Ball Park Franks!

Tell me, please. Who the DICKENS gets urges for BALL PARK FRANKS !? ... besides me? I'm glad I'm not a woman, because I'd think I was pregnant or something. Sheesh!

But luckily, the craving went away, and it only took 4 of the little suckers to quench the urge. The good news is... there was only 3 carbohydrates each so it was good stuff. No catsup or mustard or relish or anything, just heat them up in the microwave and put them on a plate and eat them (fork comes in handy) Aaaahhhhh.

Now the question is... when will I eat the other 3 packages (I bought them at BJs so I couldn't get just one...) and the rest of the first one ? Hmmmm. Party. THAT's it. Maybe I'll throw a party! We'll call it a picnic and give us a reason to eat more BALL PARK FRANKS! -- or not.

Have an awesome day.

Whimsically yours,
Kelvin

Diary of an Oyster

I like to think that I am very smart, but some days -- I admit -- are better than others. I love to inspire, but also love to be inspired, and sometimes a very, simple story can do the trick. Worthy of Dr. Suess, I'd like to share such a (short but quasi factual) story with you now. Enjoy your day!

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There once was an oyster, whose story I tell;
Who found that some sand had got into his shell.
It was only a grain, but it gave him great pain;
For oysters have feelings, although they are plain.

Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate,
That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
"No," he said to himself, "Since I cannot remove it,
I'll lie in my shell, and think how to improve it."

The years rolled around,as the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate Destiny...stew.
Now the small grain of sand that had bothered him so,
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.

This tale has a moral, for isn't it grand,
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
Think... What could WE do, If we'd only begin,
With some of the things that get under OUR skin.

--Author Unknown

I stole these (sort of)

Okay... so I was on the web looking for something to illustrate a Ramblings that I want to write, and in the process, I ran across this blog that had a post "Someone Once Said." Well, I'm sure the author didn't come up with these on their own, but I figured the least I could do was tell y'all where I got them, and pay some small tribute to the person who had them there to help me entertain you. So... here goes.

Someone once said:

• If you must choose between 2 evils, pick the one you've never tried before.
• There is always one more idiot than you counted on.
• Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
• Never, ever take a laxative and a sleeping pill on the same night.
• Sittin' in church on Sunday doesn't make you a Christian, any more than sittin' in a chicken coup makes you a chicken! **
  
• It's easier to tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
• If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
• Never kiss a boy or girl with cooties.
• Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
• To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else, is a great accomplishment.

**Note: I actually changed this one from the site I just visited, to this modification I'd heard some years ago from a speaker named Charles Jarvis.

I guess that pretty much says it all, doesn't it?

Have a great day.

Kelvin

What's Cookin' Doc?

I live alone (and some of you are saying "good thing !" We'll tend to you later.)

Have you ever heard people --particularly women -- say, "Hmph. I go out to eat, because there's no one there but me, and...well... I hate to cook for just me."

NEWSFLASH! I love to cook for just me. Not that I'm a gourmet chef or anything (ha!) but there is something soothing and refreshing to me, when I cook -- even if there's no one here but me. You know? I cook what I want, how I want, to my taste -- no one else to appease right then, and no one to complain if it's "not right." A totally self indulgent experience!

Maybe it's because I haven't had to cook for people all my life, or maybe it's just because I'm a man, but cooking makes me feel better, especially when I'm in a funk, and I usually figure about about the time I notice I've got a bunch of food on the counter and a couple of pans heating up on the stove... like tonight :-)

AND.... THE MESSIER THE BETTER!!! Man, pull out the pan -- two or three pans! Grab the chicken, or steak or whatever (not fish...ugh)... Get the bag of flour -- I love those little flour mushroom clouds when I sit the bag down to hard. Turn the heat up, throw some Canola oil in there, slice up some onions and throw them in (it doesn't really matter what's coming in next. LOL). Slice up whatever meat I took out, sprinkle some seasoning on it. BE ADVENTUROUS! Don't look until after you've sprinkled!!!! - okay; maybe I'm just kidding about that one. Put some string beans in the other pan -- oh heck, add some corn -- get it all heated up, serve it up on my plate... and sit down and....relaxxxxxxxxxxxxx and enjoy my creation. Yup, just for me.

And if I'm really on a roll, when I'm done cooking and eating I've already cleaned up the counters and the dishes (at least hidden them away in the dishwasher, but I usually wash them by hand!), wipe down the cabinets being careful hunt down all that flour I mushroomed out earlier, and... ease my now full tummy down into the chair of my choice (either my computer chair or the couch to look out my sliding glass doors or, if I'm in the mood, my nice, soft leather arm chair that's situated perfectly amidst the surround sound to listen to some smmmmooooooth jazz) with a nice bottle of room temperature Poland Spring water and... aaaaaahhhhhhhh. Life is good. Yup... just for me.

And then I sit here and write this blog entry so my friends know..."yup... he's weird." But it's okay. I feel better, and that was that was for anyway.

Have an awesome day. I'm going to go pay some bills now, and have some REAL fun! LOL.

See ya.

Kelvin