Chcolate Brownie With Hot Fudge Sauce and A Scoop of Ice Cream

     Lat night it was a chocolate brownie smothered in hot fudge and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.  Was it great!  Did I have a good night's sleep? NO!
     Don't worry, I didn't get arrested and the cows didn't get out of the fence.  There was something about Denise's lost brother who is a multi-millionaire. I asked her about this in the morning after I woke up, but she denied it very strongly.  Is she hiding something?  OK, in her defense, this was a dream with no base in reality. The last few night have been really weird as far as dreams are concerned.
     The dream kept occurring all night.   I would try to get another dream going, but to no avail. My eyes  would close and I would drift off to sleep but the saga of the rich brother kept coming through.  He was a nice fellow, but even Denise didn't know who he was.  I know, I asked her--several times. That is a good thing, Denise being in my dreams, because now my beloved Denise is in my dreams.  I guess I was right when I kept saying she was truly the woman of my dreams. Now she is part of them, along with her non-existent rich brother.
     It seems as though my last few posts have been a bit strange.  I have an excuse, it is a lack of sleep.  In the last four nights, I have only had one good night.  If the dancing elephants show up tonight, I know I am in big trouble.

What About Chop Suey-Chow Mein

     I didn't have brussel sprouts last night.  I was scared. We went to have Chinese food at a local Chinese restaurant.  Their food is fantastic, but I wasn't exactly sure how the food would affect me.  I am happy to report that I slept well last night with no scary dreams. By the way, they found the pick up truck.

The sun came up and I got up this morning without experiencing any  arrests. By the way, this is not our sunrise, it was cloudy and rainy here in Fresno this morning so there was no sunrise.  Well, there was a sunrise, it was just obscured by the clouds.  Enjoy this one.

I Have Got to Stop Eating Brussel Sprouts!

     Yes, I admit that I do like Brussel Sprouts.  The little cabbages taste great steamed with a little garlic powder and just a touch of bacon grease. Just a touch of bacon grease for flavor mind you because you want to give them a bit of flavor but not cancel out their nutritional value with added fats. However, they don't like me. They do strange things to me, and I guess my body reacts rather harshly to something so healthy being allowed to enter it. I ate the brussel sprouts for dinner last night with some strange results.
     I went to bed sort of early last night. I had a very busy day and was very tired so off to bed I went. As far as I know, my sleep was very deep.  What happened during the night was unexpected as I snored away. It had to be the brussel sprouts.
     Many people don't recall the dreams they have during their night's sleep. I can remember many of them and last night's journey into my subconscious was just such an occassion. This morning, I vividly recall my nocturnal movie and it was strange. The brussel sprouts had struck again. Let me describe the event to you.
     I am a city boy.  To me, a farm animal is only seen at the county fair in the fields grazing on grass or smelled in the dairies along the highway. The supermarket is where I deal with farm animals and bowing to the respects of animal activists, that is all I will say. Enter the scourge of the brussel sprout.
     The dream opened with me parking a pickup truck by the Fresno State animal farm.  Why there I have no idea.  I broke down the fence and proceeded to acquire a cow, for what I still do not know. Things kind of got out of hand from there and a lot of the dream is a blur.  However, I do remember confiscating two cows and putting them into the truck. They didn't want to go, needless to say.  The fun began.
     I am not a cowboy, I can make that statement with complete clarity and conviction.  Can you imagine this non-cowboy trying to wrangle cows? If I didn't dream it, I wouldn't have believed it myself.  It was quite comical actually, if I say so myself. What a sight, and I suppose that I could have laughed myself awake right then and there but I wanted to see how this was going to pan out. To make matters worse, as I was dealing with the cows, someone stole the pickup truck.
     Now, the sheep were becoming interested in what was happening.  They came over and found the fence down and thought it to be a good idea to explore the community around them. I tried to round them up and put them back inside the fence and grabbed them by the hindquarters trying to steer them back inside the fence, because that is what I heard was the best way to herd sheep. It was a mess.
     It didn't take long before the car with the red and blue flashing lights to show up.  The nice man, who was carrying a gun and had a badge, came up with a very strange look on his face.
     "May I ask what you are doing?" he questioned me.
     "Uh, I don't know." I replied to his fair question.  I couldn't tell him this was all a dream, I think I would have woken up.  I didn't want to do that because this was so entertaining.
      "You are under arrest," he said and handcuffed me with dream handcuffs and carting me off to the campus police department in his police cruiser with the dream lights flashing.
       Here I was interviewed.  They checked my record, which was clear and the detective came out laughing.  They told me that they were going to let me go because this was just to crazy to believe. I am old and the story was too outlandish so they weren't going to press charges. The story they came up with to cover me was that I had noticed that the fence had come down and I stopped to get the animals back inside the fence. The truck was stolen in the process and the thief drove off having corralled two cows onto the truck.  An APB was put out for the truck.  I went from thief to good Samaritan who had an unfortunate experience.

I know this is not a cow.  It is not even a sheep.  These are the only pictures of farm animals I have.  Give me a break.

     My ordeal ended and the case was closed, especially after I awoke in a cold sweat. This is all a true story, and it will be a long time before I eat brussel sprouts again.  It happened before, it will happen again should I give in to the urge to eat brussel sprouts.    








                   
           

Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down

     With respect to the Carpenters's, Denise's favorite group, rainy days and Mondays don't get me down.  I am an optimist. Life can be tough, but I would rather celebrate the downs as well as the ups and look on them as part of life. Life is good and is a great adventure.
     It is supposed to rain today in Fresno and the Central Valley.  I love the rain, and since I don't have a car I am pretty much stuck in my apartment. That could be a very depressing situation, but I have so much to do today that I can accomplish from home that I refuse to let it get me down.
      High on my list of things to do is to call my TV provider to see if they won't change my package.  I pay  almost $100 a month for my service.  I received a flier in the mail for a package for $39.  What's up with that.  Can you spell I will go to the competition? They are going to get a call from me. If it is for new customers, I don't care. We will see.
      I love rainy days.  It seems as though as the rain falls there is a quietness and stillness that comes.  Everything gets quiet as I guess the sound is muffled by the falling raindrops. The sound of the rain is like music to my ears. It is such a special sound, from a gentle sounding ballad of a light rain to a booming roar of heavy rain or down pore, sounding like a  freight train rumbling across the tracks .It is all a pleasure to the senses. The lighting is very special as well as well as the smells which is fresh and new. The sights, sounds and smells make rainy days are special, not depressing.

The day started dark, dreary and rainy but the sun came out and the day turned out to be a delight. 

     After the rain ends, the sun comes out clear and bright. It mirrors the cycle of life.  What was old ends and the new begins. I like the rain, so bring it on.        

Wat's N Editer?

     Sundey at church I run into a lady who did riting inservices.  It semes she was an editer at a nereby newspaper.  I sey, who nedes an editer? The key to the hole thing is to rite, get yur ideas on paper.  Who cares if the grammer is rite. I get so angrie when peeple tell me how to write and wat is corect.  Speling is not importent, as the idea is what counts. Why stop to tak the time to revize what yu have ritten for corect sentences and gramer as well as speling. How about making shure that yu have said what you said and made it clere? Wunce it it down, it should be purfect.
     If you are a potential client wanting to hire me for a writing project, please understand that this post is tongue-in-cheek. I do edit my writing and proofread everything that I write. As a writer, sometimes things get by you, but not intentionally.  I want everything to be perfect with very high standards for my writing, especially for a client. I prufreed wverything.

Not one of your better posts, Dad.

Jason, I hope you didn't read today's post.

A Milestone Today

     Today marks a milestone and I am not going to write much.  I have reached the 3000 hits mark.  I want to thank you for dropping by and reading my blog. I hope that I have given you some good times and some laughs. I look forward to chatting with you more, hope to make you chuckle and  have you stop and think about our world in a new and humorous way. Thanks!
     Do me a big favor and tell three people about my blog.  My goal is to have 10,000 hits by June.  It would be a big help if you could do that for me.  Also, if you could hit the followers button and follow me, that would be fantastic. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart.

Can Cherries Be Harmful to Your Health (Part 2)

     Online slot machine games, now that is what I am talking about.  If you have ever played or wagered on a slot machine you know about the cherries that I am talking about. I think that they can be harmful to your health.
     Plunking money into a slot machine in a casino is perhaps the stupidest thing you can do.  A slot machine is the money maker for any casino and as most rule gamblers will tell you, it is a "sucker's bet". The odds of winning are astronomical. I will will not donate my hard earned money to the owners of any casino plunking money into a one armed bandit. Well.....?
     Enter the online slot games. I am not talking about the sites where you give them your debit card number and then gamble as if you were actually at the casino. No, I wouldn't waste my money that way.  However, there are some sites such as GSN and Double Down Casino that give you tons of free "tokens" to play with. It really is a lot of fun hearing the sounds and seeing the coins drop, even though they mean absolutely nothing. Be very careful though, you can become addicted.
     Yes, the cherries can be harmful to your health.  As in everything of life, take all in moderation. You have to be careful because these slot games can be the gateway drug to more addictive things like video poker or blackjack. Remember, play responsibly or don't play at all. I lost $1,000,000 last night.  The good thing is, I probably will have a million dollars more placed in my account today. YAHOOO!!!!!

   
   

Can Cherries Be Harmful To Your Health?

     From the title of today's blog you may think that I am going to talk about the red dye in Maraschino cherries.  It has been said that it causes cancer and you should avoid the cherries.  I am sorry but I very much like the cherry on top of my Baskin and Robbins sundae. If Baskin and Robbins will thow some shekels my way, I would be happy to blog about the experience of a two scoop chocolate chip-pralines and cream sundae with fresh strawberry topping, whip cream and nuts with a cherry on top but I will not realize any financial benefits from them.  That is a pity, but oh well. What was I talking about anyway? It is only 7:30  AM here in California so I can't go out and get a sundae right now anyway. Darn!
     I just received an important phone call and have to leave.  I'm sorry but we will have to continue this discussion tomorrow.  Stay tuned.

Around, Around She Goes. Where She Stops, Nobody Knows.

   Honestly guys, I really didn't do that on purpose.  I know that Danica Patrick is sitting on the pole at Daytona.  This is a wonderful thing and I like how Danica is handling it.  She is a driver and is acting like a driver, not a crusader.  I like that.  She will let her driving do the talking.  She deserves all that she gets and I think will win many races, if not today's race.

NASCAR is a great experience. It is very different being there.

     Today is the Daytona 500. It is in essence racing's Super  Bowl. I plan to pull up a chair and enjoy the race. Good luck, Danica and all the drivers.  May the race be fast and safe.

And The Beat Goes On (Part 2)

     Yes, I am into sequels right now.  Do you know how hard it is to post every day.  Again, you my readers have a very high expectation of the content of this blog. Sometimes my mind has nothing to write about for the day, and so I have to scramble.  I do not mind pleasing you readers by posting on a daily basis, but sometimes it is very hard.  Today was just that sort of day.  It is Saturday for goodness sake.
    I don't know how many of you have  been on a cruise.  Cruising can be the ultimate vacation.  Once on board, it is just like Greyhound--you leave the driving to us, or them actually.  You don't have to make many hard decisions and can just do absolutely nothing.  The hardest decision basically what to eat, where and when.  It is really great. When you go on a 4 day or greater, when the cruise is over you are hit with a dose of reality very cruelly like a very damp dishrag.  What am I going to make for dinner tonight?  You have to drive home and back to reality.  The world has not stopped, or even paused for you.  Don't even think about the pile of bills which are waiting for you in the mailbox.

OK, Where's Lunch.  Lobster for dinner tonight?

     Life is hard and continues no matter what.  We saw that when the Mayans predicted the end of the Earth for December 21? The world did not end and it kept rolling on like a steamroller. One thing is for certain, whatever it is, it will be there for you when you get to it. Life does not stop.

And The Beat Goes On....

     I like that phrase.  It has its place in human thought and is quite profound.  There is a lot of truth in that phrase as well. The companion piece to it probably could be "The more things change, they stay the same", but I am only going to comment on "And the beat goes on", with apologies to Sonny and Cher. I could comment on Sonny and Cher as well. I won't as you know, I go off subject quite a bit but I won't here. Denise is trying to help me with my attention deficit so I'm going to go back to my original thought.
     Life does not stop but keeps moving on. Once you finish something or end some sort of experience, life does not end.  Its on to the next experience or opportunity. You can take the time to enjoy an accomplishment or fun experience or mourn the loss of something special.  Time must be taken for that and you must stop to smell the roses or the limberger cheese depending on the nature of the experience, but after a time it is time to move on.  That is a term I have heard a lot, and sometime I will tell that story but not here. At any rate, go on to the next experience in life and enjoy that experience--good or bad, happy or sad.
     As you know, I play golf.  When I hole out that 50 foot putt on number eighteen to end my round I have to take time to savor the accomplishment. But guess what,  I have to pay off the twenty-five cent bet that I just lost for the round. After a time of fellowship and adult beverages-- now available in the Riverbend clubhouse--it is time to share the round with buddies and pay up.  After this, back to reality as I get in my car--or not because I don't have a car right now-- and drive back to the real world. The beat goes on.
     As a freelance writer, I write and then sell whatever I write to whoever will buy and publish my works.  I then get paid.  Right now that doesn't happen very often, but again that is another story and I am getting off the subject again--help me Denise. That's it, I'm done and must write something else and sell it. The beat goes on.  That's life.  I'm OK with that, but if any publishers are reading this I am available.(Please!)

The round is over, now back to reality.

   

I'm Not A Clean Freak

     Organization is a good thing.  The only thing is that God in his infinite wisdom forgot to give me the skill of organization.  I guess I will have to learn it on my own. Darn.
     I have a fantastic filing system.  I know where things are and it is based on chronology, not on category.  Most people place stuff in files based on categories and topics.  For example, bank statements go in the bank statement file, phone bills in the phone bill file, Cable TV bills in their file and so on.  This is not very creative.
     I prefer the chronological pile method.  As bills come in, you pile them on your desk.  You know about when the bill or important document came in, so if you don't disturb the pile the document is there.  What could be more simpler.  To put these bills in file folder is a waste of energy that could be better spent on other activities.  Do you know how much stamina and energy it takes to play the video slot machines on Facebook? Expending the energy to file these documents would make the slot machine process much more emotional and would drain the brain of the necessary nutrients to make important decisions. How would I make the critical decision on wagering 50 credits for 15 lines and for how long if my vital store of nutrients has been depleted because of the expenditure of critical nutrients on filing documents in their proper files?  Come on people, it is a matter of priorities.
     Now, where is that $100 check. Let's see, I received it last month and need to cash it.  Which pile is it in. I think it is this one over here.  That is the December-January pile.  It should be in there. Nope, it's not there--notice I used the right it's. Let me look in November's pile. Oh shucks, I have to find that check so excuse me.

That's Winston Churchill.  I guess he was pretty organized.

By the way Denise, there was no $100 check.  I just used that as an example and for comic effect.  Don't get mad at me because there is honestly no $100 check.    

Not About Coffee

     The last few posts you had to endure my rants and ravings about coffee.  Today, I will save you from any discussions about coffee beans.  There will be no talk about the history of coffee and I shall not mention the noble bean, the roast, the grind or creamers.  I promise you that.  Let me go get another cup and we will get on with this post.
     Ahhhhh....that tastes good.  I am awake now and totally cognizant of what I am saying, and  well aware of the world around me.  My steaming cup has been conjured up and the milk--2% remember as I am trying to loose weight--has been added to the warm and tasty brew.  I had to use brown sugar this morning as I am out of artificial sweetener. Why does this taste so good? OK, enough about coffee, let's get on with the post.
    Hold on just a second, let me take another sip. The luscious roasted nut like flavor of fresh ground and brewed French Roast coffee flows over my taste buds and they are dancing with pleasure.  Wow, that tastes great!
    Enough about coffee, let's get on with the task at hand. As I said, I absolutely refuse to talk about coffee on this blog post. You can be assured that that will not happen. Hold on to your hats as I am going to start the blog.
     I am a sports fan.  I also like coffee.  Oops, I said I wouldn't talk about coffee.  I am sorry about that, let's move on.  I am a big baseball fan and follow the San Francisco Giants and Oakland A's. Few things in life provide as much joy as being in AT&T Park on a warm, sunny day or in the case of AT&T a cold summer night. I don't mean to insult those of you who worship the blue, we can still be friends.
   I play golf.

This was in May, and it got cold. This is the only caption I could think of  and not anger anyone.

   That's it for today as I am running a bit late and have an important appointment today that I have to prepare for. It is at Starbuck's and I probably will have another cup of coffee.
           

Plain, Chocolate, Hazelnut or French Vanilla (Part what, 4? I don't know)

     You know my thoughts on flavored coffee beans.  By the way, do you grind fresh or buy ground coffee.  Never mind, I need to get back to the subject.  Let's take a look at creamers and flavored creamers. I pity the poor bean who has given its life in order to provide the coffee drinker with the rich flavor we all enjoy.
     Once brewed, you have in your cup the nectar of the gods.  Black is the best way to enjoy the steamy liquid, and I have before.  I prefer a good half and half with a bit of artificial sweetener in mine. I said HALF AND HALF, not a flavored creamer.  I have gone to regular milk or 2% milk because I am trying to cut down on my weight. No flavored creamer for me.
     The bean has given its life and has been roasted. It has been ground, bathed in a dowsing of steaming hot water and has released the wonderfulness of nut like flavors. Its job is done, and we must respect the sacrifice it has made. Now it is liquid and contained in a cup, I prefer a mug myself which I have purchased from the gift shops located in the numerous and exotic locations I have visited. That's another thing I can explore later, but yet again I am off the topic. Don't disrespect the sacrifice of the noble bean by adding a flavored creamer.
     I recently purchased a cup of fine "joe" in a restaurant.  There was no creamer on the table. When I asked for some creamer, assuming that I would get half and half, the waitress--excuse me, server--brought me an assortment of flavored creamers. Where was the half and half.  My thoughts were "Thou shalt not defile the memory of the noble coffee bean which has sacrificed its life to provide us with a heavenly brew". I didn't say anything other than, "Excuse me, do you have any regular half and half?"
   The waitress--uh server--looked at me as if to say what century are you from sir.  She very politely replied, "Oh yes, sir.  I will have some out to you right now." She was back in a flash with the real stuff.
     My son adds "Almond Joy" creamer to his coffee in the morning.  By the way, he rarely finishes his cup of coffee, so I don't consider him a coffee head.  Who would of thought of "Almond Joy" creamer.  I love Almond Joys, but just not in my coffee. Its not coffee, it is a coffee flavored Almond Joy. I love my son very much, but come on. Again, think of the sacrifice of the bean.

These guys don't use flavored coffee creamers.  Well, maybe the guy in the stocking hat does.

     I pity the poor but noble coffee bean. It has given its life in a total sacrifice only to be disrespected by we humans trying to change the nature of its being.  I refuse to take part in this blasphemy.
             

Plain, Chocolate...Ya, Ya, Ya

     I hope you read this morning's post.  I have to explain to you that my editor was half asleep and didn't have his coffee yet as well.  Trees do not bear fruit, they bare fruit--I think.  A bear would bear fruit if a female bear had a cub.  Would it bare fruit?  I am not sure. Bears don't ware clothes so at any rate they would bare, or bear fruit.  I guess that trees would bare fruit as well seeing that they don't wear clothes as well.
     Hey, I was up late last night and didn't sleep well to boot.  My mind is not as clear as it could be right now--but as you know that is nothing new as well. If you think that I am just trying to hear myself talk right now, you would probably be right. I'm going to bed so that I can talk about coffee some more in the morning.  I promise you this, I will make sure I have my coffee before I post.

Plain, Chocolate, Hazelnut or French Vanilla (Part 2)

     Coffee is such a wonderful thing.  It is grown on the sides of sun drenched hills at a certain altitude and only in particular parts of the world.  The bean grows on a bush, even though most people refer to the bush as a tree.
     The tree bears a fruit that looks something like a berry, that fruit turns a bright red as it matures and is ready to be picked. In that berry there are two halves of something that looks like a seed which is the actually the bean. The bean is removed from the berry and is dried in the sun on a large drying platform.  Once it has dried, it is then roasted in a process giving the bean its nut like flavor. You'll have to check the grammar and syntax of those last few sentences, they may be flawed and I haven't had my coffee yet this morning.  We are all well aware of the consequences of me not having my coffee. Hopefully you get the idea.
     There are different roastings of the beans.  What this means is that the bean is left in the roaster longer in order to give it a darker color and a deeper flavor.  You have "American Breakfast" roast which is not roasted as long as "French Roast" or other European roasts which are roasted for a very long time. The beans are then ground put in a filter cup and brewed with hot water going over the ground beans.  Voila, out comes that dark brown liquid that we all love. Into a cup the brew goes and you can drink it without additives or you can add cream and sugar.  The flavor is nirvana, and helps the world start their day.
     I take issue with what has been done to this noble concoction. Flavors have been added to the bean, which distorts the flavor.  To me, a "chocolate bean" tastes the same as a "hazelnut bean" which has been flavored with hazelnuts. If you want chocolate, make hot chocolate and put some hazelnut extract in it.What the heck is "French Vanilla" and why would you want your coffee to taste like vanilla when it is coffee.  Why don't you just brew up a cup of vanilla? Put some vanilla extract in some water and warm it up, or get some vanilla sticks if you want to be a snob about it.. That's not coffee.
      To this day, I don't know how they do that. Leave the bean alone! It tastes just fine without fooling around with the bean.  Why would you want to totally disrespect a perfectly fantastic tasting coffee bean by making it into something it is not?  That is an insult to the noble bean, and if I were a coffee bean, I would be totally angry about trying to change me into something I am not.

These guys don't drink flavored coffee!

     Speaking of coffee, my morning pot is ready.  Excuse me, I am going to enjoy my  pure "French Roast". More on this subject tomorrow.  Yes, there may be a part 3 to this.  
   
   

Plain, Chocolate, Hazelnut or French Vanilla?

     It is time to greet the morning here on the West Coast of the US. It is a beautiful morning, the sun just peeking over the Sierra Nevada and the sunshine is warmly streaming through the sliding glass window in Denise's house. She's asleep, by the way, but I promise to stick to the subject here and not drift off to somewhere I don't want to go.
     In my case, what is the importance of the morning other than God has seen fit to leave me on this Earth one more day? That's a good thing and I am not complaining.  However, the most important component to morning is to get up and post on this blog.  I didn't post yesterday throwing off the world's complex order of  things. That too is OK because the world needs to learn to deal with small changes.
     I am trying to post and communicate with you on a daily basis.  I don't want you to feel like the world will end.  We tried that on December 21, the world did not end but it caused great fear in some of your hearts.  With me not blogging on a daily basis, it does throw things off. This chaotic world has to have some consistency about it and when something important is not there it really destroys the balance of life. My duty is to write this blog, which adds to the rhythm of that ordered world.  I take that duty quite seriously, trying to maintain that equilibrium of that delicate world.
     What did all that I just said mean to the world and will it be preserved in the annals of human history as a classic work?-- Probably not. Its true meaning probably is that it means absolutely nothing, get out your hip boots he's at it again.

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What About The IRS?

     I admit it, I am hooked.  These casino sites on Facebook are addictive.  They give you so many free chips to play that you never have to buy chips and you can win big!  Do I have to report my winnings to the IRS?  Think about that for a minute.
     Before you go condemning me for gambling, you have to know that these are just on-line video games.  You are playing not for real money, but for free chips that the casino gives you.  You can buy more chips, but they are not real.  It is all make believe.  I don't know if you have ever gone to the sites and played, but it is a kick.

My Make believe house that I am paying for with my make believe winnings which the not make believe  IRS  has taxed.

     My question is still real.  Are my winnings taxable and reported to the IRS?  I wouldn't put it past them to want taxes on these make believe winnings.  Such is life. You can't escape death and taxes. Maybe I will pay the IRS with my  make believe winnings.

Facing Facebook

     Technology and I don't get along very well.  I am all in favor for new ways of doing things, but when does it go too far?  This is not the world I grew up in and that can be good and bad.  For me, the jury is still out.
     You can friend me on Facebook.  I can friend you on Facebook.  What would happen if I just want to "friend" you.  Do I have to do it electronically, or can I just call you up on the phone and have coffee at Starbuck's.  That brings up another question, what phone do I call you on? Do I call you on my cell phone, or my land line? At this point, who has a land line anyway.
    Speaking of landline, I know people who still have their landline and it is a video phone.  When I am talking on the telephone, there are times I don't want to be seen.  How about when you answer the phone that rings right after you get out of the shower.  The phone rings, you go to the phone as an impulse and forget where you have just been.  You answer the phone dripping wet, do you really want someone to see you in this state? It is not a problem to me because people are always telling me I'm all wet.
     This post is not going exactly where I wanted it to go, but I think that you get the point. What did we do before U-tube, Facebook, Twitter, Linked In and now Pinterest? I still had friends, or friend actually.  I remember clay tablets and typewriters.  As a matter of fact, I remember two cans stuck together with a string.

"Tanks" for reading my blog.

     Excuse me now, I have to sign up for a Pinterest account. My, have things changed.