Sweet Tooth

I have a bit of a problem. This time of year, there is all kinds of food, and for me each little bite means a shot. Because I'm a type 1 diabetic, that is, my pancreas doesn't work anymore so I have to plan what I eat and give myself the proper amount of insulin. I try to account for myself and keep my blood sugar between 90-120.

Add to the fact that I can't seem to make any sense of what I eat and how it affects my blood sugar. That's to say, I can eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and it make my blood go up only slightly while other days that same sandwich may have a serious impact. Why? I wish I knew.

So that leads me back to this time of year. The time of snackin' out. It's crazy. But I'm almost over it. That is, I don't know if I care anymore. I'm not saying I'm just going to die or anything, but I just can't keep up with every cookie, candy, or carbohydrate. It makes no sense. I want to be good, but at what cost?

My sanity and my sweet tooth is worth something too. Probably not as much as me going into a diabetic coma, but still.

How My Day Was Ruined... Sorta

Ok I had a pretty good thing going. I cooked the dressing, sweet potatoes, green beans, and did prep work for the the rest. And my 13-year-old was very helpful with everything, that is until we got around to carrots.

Apparently my daughter thought that she could just peel the carrots into the sink and let the garbage disposal do the rest. Um, no, not quite.

So while my wife was doing her pie and we were cleaning up, the sink became clogged. It's at this point that I find out about the carrot peels down the drain. I dig in the disposal, no good.

Trying to remain calm, I ask my daughter to get the plunger.

But it was no good.

I empty everything from the sink and... god bless Centex, they made the pea trap removable by hand. And it was jam packed with peels.

So I cleaned everything up, put the pea trap back on and viola! The sink was draining again, with no leaks or anything else. Of course I was now covered in carrot peels, drain water, and whatever was on the plunger. My day of lounging had been ruined, but at least I didn't have to call a plumber.

Closed

I don't have a movie, there was just too much going on this week. But hopefully I'll have a movie to review next week. Now I'm off to help decorate or shop or make cookies. Such is life.

Happy Thanksgiving

Well the day has arrived, and I have nothing to say except that I hope everyone out there has a wonderful holiday, and remembers to be thankful. Now, what are you doing on the computer? Go get drunk with uncle Jim or help aunt Rita with the dressing, or whatever. Today is a day that you should surround yourself with family and friends. So go and do it!

Happy Thanksgiving :o)

Garden Update: Week 8

Ok, I admit it, I'm late again. There's not much to say. The 2nd try at spinach has sprouted and it has been pretty cold. Which is keeping the bugs and such at bay, but anyway...

What Are You Eating?

Do The Zoo

So I will, recount my trip to the zoo. I will say, that though I went alone, as in only adult, it was an experience. I would not or will not go again when it is so cold outside. We froze and had the zoo pretty much to ourselves for most of the trip. I also wouldn't recommend going just for the animals. The gardens really add to it, though when it's freezing outside, there really isn't anything too see in the garden section. We didn't go, mainly because it was so cold and we had a schedule to keep (my wife was in a meeting and we really didn't know when it would let out).

So we stuck to the animals. Besides being cold, did I mention that it was cold? A good time was had by all. The howler monkeys were especially active. They would do their thing until one of the monkeys would literally scream, like a person, like ahhhhhhh and they'd stop... for half a minute or so and start back again. It's hard to describe it with out making monkey sounds, but trust me, the monkey's went over big.

Due to the cold weather, some of the animals were not on display, like the Galapagos tortoise, the hippo, or the alligator. But we persevered. We saw the giraffes and zebras and ostriches and elephants and gorillas, plus all the indoor stuff.

But this cold stuff, I don't like it, at least not here. Maybe if I had a fireplace, or snow it would be different, but all we get is cold and damp. It's cold again today, but I see we may finally get back in the 70's later this week. As for the zoo... It was ok, but frigid. Most of the animals wish it would warm up too.

Busy Week Ahead

This week kicks off, what for me will be a long, arduous busy time. It may be until after Christmas before I get any rest. But let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. This past weekend I went to Columbia to take the kids to the zoo (my wife had to go to a meeting in Columbia, so we were along for the ride), Sunday I had to work, because I want Friday off, plus I had to meet some friends for a movie. I'm not really sure what's in store Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, but Thursday much merriment and being thankful will take place. I will have enough food to feed 5 or 600. Yeah I know, it's just my family and a few friends. If it were anyone else I'd cook for a 1,000 or so.

Something about that day makes me want to have way more than I'll ever need. But I will say that it will all get eaten. We have 4 days to do it, but come Monday... no leftovers, because there will be nothing left.

Then there is putting up the Christmas tree, all the decorations, and the Christmas Cookies too. I've got work to do...

Are You Worried About Your Colon?

So I got this, I'm sure we all get this kind of stuff...

Purify, Detoxify, Look Great, And Feel Great!‏

Flush up to 25 pounds from your colon with Colotox

Umm, yeah...NO.

There is no way I mean no way I believe this. Your body makes shit, as a by-product, and gets rid of it. What the hell? If there is any toxins in me, I'd hope I would shit them out. I mean, that's the point isn't it?

They claim people eat 4-6 times a day and only poop once per day. Would you really want to go 4-6 times a day? And I don't know about you, but I aint digging around in my poop to see if what goes in, is what comes out. It shouldn't even be that way anyway, since you only poop out the stuff that your body can't use.

With this Colonox, maybe you could eat your own shit, since it will "Cleanse your entire system"
I mean, it's clean right? So why not eat it again? Dogs do it. Monkeys do it too. Join in the fun I'd say. And you'll lose weight too. That's a win-win my friend.

Getting Nowhere

Doctors are funny. I don't necessarily mean that in a bad way, or even a comedian kind of way... just quirky. I had to go to see my specialty doctor about my stroke. Maybe he reads my blog, maybe not, anyway... He always makes you wait, always. It's ok really, he has a TV and it was playing the Golden Girls so what's not to like?

So he has this picture of the brain with a diagram mapping out all the areas of it. Click the link if you want to see it. It helps me... about zero, because while I think I know the area where I had a stroke, I can't do anything about it. I can't some how work the left side of brain, it's kind of an all or nothing kind of thing.

But maybe he needs "something" on the wall, so it might as well be that. Hell I don't really even care what he has on his walls, make me better. Our conversation seemed to center around how bad everything is right now. It is pretty bad, but what is one person to do. Not much, except complain about it. I told him the stock price of one particular company that we both do business with and we just laughed. Again what can one guy do about it?

Laugh or cry, that's all.

Classic Film Friday: Bullitt

So here we have the mother or father of all cop movies. And the immortal Steve McQueen.

Senator Walter Chalmers (Robert Vaughn) picks Lieutenant Frank Bullitt (McQueen) to watch or babysit a mob snitch Johnny Ross (Felice Orlandi). The senator is bucking for a better position and is providing protection for this snitch so that he will testify against the mob...and thus make the senator look like he's tough on crime.

Except Johnny Ross gets whacked, while under Bullitt's watch. But it's not that simple, nothing ever is. There are some suspicious circumstances that makes one wonder. Why was Ross put in a lack luster hotel, why did Ross appear to let the hit man in just before being killed, was this even Ross anyway?

There are so many ways this movie cannot work today, but it is nostalgia and "classic" to see things like the phone being rotary, or having to stop the car and find a pay phone those were the days right? Also, apparently nobody ever heard of "calling in for backup" back in 1968. But this movie is probably most famous for it's car chases. Vroom, Vroom!

What is a Mirliton?

So I thought about things that make "home", home on the holidays. I can really only come up with one answer, gastronomically anyway. Mirliton Dressing. Nobody I know even can guess what a mirliton is (it's a sort of squash). But that is what makes home unlike anyplace else. And food is to a person that comes from my part of the world, love.

Back when I was a kid, my aunt Emily used to have family get-togethers at her house, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and 4th of July. she would have everyone over for a feast, plus... she had a pool. She was awesome and was also the most well to do of any of us.

Come Christmas or Thanksgiving we couldn't wait to go to aunt Emily's house. There I would see Uncle Buddy, my grandmother's brother. And his girlfriend Gracie. Every year like clockwork she would tell the same stories you heard dozens of times but nobody seemed to care. My aunt Janet had these two overgrown black poodles and one year I remember my cousin jumping in the pool because it was the only time that I ever saw a dog, not swim, he just sank, at the deep end. Janet lives up in Indiana now.

Or aunt Carol and uncle Frank, to big too talk about really. Carol did have some kind of voodoo shop or whatever, my mother said she never wanted to cross that woman. June and Phil (the one who died recently) would be there too. Along with countless cousins. But I don't know any of these people now. I mean I know them, but I never really had a conversation with any of them besides the standard stuff.

So back to the Mirliton Dressing… It is a got to have at my house, and I hope with my children, they will continue the tradition. Here is the recipe that my family has adopted, it’s not traditional, but it is what it is, what I mean is everybody has their own version, here's mine (adapted for SC or GA or pretty much anywhere that's not New Orleans)

MIRLITON DRESSING

4 medium mirlitons (look for chayote, they have them at Wal-Mart)
1 onion, chopped
1 pound of Sage Sausage (get it in the breakfast section of your grocer’s fridge)
1 bunch green onions, chopped
5 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 Cup fresh parsley
1 ½ Tsp Sage
4 stalks celery, chopped
1 bag of Pepperidge Farm Stuffing Mix (or a loaf of good French bread)
1 lb. of fresh shrimp, peeled and diced (optional some people hate shrimp)
Cajun seasoning to taste I like Tony Chachere’s
butter

Preheat your oven to 350°. Boil, cool, peel, and cube the mirlitons. Reserve the mirliton boiling water. Sauté the onion, green onion, parsley, garlic, and celery until soft. Add the shrimp and cook about one minute . Add the mirlitons, Cajun seasoning, and stuffing mix. Stir well. Use a little of the water from cooking the mirlitons to moisten if necessary. Place the mixture in a greased 9 x 13 x 2-inch casserole. Dot with a little butter. Bake about 30 minutes or until golden brown and bubbly.

That's pretty much it. Now to convert my children... hehehe hahahaaaaa...

How About Some Gourds?

Garden Update: Week 7

Boy what a difference a couple of days make. I was bragging about how nice it is here on Sunday, now it's going to freeze (29 is the low) late Tuesday/early Wednesday. The garden looks pretty good, from what I can tell. Everything is covered and protected. Other than that all's well :o)

Sitting in a Chair

Sitting in the barber's chair, the lady asked me why was I gone so long. I took maybe a month or more to get a hair cut from when I normally do. My hair was long, so at least she didn't think I went somewhere else. Which is exactly what I was thinking. There's been a place or two that have opened up closer to the house. But it just so happened that I was in the neighborhood and I needed a haircut, so I stopped in.

No big deal... to me, but what about to her? I realized then that it's not just me that's dealing with economic strife, she is too. She by talking to me, cemented a bond between us, not saying that I won't go any place else, but I'll try harder to make it to her place. That's crazy right?

I often find myself just watching. Watching the people around me muddle through the day. Like at my daughter's daycare. I sat in the car as my wife went in to get our littlest. I wonder what all these people do. There seems no shortage of them. And this is a question I've asked a 100 times before. What line of work are you in? Me? I'm in the medical field... kicking and screaming, it's not a thing I would recommend. But I guess you could say that about anything nowa' days.

Where the hell are all these people working, and how are they making it? We can barely make it on 2 incomes that average out to about 50K a piece. And we don't have credit card debt or anything else.... besides a house and a car payment. I just don't get it.

But I sit and I watch... all kinds of people doing all kinds of things, none specifically interesting or unique, just existing. Sometimes funny, other times... not so much. Maybe I'm just born to wonder why.

Some Perspective

I, like everyone else, am going through some... change. I'm not saying I'm going anywhere or that what I have to say is doom and gloom. Because I reserve that right for only certain occasions and this isn't one of them.

"We've made it through another day, you can't plan any further ahead than that."

That's what a fellow co-worker told me, and I think it can not be more true. People come and go, jobs as well, but to anybody that has managed to stay employed, Good job! Not saying that lightly either, many people have been asked to do more with less, including less staffing. Here's to hoping it doesn't get too much worse.

Roses Still Blooming

Even with this being the South, I'm somewhat surprised that in the middle of November... I not only have flowers/roses, I still have more buds yet to come. Maybe it's just my little piece of good news in times that come be brighter. I have done absolutely nothing, no fertilizer or bug spray or fungicide or really anything. Hell I picked up the roses in Wal-Mart.

Anyway, Enjoy!

Throw It

If you look closely, you'll see a piece of bread (surrounded by a yellow circle). You'll also note that it is not exactly traveling in the intended direction. It's one of those unintended consequences. She threw it very far, to the left. We wanted it to go forward. She got it the 2nd time. But she really wound it up for the first go at it.

Classic Film Friday: Jailhouse Rock

It was inevitable was it not? With my family's love of musicals and the King of rock and roll... we had to come together at some point. I won't get into whether or not the King was exploited or anything like that, we'll just take the movie as it is.

Vince Everett (Elvis) is a bit of a hothead. And he winds up killing a guy in a barroom fight. He didn't mean to, it's just he doesn't know his own strength. So he finds himself in jail, doing hard time. Hunk Houghton (Mickey Shaughnessy) is his cellmate and he has a guitar hanging on the wall. Hunk sort of runs the prison, or at least from the inmates point of view. With time Hunk teaches Vince how to play the guitar.

There is a TV special that puts Vince on his way to stardom (How times change, All we get out of prison now is stories of rape, drugs or somebody getting shanked.) He promises Hunk that they'll go into a partnership once he's out of jail. Vince gets out of jail and Hunk gives him a name and tells him they should give him a job.

Enter Peggy Van Alden (Judy Tyler), who works in the record business. The two, Vince and Peggy, cut a record and now Vince is on his way to stardom. Women, parties, swimming pools, and more. All he really wants is Peggy, but because their arrangement is "strictly business" and because Vince is a bit of an asshole, it's not to be... or is it?

Ok I've gave away about 75% of the movie, but there's still some stuff yet to be settled. This movie is probably Elvis's best, but I'll leave it for you to decide.

Borrowed Time

I was channel surfing the other day. I came across "Living After Stroke: Conversations With Couples". I could not find anything on the internet about it, other than it was a show. I watched it and an interesting wrinkle was exposed. It showed or told how hard it is for the other person to deal with the stroke, and how the person with the stroke feels guilty for having so much put on the other.

I can't agree more, I know that the rest of my life is "borrowed time" and that it would have probably been easier if I would have died. I know this, it isn't easy to type, but true all the same. My wife would argue otherwise, I have no doubt there, but it's a moot point anyway, since I'm alive.

Another thing that kind of bothered me is... The people in the show have had to deal with stroke a lot longer than me, and they aren't any closer to finding out what to do or how to be than I am. I'm not quite a year into this, I wonder if I should mark the event... Happy Death Day or something. I'm trying to not be overly morbid about it, but the person I was died, what's left very closely mirrors him. I only had a mild stroke, if you are pregnant you can't be just a little pregnant, it's all or nothing.

Anyway I'd recommend seeing the show to anyone who might wonder about what's involved with caring for someone with a stroke. Though I can't tell when or if it will be played again.

Just For Now

Garden Update: Week 6

It doesn't seem like it's been 6 weeks already, but it must, because this is my 6th post on the subject. As you can see, things are still relatively small, with lettuce being the biggest/best grower. I've also added a bit of peat moss, I'll need to add mulch... one day.


Also I took a picture of the "fall foliage" unfortunately (or fortunately if you like summer) we don't get much colors in the fall. But this is all I got.



I got something else to post on as well, but it will be later on this week. Can't give it all on one post you know :o)

Phil is Gone

I got a call from my father recently. It was a call that nobody likes to hear. One of my uncles died. He wasn't a maternal uncle as my father only has sisters, and he really wasn't well liked because of his past, but he's dead now and I feel obligated to give the man his due.

He wasn't much of anything, because he didn't do much, he went AWOL and did some time in Ft. Leavenworth, from there what he said he did and what actually happened leaves a lot to be desired. But he was a basically good man in that he stayed with my aunt and supported her until the end.

My father had a special relationship with that aunt, (5 girls, 1 boy) and the kids of my father and my aunt grew up together. She had a boy and a girl, my dad had 2 each. Many a weekend was spent at June and Phil's house.

I've tried to think of something good to say about him, like really, really tried. But I keep coming up bupkis. He wasn't a wife beater or anything like that. He and his son were "car guys" and they had a bunch of them. But my cousin is an alcoholic and wanted in more than one state for DUI convictions. So I can't really say anything good about the man. He was at best a neutral part of my own development. Not really doing anything positive or negative. Just kind of existing. I hear he was a good guy to party with. Bye Phil (or John) nothing more needs to be said.

Madagascar 2

Over the weekend, we had a movie that "we" (and by we I mean the 2-year-old) was dieing to see. Madagascar 2. Which if you saw any of the previews, they were supposed be be headed back to New York. They really weren't, or at least not for very long. They get to mainland Africa, which the lion, zebra, giraffe and hippopotamus are really from, and they find a way to fit in... sorta'.

I could go on how we paid for VIP seats, and other people didn't but were enjoying the leather seats and had really stupid laughs at stupid jokes. But I aint' going there.

The lion, Alex, find himself in the very same preserve that he was taken from years ago and he meets his parents again. The zebra, Marty, finds that he is not so special. The giraffe, Melvin, sees his girlfriend Gloria (the Hippo) find love in another hippo. It's all just a little too much, but it's a kid flick.

But really the whole reason to watch this movie is this:



I liked the first movie a lot better, there was an actual problem/resolution thing going on. The sequel lacks in that department. There was plenty of cheap laughs, if that's your thing then you'll love this movie.

Popsicle Party

On my other blog you may have read about my lack of sleep (and probably laughed, it's ok, that's what I put it there for). So we offered my youngest a chance for some great reward if she doesn't come to our bed at 3am. A little game of luck I'd say, because honestly we didn't think she'd take us up on it.

Well, she did and now we have to produce something that resembles a reward (we didn't plan that far ahead) She wakes up at a more reasonable 6:30am and wants... a popsicle. That's it? A popsicle? I think we can do that.

I mean it is breakfast, but a popsicle is no different than Cool aide right? Not that we give my kids cool aide, but plenty of people do. So there she was, chomping away at a popsicle at 7am. Is it worth it to get a full night's rest? Oh hell yeah.

Jessie's Girl

So as you know (or maybe you don't, but you do now) I'm a bit of a guitar hero aficionado. I got the latest version which came out a week ago. One other thing it has, downloadable content. Where I can, for a price, pick up a song or two. One song brought back memories.

Jessie's Girl, by Rick Springfield. See at the time that this song debuted, my father was married to a different woman, and this woman had a daughter who was roughly the age of my older brother. I at the time thought that anything my brother wanted was ok, as long as he liked me. I was 6 years old.

Anyway my step-sister really, really, really liked Rick Springfield. She got one of those things at the beach were you could type anything in and make it your own (in Panama City). It said "I Love Rick Springfield", she also had him on tape.

What does my brother do? He gets me to bash the medallion with a hammer. And then we record over her Rick Springfield album, because all you had to do was fill in the little hole with a piece of paper... And we recorder us making fart noises instead. My brother knew better, I didn't but then again he used to get me to dance looking like a was jerking off, so nothing was beyond him.

I wish if I saw this girl now, she'd be a woman, and I would deeply apologize. But my dad and his third wife divorced some 25 years ago. Still if you by some chance see this, know that I wasn't the jerk my brother was, and I am sorry...



From Weezer to Rick Springfield, yeah that just the way I roll...

Classic Film Friday: Meet John Doe

Ok I figured I have to do something political on the week that we elect a president. At first I was going to watch Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, but I try to bring a little bit "lesser" known movies here.

This 1941 classic starts off with a newsroom, and people getting the ax. Including Ann Mitchel (Barbara Stanwyck) she has but one more article to write and so she dreams up John Doe, a completely fictional character, that threatens suicide in a letter to the editor, protesting society's ills. People are going crazy trying to find him food, a job and of course HIM.

This saves Ann her job and she hatches a plan to milk it for everything it's worth. The newspaper hires a vagabond to be "John Doe", John Willoughby (Gary Cooper). So begins a "John Doe movement" with speeches all over the country. And the crowds lap all of it up. (kind of like our next president)

No Names Please

Back in 1992, a friend of mine, We were in the same class in High School said if they elect Bill Clinton it will be the end of the world. Well I didn't really care, and in time he was proven wrong anyway.

It's funny how people attach so much on one person one way or the other. I don't think you could ever pay me enough to take on even one aspect that the next president will face. You just couldn't.

Anyway...

I was looking around at another social networking website, and there was my old friend, saying the same stuff as he did in 1992. I think there will be hardships and joblessness and all kinds of things. But there would have been that no matter what.

I won't be praising the messiah or calling for Armageddon. I'll just be, just as always.

Garden Update: Week 5... late but still

So this week's garden installment is a bit late. It all happened because of events some 10 months earlier. Mainly I had to change the oil in my car. What do the two have to do with each other you might be thinking... It started like this:

I went to change the oil in my car when it was nice and pretty outside. I brought all the stuff, I had the last oil change done by a "place" because doing it myself wasn't really an option with the stroke and all. Anyway I have my oil filter and oil and I'm ready to take on the task. But the "place" put the oil plug on so god damn tight... I can't get it to come loose. And oh yeah, I already took off the oil filter. Much cursing and yelling took place. Still I could not break the stupid oil plug free.

My wife, the voice of reason and calm, said to put the old oil filter back on, and she'll take it back to the "place". And that was pretty much that. A day wasted, but all is not lost. Then I come to work, describe my dilemma to a co-worker, and he decides that he is going to break it. He is stronger than me and he has access to better tools. He broke it loose. Hallelujah, it's free!!!

My friend tightened it up to where a human can take it off, I come home later that evening, (which by the way is rainy and cold) and I change the oil without incident. So still you might asking, "What the hell does this have to do with a garden?" Basically I spent all of my time on an oil change, instead of the garden. But I manged to get this picture.

I did work a bit on the garden too, as you can see I'm starting to form a skeleton for a greenhouse sort of thing... for when it gets cold.

My Brief Polictical Career

It seems that I was one of those disenfranchised voters on the 4th. There was some confusion as I was pretty sure I was in town limits, but for whatever reason I was not allowed to vote in the mayoral race of Bluffton. I demand my rights! It turns out I was supposed to vote for mayor, and this was at 4pm.

Well, I think so anyway. I got to the school board and I saw the name, Laura Bush, and I could not bring myself to vote for her. So I wrote in my name instead. My wife did too. So hey, I got two votes at least! I spent on campaigning and advertising a total of $0. So for the money, not bad.

Where's the Chics?

He's a So and So

I've thought of all kinds of "sayings of exaggeration" that go along with the whole election crap.

Like "McCain eats babies" or "Obama is a has terrorists in his pocket" or "three head monster" or "he's into bestiality" or "whatever"

One thing that we will know for sure is there will be a winner and a loser. And to those who lose, don't feel too bad, you can always say "I told you so."


Add more if you like.

Time Change

So is anybody over this time change bullshit yet? I am. Not so much now, because we get a hour, everything is more relaxed, but when it comes time to pay back that hour... look out! The fact that we put ourselves through this, twice a year, is beyond me. Election doom and gloom aside, we should have a moratorium on daylight savings time, for at least 50 years...

Of course that's just my opinion.

Can I Breathe Yet?

My God, can or will life get back to normal in just 24 hours? It makes you wonder. I know political lines run deep and racism runs even deeper. I really just want whoever to just win and be done with it. No matter who wins there's going to be investigations and the comedy people will have a field day too.

I heard on the radio that there is still somewhere around 6-8% of undecided voters, I just can't believe that. I think those are called "non-voters". Seriously, if a person hasn't made up their mind by now... who the fuck cares? I hate to put it that bluntly, but really, REALLY? And they say it will be these people that decide our fate. Aye, yie.

So I guess we get what we deserve. A person who flip-flops, who lies, who takes money from untrusted people/corporations, just like always. I might move to Canada, or someplace else, why not?

No president has ever really affected or changed my life. Even when I was in the Army. I don't think any president is going to change my future either. It would be nice, if they changed it for the better, but I am not holding my breath.

What Do You Do?

I am, for the most part... normal. I realize that may strike some people as odd, but it's true. I was perusing YouTube when my daughter told me about Weezer's Pork and Beans. I've included here for your viewing pleasure.



So what I get from this is that in fact we all have some little quirks about us. Mine is the whole blogging bug I've got. Maybe. I used to be a R/C cars kind of guy. As in 2 or 3,ooo dollars worth of R/C cars kind of guy. There was a track up in Easley, SC. I rented a storage unit and had all my stuff there. It was only race quality stuff, which is expensive and only works on the race track.

So anyway, that's my pork and beans I guess. I still have all of that stuff, but nowhere and no time to deal with that, not to mention no money either. Now I search for a new pork and beans kinda thing, which is code for hobby. I think...

Halloween... In Pictures

I thought about it, and really the best way is with pictures instead of words. It was a beautiful, yet nippy night, and fun was had by all. It's not the whole story, but enough to be put on here.

Yeah...

I admit it. I did it. Am I sorry? Yeah, pretty much. I went on the local paper's website and posted, even though I swore off that place. It was because I thought there wouldn't be anymore BT. It was (in my mind) the last chance to get a message to a group of people that I might not otherwise reach.

There are quite a few people that could produce a pretty good blog. But alas, nobody asked me how, so now all I've got is a bit of regret. I was trying, still (though I know it's of no use) to eek out some form of journalism from the paper. Or at least let them know, that someone was watching. But you can't change the unchangeable. I give up on them, I still don't know why I even tried.

Maybe you found yourself on the sidelines, wondering "can I make a blog". The answer is yes. Will it have as many readers as say BT? No, at least not at first. But it will be yours, for whatever that's worth.