Some days the brain cells just kind of reach through the membrane encrusted flotoptus, join neurons & create some kind of a bumbling thought process. To-night does not appear to be one of those wondrous times!! I sit here in front of the computer on a Friday night with nothing more in the mind's vault than stale air. Didn't even take any photos to-day so had to go back & dig up some Lilies from the old 2008 garden.Most of my day was spent on the road with my mobility van job so it left little time for photos or thought. Blog thought that is. I'm a happy guy if I'm busily doing something I enjoy & that's what makes some days better than others. So, I will chalk this one up to a good day.
"Minimum amount of product for Maximum amount of money!!" Came across that phrase years ago & with each passing year it takes on a heavier meaning. If Tim Horton's keeps downsizing their coffee cups it won't be long & we'll be paying $3 a thimbleful. And if they ever turn the cereal boxes sideways on the grocery shelves nobody will ever find them because they will be wafer thin invisible. But do we pay less money for less product.....not a chance!! Doesn't it just bug ya how many manufacturer's are sneakily downsizing their products in order to squeeze those last pennies out of you for their profit riddled bottom lines. D'ya suppose it was one of those CEO characters that came up with that deceptive down size cereal box scheme. Betcha that guy got his cool multi million dollar bonus for figuring that one out. So, in effect we are also paying for that CEO's bonus while he makes sure that we receive less by giving him even more. Something wrong somewhere I'd say!!!!!!!!!!
Notice how when the brain is idle it has a tendency to go straight to the rant department. Ok, maybe yours doesn't but mine does.I'm off to the eye doctor guy Tuesday morning to have my eyes checked. My vision has been slipping lately & I suspect I will have to update my 4 year old glasses prescription. I really have trouble reading blogs because most bloggers seem to use very small print. Blogger does allow it's bloggers to enlarge the print if they wish. I enlarged ours about a year & a half ago. I always type my emails in larger print as well figuring it not only makes it easier for me to read but also the person receiving the email. These aging body parts sure do need all the help they can get.
Sometimes you see people walking along talking to themselves. They're lips are moving but nobody else is around. Well, not exactly nobody but if they are like me they just could be talking to.........something. For example, I am always talking to our dogs no matter where we are. I talk to them here at home all the time as well as out walking anywhere. Generally I'm telling them what great guys they are & how much I love them. I don't just think it, I come right out & verbally tell them that many times a day. If I see a butterfly close by I talk to it as well. Birds flying overhead will get a, "Hello Mr. Bird" from me. Horses, cows, chickens, ground hogs, frogs, toads, snakes, mice, squirrels, long lost dinosaurs, fish in a stream & rascally raccoons. Makes no matter, I talk to them all. Now, I said I talk to them, I didn't say they necessarily talk to me.....well at least not all the time:))
So, if you see me out walking with the gang & my lips are moving, not to worry because I'm probably just talking to our dogs or wishing a passing caterpillar a nice day:)) Now, if you think any of that is a bit strange, try this one.......If a fly is pestering me I will try to swat it & yet if I see a fly struggling in a pitcher of water I will stop what I am doing & try to save it by carefully extracting it from it's impending drowning fate, carry it outside, wish it well, & gently toss it into the air. Ya, ya, I know Al, it's time to back away from the keyboard & get yourself to bed.......Pronto!!GROANER'S CORNER: When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A of couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent down close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing." (sorry for the long joke folks but it was just toooooo bad to pass up)
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The only thing better than right now will someday be the memories of right now...AL.
Al, your large font is a blessing for the rest of us geezers! My question: how do you get such a wide field to post it on? Mine is so narrow that I have to use a small font, or each word would end up on a line of its own!
ReplyDeleteI also seem to talk to local animals, espcially birds. But you kow what, Ive learned that if I talk to myself, at least I have an intelligent and appreciative audience!
Loved today's groaner! I'll have to try to remember it.