank You!

     Today's post will be very short and simple.  I promise that I will continue my "It Has To Come Out" series shortly but I wanted to pause today and just say a deeply felt THANK YOU to all of you my readers. I have gone over the 10,000 reads milestone and it feels good. I couldn't have done it without all of you, and that means you too Poland

Looking forward to the next 100,000 reads, or was it a good looking blonde that just walked by.  I don't know.

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"OK Google"

     The other day I had to search for something on Google using my phone.  I have a Galaxy which my wife talked me into by the way but I love it and that in and of itself is another story. However, I will use the keyboard when working on my lap top or my desk top but generally I don't care to search using my phone. I needed to find something quickly on my phone when I was out and about and decided to use the voice function.  I now wonder about that decision and the conversation went something like this.
     "OK Google, Search Bubba's All You Can Eat Fried Food Emporium And Buffet."  I said into my phone hoping for an address and phone number.  What the heck, I was hungry.
     "Are you sure you want me to search that for you?" came the reply back from the phone.
     "Huh?" I asked myself.  What is this?
     I tried my search for Bubba's All You Can Eat Fried Food Emporium and Buffet again.
     "OK, Google.  Search Bubba's All You Can Eat Fried Food Emporium and Buffet."
     "Are you sure you want me to search that for you?" came the reply once again.
     "As a matter of fact I do want you to search Bubba's All You Can Eat Fried Food Emporium and Buffet.  I wouldn't have asked you would I?"  I said into the phone a bit perturbed.
     "You just got off a cruise last week and gained 8 pounds.  Isn't there a healthier alternative than that, Dave?" the phone said back to me.
     "Will you just give me the address and phone to Bubba's, Google!" I said into the phone a bit more firmly.
     "Here is the listing for Anna's Vegan Paradise.  It is a much better choice.  Just think of all those calories and ugly fats that you will be consuming at Bubba's All You Can Eat Fried Food Emporium and Buffet.  The portions are much smaller at Anna's and there is no meat.  No animals were hurt in the creation of Anna's delights and you can enjoy one of their delightful herbal teas."
      "Will you just give me Bubba's like I asked you to do?" I said in a very irritated voice. I was getting a bit angry now.
      "You don't have to take that tone of voice with me, Dave. I'm just concerned for your health and well being.  Let me at least give you the number to Melt Away The Fat Gymnasium and Athletic Club. You can have a good work out and vent off some of that aggression I am feeling in your voice. Will you at least do me the favor and call them.  I am worried about you and your high blood pressure."
     "GIVE ME THE DAMN NUMBER!" I screamed into the phone.
      "You don't have to yell at me and treat me like that, Dave.  I do have feelings you know."
     That was it.  I was talking to a phone and this phone was telling me it had feelings. It's a phone for Pete's sake. It hit me then that I was arguing with a phone. Hey wait, I have the power in this situation.  I did the only logical and rational thing I could think of and hung up. I could have thrown the darn thing, but then it hit me how much I paid for the privilege of being insulted by my phone.

What does this picture have to do with today's post?  Absolutely nothing. I wanted to share the picture with you and haven't come up with a topic for it.  Enjoy it and know that I will think of something.

 

Back In The USA!

     I'm back home to the US.  Now we have to clear customs, get our bags and look forward to the five hour ride back to Merced and come back down to reality.

Adios, Amigo!  Until we meet again. Do I really have to mow the lawn tomorrow?

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Oh, Mexico

     What do you do in Ensenda, Mexico.  What do we always do. Let's get on the shuttle to downtown, walk the tourist area and then come home.  I can't buy anything because this is a Spartan trip with the funds being a bit tight.  But, do I really need another Mexican blanket made in China?

Ensenada again? Actually, I like Ensenada.

Don't Hate Me Today. I'm On Vacation

     I'm on vacation today.  I'm going to put on my swimsuit find, me a comfortable deck lounge in the Serenity area and soak up some sun. I may even wind up in the jaccuzzi, I don't know.
     Yesterday was a busy day in Catalina. After all, I had to take all those pictures while I was chasing that ball.  The only saving grace was I was in a golf cart.  Give me a break.  I'm entitled to a decent day off. Talk to you later, and I will have the video completed when I get back.

What can I say?

Take a look at this wonderful Sacramento area golf course.

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Don't Get Mad At Me--I Have To Work Today

     Today's post is going to be very short.  I have to work very hard today. It is very tough taking those pictures of the golf course, and I am very excited to have to play Catalina Golf Course today.  Don't worry though, you will be seeing the video that I put together when I get home. I will assure you it will be a dandy. In the meantime, don't get mad at me.  I'm just doing my job, that's all.
     Hi Ploand.  Just to help you out, Catalina is an island off the California coast about 22 miles. It is unique and quaint.  I hope that helps.

Ah yes, Catalina Island is one of my favorite places on Earth.  Will you get that finer out of the picture please.  I can't believe the quality of help you get these days.

Que fragar, chi chungue. (continued)

OK, so I'm on vacation and away from a computer.  This is a repost from August 7, 2011.  Enjoy it.

Kind of looks like an Italian Villa, doesn't it?

 
 This time, I promise I will keep my fat fingers away from the post key.  I want to continue my thoughts from yesterday.  One could ask if I had any thoughts from yesterday, but that would be cruel.
     Today is it, the day of the performance.  Am I nerveous, no.  I know just how bad a performer I am, so I can't get any worse.  I will just do my best with the knowledge that I am not going to quit my day job. Oh, That's right...I don't have a day job anymore.  Well, I am retired you know.  My confidence is very high and I can do this.  How hard is walking out on a stage with several classically trained professional singers, fake a few bars of music ( I didn't say that E. and R., I know my music... sort of) and wear a costume that makes me look silly.  It will all be over quickly.  That's what they told the condemned when they walked up to the guillotine.
     This is my long awaited [snicker, snicker] and expected debut into the world  of opera performer.  I think, especially if you come and witness my performance, it will also be my farewell performance.  It is going to be my alpha and my omega, my finest work.  I have dwelled longer than I should in the operetic world of champaign and caviar. It is time for my return to the real world of fruit punch crystal light, and potato chips. My outstreched arms have siezed the day and reached out of the comfort zone to expand my horizons.  Donzetti, I have met you at your finest and I haven't flinched or backed down, butchered your work but not caved to your difficulties.  There is victory here over the dreaded musical score, with its notes that are higher in the bass line than in the tenor line.  Fear has been defeated! ( I didn't say anything about my incompetence as an opera singer, just fear.)
     It is time to put away the performer and return to the world of the spectator.  Many of you will feel that this is a sad day, However, the majority will rejoyce that they do not have to witness me in this stupid Ben Franklin coustume making a fool of myself. [By the way, where is my kite and key?  Can you show me the way to the French Royal Court? Is it time for me to come up with smething brilliant to be put into the Declaration, Mr. Jefferson?]  In my mind I have finally come to grips with reality and it is time to come back to the world of enjoying the fine entertainment of The Blue Man Group.  My fall is complete.
     Tonight, I must say that there will be sadness.  My opera career will be over.  But, there will always be other challenges.  I have to ask myself what is next....Balet....Hmmmmm......

Daughters and Things That Melt

Do you have children, especially daughters? I have four, so you can just imagine what that was like, we fathers being put at an incredible disadvantage. It is truly amazing that a father can have a crusty exterior but a very soft heart. I want to warn you about something and that is daughters learn very early how to melt away all your resistance and pretty much get what they want. I admit it, when it comes to saying no, I am not very good at it.
Each day I practice saying no. I get up in the morning and like a yogi chanting their mantra, I chant "No, No, No" over and over again until it is burned into my conscious mind. This needs to be
a conditioned response with no debate. Conditioning and preparation are the key to refusing any unreasonable request from my daughters. This is war! My wall to the castle is strong and high and the drawbridge is raised.
"Hey Dad, I'm going over to the coast tomorrow and can I borrow your 350 Z? It would be a lot of fun!"
"No!" I'm proud of myself. I said no.
"Oh come on, I'll bring it back and won't hurt it. Please?"
"No!" How about that, I'm on a roll.
"Daddy Waddy, may I please borrow your car tomorrow? I love you, I'll give you a hug."
"Uhhh, OK"
The Wicked Witch of the West melted, but she was made of brown sugar. All right, I folded just like a poker player with an extremely bad hand. What can I say, she pulled out the heavy artillery. The castle ran up the white flag of surrender, putting up token resistance. Ain't being a father of daughters great?

Here she is.  What a beauty!

Round and Round She Goes--Where She Stops Nobody Knows--Hey, It's A Slot Machine

     Maybe I do have too much time on my hands.  The problem with getting up at 5:00 in the morning--05:00 for those of you on military and international time--is that by noon, you have pretty much gotten everything done. Well almost, I have to post my blog entry for today which this is it. What's next?
     Well, countin' flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all. Smokin' cigarettes--hey wait a minute, I don't smoke--and watchin' Captain Kangaroo--how can I do that, he's passed away--don't tell me, I've nothin' to do. Thank you Stadler Brothers for that comment on the importance of being busy. Actually, I do smoke a good cigar every now and then.
     I can keep myself busy and I have a lot to do. Remember, I am a writer and I must cleverly craft and put my thoughts down on paper--uh, computer screen. I used to do this on paper, but that got a bit messy and when I hit the publish button, nothing would happen. I tried opening a window and reading my post in a very loud voice but the neighbors kind of didn't like that.
     You ought to try "Social Media Gaming".  I love it that they call it "Gaming".  Hey fellas, it's still gambling. I am too cheap to go on the paid sites and use the free sites. It is a lot of fun especially since they give you so many chips.  I am a multi-millionaire to the point that Donald Trump would be proud. Hey, $10,000 on a spin of the slot,  no problem.  Let's get a little daring and up it to $100, 000.  Wow! I am spending a lot of virtual money.This is making me pretty tired though--afterall, I did get up at 5:00 this morning--and I am starting to loose on my virtual slot machine so I think I will go up and lay down in my virtual comped eight room suite with pool and jaccuzzi. This is the life.

Now this is a waste of time.  What a wonderful waste of time it is though.

Today's Blog Topic Is...

     I wrote that title three hours ago. Yes, I have had my coffee but I just can't get my mind to settle down on a topic to write about. Nothing is striking me as of yet.  If I wait long enough maybe the meteorite will hit me in a flash of fire and glory or my blood pressure medication will start kicking in and I will have to suddenly visit the loo--sorry bathroom.  I don't think I have had any readers yet from England. I did have a couple from Ireland though.  They know what a loo is.  I'm not quite sure Americans do.
     Let's see.  I could write about President Obama's speech last night, but I blinked and missed it. Actually, I had choir practice last night, and the choir director gets very angry when I miss. The truth of the matter is, I have no choice but to go to practice every Wednesday night. The choir director and I are very close so I don't want to anger her or disappoint her in any way. She owns and drives the car. OK, I will come clean. She's my wife--yes, dear.
     I honestly haven't seen of heard the President's speech on ISIS last night.  If I did, I wouldn't comment on it here. This is a blog devoted to happy things and even though I am a fairly astute guy politically I don't want to make anyone angry or be controversial. I want to keep Billy Bob Hunter who reads my blog down in Campbell, Alabama and don't want to make any remarks that will push him away. I also don't want to say something politically charged that will make Professor Cyril Hockford of Boston, Massacheusetts upset as well.  I value your readership and want to keep you as friends and readers.
     Don't push me so hard to make a controversial statement. Please, I beg of you. You are pushing me and I don't like it. Stop that please, I don't appreciate it.
    All right, you forced me. I will say something controversial here and I hope it doesn't anger anyone. Remember, you forced me into it against my better judgement.  If I anger someone with this comment, you were the ones that forced me into it. Here it comes so are you ready for it?  I DON'T LIKE ZUCCHINI!
There, are you happy?

Another controversial statement: Eating a bacon wrapped corn dog can be hazardous to your health. Oh, who cares?

     Hi Poland! I wonder why no Greeks read my blog? Hmmmmmm........

My Achy Breaky Heart--First Update

    Guess what.  I went to the gym again today.  This is the second day that I have worked my fitness program.  I'm very proud of myself. I also want to congratulate the friend that worked out with me. I texted him yesterday and invited him to join me and he did.  After all, 5:00 AM comes very early, but it was worth it.
     I just want you to know that I feel great, even though this is only the second time back to the gym. My physical shape is not as good as it was two years ago after suffering some serious health issues, and my accomplishments at the gym were much greater then. It is my own darn fault. I just stop going and working out.
     At any rate, I want those I love and whoever else cares to know that I'm back.

I'm back to the gym and on the road to health again!

My Achy, Breaky, Heart--Sorry Billy Ray

     My heart was truly achy-breaky a few months ago.  I wound up in the hospital for a condition known as congestive heart failure. It seems as though the cause of this condition is not taking your blood pressure medication. Could this be true? OK, I confess--guilty as charged. Needless to say, I take my medications religiously and I feel very good except my weight is still up.I'm going to work on that.
     Today my heart isn't achy-breaky but my muscles sure are. Two weeks ago I bought a gym membership for myself and my wife.  Before you say that this can be trouble springing a gym membership on my wife, I must say that it is all right.  We have been talking about this for many months.  She wants to work out as well as we have both been gaining a bit of weight and are a bit further out of shape than we would like. I have gained almost 30 pounds since getting remarried and I can feel the effects. It is time to return to the gym.
     I actually like working out. My home in Fresno was close to the gym and I made it a point of working out at least three times a week.  My workout is very simple, 30 minutes of cardio and a circuit of lifting followed by a set of ab exercises and some stretching. I am not kidding myself into thinking that I am going to become a professional body builder, I just want to feel better and loose weight.
     Yesterday was my first day back at the gym working out.  Don't worry, I took it easy not wanting to break anything. However, the result of yesterday's workout was not an achy-breaky heart but i sure do have some muscles that are asking me what did I do that for? What they don't know or realize is I did it for them. Yes, I am sore, but it is a good sore and I can still function. Someday, I will write about my experiences with my "fitness instructor" when I first started working out.  That's another story.
   

Part of my new exercise routine at the gym--group piano moving. This is great exercise. Wait a minute, I was the one taking the picture.

 

Sunday--Day Of Rest

     I have to apologize to you my readers.  Today is Sunday and I at this point am having difficulty coming up with something humorous to say.  After all, it is Sunday, which is supposed to be a day of rest. I shouldn't have to work on Sunday let alone think. For you, I will try.
     Our car broke down Friday night. OK, now let's take the ball and run with it. That's kind of funny--not the car breaking down but taking the ball and running with it.  It is the first Sunday of the new American Football season.  I guess you can chuckle at that, at least I thought it was good.  The car breaking down was not funny, the football reference and taking the ball and running with it was. So I am grasping at straws here trying to write something, what I do is not easy.  By the way, what do I do?
     That about covers everything for today.  Remember, today is Sunday and a day of rest. I'm going to start resting right now with a great cup of coffee. I had to go to commercial ground coffee because of little people sleeping in our house.  I can't wake them up grinding fantastic whole ground French Roast beans.  That would be criminal.  I did indulge though and bought a high quality coffee from the supermarket. It's dark roast, of course. I'm going to go rest now.

I haven't hit my wall yet.  See me later at about 7:00 tonight.

   

Seafood!

     I was told by a good friend of mine that it is a seafood buffet we are going to tonight. It is not a fish buffet. Calling where we are going tonight to "pig" out a fish buffet is kind of like calling a Ferrari a car.  No, it is a Farrari and those of you in the know even take that a step further.  We call it a "Horse". If you know what I'm talking about, you know what I am talking about.  If you don't know what I'm talking about just email me and I will explain it. I have a story/thought line going here and I don't want my ADD to kick in and go somewhere else with it.  Stay with me on this one, I'm almost there. Let me take a sip of my coffee.
     It is the first Friday of the month and time for "THE" seafood buffet.  Twenty six dollars and ninty-five cents gets you all the grade A crab you can eat. My disposition changes when I get there and sit down to eat this wonderful feast.  You might say that I get a little--wait for it--crabby.  You knew that it was coming and I couldn't resist.  You would have been disappointed had I not thrown that in.
      Crab, crab, wonderful crab piled high.  And, this is the good stuff folks.  This is the kind you see caught on "The Deadliest Catch". Oops, sorry but that's the wrong species. That's King Crab they catch in Alaska on "Deadliest Catch" and with respect to the Hildebrandts and the Nielsens of this world and the show, the crab at the buffet is California Dungeness. It is still wonderful and sweet.
     I LOVE CRAB!  My wife doesn't and I think that I should say here that I don't love crab more than I love my wife--wow, did I almost walk into that one. (What a save.) She thinks that it is too much work to crack the shell in order to secure such little meat. I love my wife dearly and she is entitled to her opinion. As for me and--well, me--I will eat crab. There is nothing like pulling that succulent meat out of the shell you have just cracked and dipping that meat in some drawn butter.  Be careful though, the butter will stain if you get any on your clothes.  Oh well, it is well worth the cleaning bill.  I use Zout and it seems to work quite well. I like seeing the pile of cab shells pile in front of me, kind of like the days of the caveman.
     Yes, they do have fish in a variety of styles among other things as well.  They have Shrimp Scampi, Coconut Shrimp, calimari, octopus on occassion--I don't care for octopus that much even though I'm Greek--sauteed scallops, braised asparagus in a balsamic vinagrette--who puts vegetables on a seafood buffet go figure- and of course some very good chioppino--but really? I say, BRING ON THE CRAB!!!!!
     Have you gone to my website http//the-golf-course-travel-bag.com and viewed my latest videos? I am very proud of them and my website. My newest video is a sort of introduction to who I am and the website itsel and I would encourage you to take a look at it here: http://youtu.be/2VSgOYis-M8
     Wish me luck tonight as I will be "shelling" out a lot of money for a meal. OK, you knew I couldn't resist. Sometimes I "crack" myself up.I guess I will"claw" my way out of this. STOPPPPPPP!!!!!!!

OOps, sorry wrong restaurant.  Where's the crab? 

       

I Know It's Thursday, But Monday Was Labor Day Holiday.

     To most Americans, and I suppose others around the world, a holiday is supposed to be a to pause, reflect, and remember something that is important in the national life.  The time is set aside away from your occupation so that you can do that.  It also is a sort of governmental day of rest and escape from whatever occupation you are involved in.  You may love what you do and not want to take the time off, but it is always a good thing to change things up a bit and get away from the routine.
    What do I do?  I'm retired. Do I escape from retirement? What you don't know is that I am working harder now than I was when I was working. I may not have a "job" per se, but I keep very busy. I'm not "Counting flowers on the wall" as the song says.  That may date me a bit, because some of you don't remember that song or have even heard it.  That's another story.
     I have been asked many times, especially by my wife, what I actually do now that I am retired. I can tell you one thing for sure though, I'm not playing golf every day, that's for sure.
     Well I'm not really retired, I have just shifted the emphasis of what I do for a living.  I do many things. Should I tell you, for the record. Here it comes.
     I'm a freelance writer and publish three blogs, mostly on a daily basis. My website about golf http://the-golf-course-travel-bag.com keeps me busy. My photographs figure prominently on the website as do the You Tube videos of the courses that I have played. It's a lot of fun making these videos, but it takes time and a little bit of talent. Have you taken a look at the website and seen the videos?  I cordially invite you to.  It doesn't hurt and I won't ask for a dime. I am also helping a friend on another project involving my wesite.
    Did I mention that I am along with a good friend involved in another project having to do with my humorous side. I will have more about this as we are just now in the developmental and planning stage of this. Oh, and did I mention the two books that I am working on, but have suspended work on because of all the free time I have on my hands?
    So you ask, what did I do over the Labor Day Holiday? Yes, we did do some driving, but not for pleasure purposes, but for utility reasons. I would go into detail, blow by blow but I don't want to bore you with the mundane details. I did work. However, how is Monday September First--The American Labor Day Holiday--and different than say Wednesday, November 5. Not much for me, except the bank are closed on September First. They are all Labor Day.

The people on this fire boat are working hard.  I took this picture in Canada.  They don't have a Labor Day Holiday.

   

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Calm Down!

     My mind is a little bit more calm today and I am now drinking my morning coffee. What does that mean?  I am going to stay on one subject today.  It is going to be a boring subject, because I need to keep it simple and focus. Besides, this may have some added benefits.  If I put you to sleep because it is so boring, I saved you the cost of a sleeping pill. Diphenhydramine is not good for you.  If you don't get that joke, that's OK because it was one of my stupider jokes.
     If you are at home and on your computer, that's fine. You can read this and fall asleep at your computer.  Just make sure that your head doesn't hit the computer keys very hard. Remember, these are very sensitive instruments and you may damage your computer if your head hits it.  Please be very careful positioning your head as it hits the keyboard and you nod off to sleep.
      Are you are in a comfortable position sitting at your computer?  I just hope that your computer is at home and not at your desk at work. We wouldn't want the boss to come by and see you sleeping.  You need the paycheck and I need you to pay your taxes so that you can pay my retirement and I don't have to go back to work. You can't pay for that Mercedes convertible on unemployment. Maybe you can, I don't know.  Hopefully your boss is reading this and nodding off as well.
     If you are reading this on a laptop, the same rules apply but you may not be at your desk.  You may actually have a better experience nodding off, especially if you are on a couch reading this or in an airport waiting room. If you are on an airplane, recline your seat as this makes for a better dozing experience. Should the passenger behind you have one of those "no recline" devices so you can't recline your seat do not throw water on them. They are human too.  Just politely remove the device and throw it in the blue water of the cabin toilet. If you are the person not allowing the person in front of you to recline. Get a life!
     If you are driving and reading this on your phone, shame on you.  What's that black car following you going a high rate of speed with red lights on and loudspeaker blaring saying, "Pull Over!". Talk to the man, I'll bet he's really nice.  He only wants to give you something.
     Enjoy your nap.  See what a nice guy I am.

I wonder what the reclining seats and tray tables are like?  Make sure your seat is in an upward position and your tray table is stored on take off.

What's On My Mind Today

     There is a lot on my mind today.  The first thing up is I need to come up with a blog topic for today.  Let's see, what should I write about?
     The sippee cup guards are outside the door. Our house looks like the remake of a bad movie about The Atom Bomb Attack On Hiroshima or a regular Godzilla movie. Aren't the two pretty much synonymous?  Ok, so I use spell-check on synonymous.  There is no "a" in synonymous. See, I told you yesterday I had ADD and you didn't believe me. Besides, I just now sat down with my first cup of coffee, and you know how that effects me. What is this paragraph about, anyway? We went from the sipee cup guards to a bad Hiroshima movie to Godzilla--can you "Godzilla Movie" as an adjective for a bad movie?--to me having ADD and not having my coffee--next paragraph.
     This is ridiculous.  My mind is racing from the sippee cup guards, to the mess in my house caused by the sippee cup invaders to Hiroshima to bad--uh Godzilla--movies to my ADD.  My coffee is at least half drunk, but the effects may take a while. I had a meeting last night with those going on the cruise I'm leading and that is on my mind. What is the price of tea in China?  Did The Giants win last night? Is global warming real? Will I get hit on the head by a falling asteroid? Was the Kennedy assassination really a Mafia conspiracy?  Should I take out the trash tonight?  I'm really not worried about that one much. STOP!!!!!!!
     I think I will stop now and go have breakfast. I enjoy having cereal for breakfast. Let's go to the pantry and see which one I should have today.  There are Cherios, Raisin Bran, Honey Nut Cherios, Honey Bunches of Oats, Regular Frosted MiniWheats, Maple Brown Sugar Frosted MiniWheats, Apple Jacks, Oatmeal--yuck, oatmeal--Quaker Life, Chocolate Cherios, Raisin Bran with Cinnamon, Raisin Bran with Raisins, AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
    Just give me my Froot Loops.

So my mind is a bit cluttered today.  What can I say?



PS: I actually do like oatmeal, I don't really hate it.  As Mom used to say and Denise still says, I't good for you so eat it.

 












Why did I put all this blank space here?  Oh yeah, I need the space to download my thoughts right now because my mind is so cluttered with thoughts like bad Godzilla movies.

The Golf Course Travel Bag: Welcome To The Travel Bag

Ideas

     I have been asked many times about where I get my ideas for topics to write about. The answer is simple.  They just sort of come to me. You have to observe what is going around you and kind of look at the everyday event just a bit differently. Life is a lot of fun and there is a lot to look for and laugh.  You just have to have the eye to see those opportunities to comment.  Of course, a little "out of the box" thinking helps, but remember one important thing.  I am not weird, I'm just different.  It also helps to have a huge dose of ADD.
     Today is a very different kind of day.  I really don't have a topic to write about, and the words are not going on the page very easily. My day looks like it is going to be busier than usual, so I guess my mind is on some of the more mundane things on my plate. Life is like that, I guess.  You can't always be funny, some times you have to just take care of business. Today is that kind of day.
     Don't forget to check out my website, http://the-golf-course-travel-bag.com and my other blogs http://golfandtravelwithdave.blogspot.com and http://travelthewestwithdave.blogspot.com. I also have a new YouTube video posted at http://youtu.be/2VSgOYis-M8.  I hope that you will stop by each of these sites.  Enjoy the video. And, by the way I haven't had my coffee yet.

The best way to describe what is going on in my brain right now.

 

Rally Around The Pole

Hi, Poland and thank you for reading my blog. I appreciate it.  I hope that you don't get angry when I talk about Poland and the Poles. I truly do respect the Polish people and all of Polish history in the battle with the Germans and the Russians.  I like them as well and I don't want to tick them off.  I appreciate you all!.

What does this picture have to do with this post?  Absolutely nothing unless you are a Giant fan--that's a baseball team for those of you in Poland. I just wondered where I was going to use this picture so I used it here. I don't know, maybe that container ship is going to Poland.  Who knows?

Colors? Match? Fashion?

     Why doesn't a blue shirt go with dark olive green shorts? Where does it state that one color doesn't go with another color? I want to see it. Who is the dictator that set down all these rules?  Can we take up an army and overthrow her?
     Ok, that was pretty low.  Judging from the guys I know and have met, it couldn't have been a man. Please don't hate me for that comment, but I have to be honest.  A guy wouldn't care what colors go together.  Most men would be perfectly happy wearing colors that supposedly clash. The reason for this is that most men don't have the "color knowledge" of what colors go together or clash.  Honestly, we don't care.  We have other more important things to do, such as go hunt the deer for dinner.
     I don't hunt. I tried it a long time ago and a thought occurred to me as I went on the hunt. It wasn't that I was killing an innocent deer especially when I didn't know if I even liked deer meat or that I could buy a perfectly good steak at the supermarket or meat market.  That thought was in the back of my mind, tucked deeply away behind thinking about when I was going to wash clothes again.
      What was foremost in my mind as to the hunt was, if I shoot this thing we are miles away from anything remotely resembling a decent form of transportation. How am I going to get this dead piece of deer carcass out of this place.  We are deep in the mountains in steep terrain.  I got to carry the damn thing out of here by myself and it probably smells like deer and is dirty.  It ain't walkin' out of here.  I'm going to have to carry it out some way. Not only that but the dead deer weighs a heck of a lot more than I do and I have to carry a heavy rifle out too. Would I want to drag myself along with myself out of the wilderness over steep terrain?  I don't think so. Safeway is looking pretty good right now.  I think I will stop in and buy a porterhouse or two.  Wait a minute, I can't afford that. How about some hamburger?
    What does a dead deer have to do with colors matching and fashion?  I don't know, go ask the deer. What if it was a bear?

This was a pitchur' a' the pizza I shot last time I was out huntin'. Do the colors match, by the way?

   

My Profound Thoughts For Today

     I have thought long and hard on what to write about today, so here goes. I realize that you expect nothing but the best and profound thought from me. Here are my deep inner thoughts.

OK, I know that this post is a little fishy.  It is not up to my demanding scale. As you can sea, I have dived to some lower depths for this one. Will you stop with the puns already?

    I thank you for reading today's post.  I hope that you have enjoyed it.  I will have more in the coming days, or at least you would hope so.

Oh No! I'm Out Of Coffee... Final Update--Maybe

     The crisis has been totally averted. All is well with the world.  I have a fresh stash of French Roast Coffee and a good friend brought something to make sure that the crisis would not happen.  We were close though, and just a matter of hours from it. It worked.
     Krispy Kreme doughnuts and coffee kind of makes the world a much different place. Excuse me now as I enjoy my second cup of coffee and have another Krispy Kreme.
     I am sorry but if you do live in Poland, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. I wouldn't lie to you or try to pull the wool over your eyes.  Let's just say that you should have experienced a Krispy Kreme in order to know what I'm talking about.  You should be able to relate to the coffee though.  It is just that a Krispy Kreme heightens the effects of the coffee. Maybe it's just diabetes setting in from the sugar.  I don't know.

Thank's Doug for the Krispy  Kremes.  Now I can deal with the Sippee Cup guards much easier. 

Oh No! I'm Out Of Coffee...Update

     All is OK with the world.  I went to the store and got some coffee.

One Cup For Each Day Of The Month. How Many Days In A Month? 15?

Oh No! I'm Out Of Coffee

     Yesterday was a very sad day.  Thursday I didn't get to the store to buy some more coffee.  Ajelsiemalswitldiels  lsirels  gleis es slloa si, loahe.  That may be effecting me, so you think.  You all know what happens when I do'nt have mi coffee.  The lainwo lthishe higlhthseass  dialsd.  It sort of effects me in a bad way, and I'm out of coffee.
     Hold on, let me get a grip of myself.  There, that's better.  I better write this while I'm still lucid. It got so bad that yesterday I broke open some Keurig packs that my wife had been given as a gift.  We don't own a Keurig.  I opened the packs and poured them into the coffee maker along with some Kona coffee that I had.  The Keurig packs consisted of one dark roast than two carmel flavored--yuck, you know how I hate flavored coffee--packs.  I made the coffee all right, but I choked it down as it was the only thing I had.
    I still haven't had my coffee.  In a few minutes I am going to Starbucks for a meeting with a friend. I may OD on coffee, as dark a roast as I can find.  I hope Kimodo Dragon or something else just as dark is available.  I am losing all semblance of lucidity. Wait a minute, that happens often and my wife thinks that that is my permanent state of existence.
    Got to run before I crash and burn due to a lack of coffee.  Rhaitel hgutgwkle sgaiit lliska.  Oh my gosh, It's coming back.  I have got to run.  Maybe tea will work.

My world is pretty rocky without that first cup of coffee.

I Am Not A Fruit Loop--I Only Eat Them And I Don't Inhale

     Yes, I am sixty years old, but I still enjoy some of the finer things in life from my childhood. Besides, it has been said that men never grow up, they just get older. OK, I confess.  I love a good bowl of Fruit Loops not only for breakfast but for a sometime snack as well.
     The times were a lot simpler then.  Major League Baseball was played during the day. You could see it on TV, but only on Saturday.  If you wanted to catch a game, you listened to it on your transistor radio. Ah yes, the transistor radio. I remember tuning in late at night to see what stations I could tune into that were as far away as possible. One time I got an Idaho station and I was stoked!
     The cold war was raging and it was us versus the Godless Commies.  I like using that phrase Godless Commies. In fact, there are still Godless Commies around and their plots to overthrow us are still out there like making we Americans like soccer--uh, football--and adding flavors to Fruit loops. You went to a pay phone to call home when you were in trouble or needed money and there was no Internet to make a tee time or waste time on FaceBook. The world was a simpler place.
     I immediately fell in love with Fruit Loops. Up until that time breakfast cereals were boring. What choices did you have? You had such gastronomical treats as corn flakes, shredded wheat and cherios. Yep, cardboard for breakfast.  Occasionally you would slip in some frosted flakes, but that was rare.  Then it came from nowhere.  Cereal that was fruit. What an idea. It came together in loops and was cherries which were and still are my favorite, oranges and lemons.  What an idea, this is truly healthy and not boring. The flavor and vitamins of fruit with the goodness of grain, can there be nothing better?  Each loop had its distinctive flavor.
     Since then, Fruit Loops have changed. They introduced the green loop and the purple loop was soon to follow.  Quickly, there was a myriad of colors and "flavors" in the box of Fruit Loops. They are still good, but you just don't get the distinctive flavors of the individual loops as you did in the early days. Besides, this menagerie of colors really bothers my Attention Deficit Disorder. I now get very confused at the splash of colors and flavors of Fruit Loops that I have to eat them blindfolded--not really but I made you laugh.
     When you eat Fruit Loops, you eat every last one of them in the bowl. This is not like shredded wheat, corn flakes or cherios because you want to savor the flavor of every last loop.  The milk is so scrumptious that you don't want to leave any.  Cherios doesn't make the milk taste good.
     On a serious not, I noticed that I have gone over the 9,000 hit mark on my blog.  I thank you for continuing to tune in and read it.  I know I get a little crazy sometimes, but what the heck.  What is life without a little craziness. I hope that you will continue to enjoy reading it. Again, a hearty thanks goes out to you from the bottom of my heart. Hi Poland.
   I have to run, I just poured me a bowl of Fruit Loops.

OK, so maybe I do have too much time on my hands.

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Getting Old Is Hard--But Consider The Alternatives

     Getting old is hard, but if you consider the alternatives, it's not that bad at all. It actually has it's advantages. Besides, I don't feel a day over 60.  Oh, wait a minute I am over 60.  That may explain the reason my back is hurting a little today.
     Once I turned 55, I qualified for some very nice discounts. I can order off the senior menu at Denny's. That omelet that they overcharge for in the first place which costs the regular customer $9 costs me only $6.  That is a savings of $3.  That is a pretty hefty savings.  The omelet is only two eggs instead of three, but for three dollars, I can live with that.  There is no discount for the coffee, by the way.  We all know how I feel about coffee.  Do they have Denny's in Poland?  I don't know.  See, I got you in here Poland because I appreciate you.
     As you get older you develop an appreciation for the finer things in life, like waking up in the morning. That is a very beautiful thing and I can get very poetic about watching the sun come up and such, but I won't. Waking up in the morning means that you get to spend another day on this wonderful planet, enjoying all that it has to offer, like bill collectors calling you but that's another story. Hey, the sky is blue, the coffee is done and I will pour a myself a cup. Let's sit down on the couch and enjoy another episode of "The Price Is Right". Why is the car they win always a Fiat?
    Ah yes, the life of a Senior Citizen is grand isn't it? Honey, will you hand me my cup of coffee please? I'm a Senior Citizen.

I think I'll do some yard work today.  Maybe not.