She Beat Me To It

OK, I was all prepared to blog about my trip to Vicksburg, MS, but Karen posted first. Now I will have to try to think of something that she didn't say. :::snicker:::

If you want to read about our trip, click that link up there. C'mon you know you want to. There's are even two pictures of me, yikes!

Home

Finally made it home, traveling just ahead of storms all the way here. We had a great time in Vicksburg, despite the train whistles all night long and the lack of internet service. (Oops, no posts for two days!) It was great to catch up with Karen, who took tons of pictures that I'm sure you will soon see. When I catch my breath, I will have to post a more detailed blog about my trip. 'Til then, hope you all had a great weekend.

Roadtrip

Things are definitely looking up, because I'm headed out of town tomorrow to see my oldest and much beloved high school buddy. We decided that we're not going to let the flooding upstream scare us off, and we're meeting in Vicksburg, MS, conveniently located halfway between us. Actually, I think she was almost scared off, but I twisted her arm. For our three-day weekend, we're staying at a sweet little B&B, stuffed with Southern hospitality and opportunities to pamper ourselves. If I know her, she's probably bringing 3 cameras, so there may be lots of pictures to show you. I, on the other hand, will be bringing wine, my guitar, and a bathing suit.

BTW, if you haven't met my friend Karen, she is a photographer, specializing in custom portraits. Check out her gallery but beware; her Newborns will make your ovaries hum. Unless you're a guy. And then, I got nothin'.

The Chelsea Chronicles

Chelsea's mediation for her shoplifting case went well today. The store manager didn't show up for the meeting, and therefore, didn't have any input on the agreement. With the mediator, we agreed to the following:

She must send a letter of apology to the store manager.
She must submit a well-documented, 1000-word research paper exploring how shoplifting hurts the community and the economy.
She must pay the $50 mediation fee or show proof she has repaid us.
She remains under supervision of the court for 90 days, which is a fancy way of saying probation.
She must log 10 hours community service to a nonprofit organization.
She remains barred from the Wallyworld premises.
Her case is dismissed, but the accusal stays on her record.
Her juvenile record may be expunged after 90 days, if we go to juvenile court and submit a request for that.

Because Wallyworld no-showed, they must accept these terms. The judge could deny this arrangement, if (s)he doesn't think it's enough, but the mediator assured us that won't happen. He said that we would know immediately if the judge rejected it, but that he wouldn't.

Now, what was the first thing she asked when all of that was resolved?

"Am I still, like, majorly grounded?"

16 is a uniquely invincible age, isn't it?

The Summer of My Discomfort

My daughter's mediation (for the shoplifting charge) is tomorrow. It's 92 degrees IN my house, and I don't have cash on hand to fix the A/C. There's a flood advisory in MS, and I may have to cancel the trip I've looked forward to since April. My daughter is bitching about the heat, her sore gums, and still being grounded. Shingles hurt like a mofo, and my acid reflux is kicking like a mule because I'm stressed out.

However...I have alcohol. LOL My son is behaving like an angel because at least he's trying to get on my good side while the gettin's good smart enough to know that now is NOT the time to add to my stress. My husband loves me and puts ointment on the spots I can't reach. I found a guy who thinks he can get the parts we need to let the A/C limp along for a couple of months, buying us a little time before we have to shell out $3500. I've lost 4 more pounds since the A/C died, and I've been eating healthy and drinking lots of water. I'm having meatless taco salad, with homemade guacamole for dinner tonight.

And here's a pretty picture. Pass the rum, anyone?

It's Bad For Ya

George Carlin was one of my heroes; his ability to speak the witty, irreverent truth was unsurpassed. Great write-up in the Times: George Carlin, Splenetic Comedian, Dies at 71.

“Scratch any cynic, and you’ll find a disappointed idealist.”
-- George Carlin

Whiny the Pooh*

I don't want to be whiny but I can't help it. The A/C is out, so I'm hot and irritable. I have shingles, so I'm in pain and irritable. My family is still up in Tennessee at the family reunion (they went without me), so I'm lonely and irritable. While I would normally relish some alone time, I would really like it if someone was taking care of me right now. Irritable is the word of the day.

Anyone here ever had shingles?

Going to see how much a cool shower improves my mood.

*BTW, Whiny the Pooh is what I call my son when he's being bratty. Well, more accurately, I call him "Whiny the Poo-handler." Uncouth, but that's the truth.

Bonus Post

While I was at Publix today, I kept watching this large group of what appeared to be musicians. They were buying lots of organic food, granola, SmartWater, fruits and veggies, and several of them were in need of a wash, quite honestly. Curiosity got me. I bumped into one girl who was wandering down the cereal aisle, and said, "Sorry, but I have to ask. Are you all musicians, or what? I'm a musician, and I recognize the type, you know?" She laughed and said, "Oh, can you smell your kind?"

Turns out, it was a magical, mystery, hippie tour: a collective of 25 musicians, comics, and film crew, traveling around on a converted school bus that runs on vegetable grease. I wish I had gotten a website or at least the name of the group, but she fluttered away before I could ask. Tried Google and found several "bio-bus tours," but not this group. All I know is there are 25 people on a white, converted school bus that runs on vegetable grease, California license plate, traveling around on tour.

Yes, I live in a small town.

Um, shingles?

I had what I thought was a bug bite. Bug bites don't usually spread, get hot, or hurt this much, therefore, I went to the urgent care center this morning after 3 days of thinking, "WTF is this?" Yep, shingles. Seems like it's one of those things that you never know how much it hurts until you have it. Anyone who has had chicken pox can get it, because the virus hangs out in your system until extreme heat, cold, or stress brings it to the surface. Did I mention our A/C is still out?

Again, thank God for ice, and for cold beer, too. Were it not for these precious gifts, it would be a real suckfest around here right now! :)

Thank goodness, we have ice.

Chelsea's appointment went fine; she's sleeping off the pain right now.

Our A/C has kicked the bucket and can't be repaired, according to the two repair guys I called out. The estimate is $3500 for installation of a brand-new system. Even though it's 90 degrees and humid outside, that seems like an awful lot of money. Sears wants closer to $6,000, though. :/ The heat sucks, but what are you gonna do? I don't have $3500 in my pocket at the moment; we will work it out somehow.

On a much more fun note, we have tons of ripe blackberries, so I'm making cobbler tonight. It will go great with the gallon of cake batter ice cream Mike bought for Chelsea to eat after her surgery. What a daddy!

Hope you're all somewhere cool, with a cold drink in your hand.

The Last Supper

Well, not in the Biblical sense. Chelsea is having all four wisdom teeth extracted in the morning ($900, after insurance, yikes!), and she requested Velveeta Shells and Cheese and State Fair Corn Dogs for her dinner tonight. What a healthy meal, right?

Her choices did make me think, though. While I think most of my comfort/courage might come from beverages, if I really had to name a comfort food, the starchy/cheesy combo would probably be my pick. For instance, cheese enchiladas, mac -n- cheese, cheese omelet, and lasagna all sound good.

So, what are your comfort foods? Just curious.

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage Will Ruin Society

Found this rather funny and thought you might like it:

1. Being gay is not natural. Real Americans ™ always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
2. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
4. Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can’t marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
6. Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn’t be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren’t full yet, and the world needs more children.
7. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
8. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That’s why we have only one religion in America.
9. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven’t adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
Via: Bligbi

My new favorite saying

"You have the right to remain miserable -- but I'm not going to let that ruin my day."

My kids are starting to hear this a lot. I've decided their boredom is not my problem; if they can't find something to do, then so be it. While they gripe about being bored, I cook, read, garden, write, listen to music, etc. It would be different if they were still 6 and 3, but they are 16 and 13. If they gripe too much, I assign them additional chores so they can keep busy. My son cleaned the basement yesterday. Muahahaha.

I'm an evil mom. Just ask my kids.

Petit Buche

A food coma is in my future. I made baked goat cheese with tomato sauce, garlic crostini, and tomato and arugula salad. The comfort food was necessary after what was evidently “Tick Day 2008.” I found two on my dog and one on – gulp – me. It was crawling on my chest. We use K9 Advantix religiously, but the ticks are bad mothers this year. Like most, if not all, of you, the sight of a tick makes me itch for hours, and talking about it makes the itching worse. Tick conversation over now; can tick day be over now?

On a happier note, we received notice that the case of Bored Stupid vs. WalMart has been deferred to mediation, which means we shouldn't have to go to court, as long as we reach an agreement with the manager. I'm not sure what the terms may be other than our daughter agrees to never set foot inside the store again (???), but I can't imagine anything that would force this to go to court. We meet with the mediator June 25; hopefully, after that, no more limbo land. Personally, I couldn't care less if I never set foot inside WalMart again, but my daughter used to go there to cash her checks. And apparently, to watch her friends steal things. Sigh.

Father's Day

Kidney cancer got the best of my dad almost 5 years ago. This picture is one of the last ones taken before he was diagnosed, back in 2001 when he still looked like a man's man, full of piss and vinegar. He is pissed off because he didn't want me to take his picture.

I'm glad I took it anyway.

Hurdy Gurdy Girl

Came home from the farmer's market with: arugula, bush beans, corn, eggs, fresh dill, goat's milk soap, honey sticks, honey, potatoes, tomatoes, and zucchini. What a haul! All of it was locally grown and produced, which is pretty cool. While at the market, I got a free acupressure massage. The lady from Healing Hands was giving away massages to promote her business; can't say no to free, and I needed the massage badly. Her rates are really good too. I'm sure I will be making an appointment in the near future.

I am making this a regular thing. While it's tough to get up at the buttcrack of dawn on a Saturday, it's another way I can take care of me. It probably sounds like I'm all about "me time." I am. But you would need to understand that for years, there was no me time. My life has been all about taking care of other people and feeling responsible for everything, to the point that it literally made me sick. Therapy has taught me that if I don't take care of my own needs, I am ill-equipped to take care of others anyway.

Sometimes, I think I probably sound like a hippie-dippie fruitcake to you all: "Well, I'm tiptoeing through the tulips again, listening to the birds sing, petting Bambi, smelling the flowers, tra-la-la-la. Oh look, a rainbow!" That's OK with me; writing about the good things in my life reminds me that I have what it takes to sustain myself when life isn't so good. Let's face it; all God's children got a problem, as they say, but when we let our problems outweigh everything else, we're headed for disaster.

Here's to hippie-dippiness!

Nasty

Dirty. Filthy. Sweaty. That's me. I just spent an hour weeding, digging, raking, putting in a few new plants, and spreading mulch. This honest sweat and near heat stroke-ness has been the best part of my day, if you want to know the truth. There is something satisfying to be found in hard labor, something that makes the world seem right. My butterfly bushes are blooming. I have herbs coming out of my ears. I'll be hitting up the local farmer's market bright and early tomorrow to see what else I can find; expect a full report tomorrow.

BTW, I washed up enough to make homemade clam chowder for dinner. For now, I'm off to the shower.

Have Some Fun

I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing “fairly well” for my age. A little concerned about that comment, I couldn’t resist asking him, “Do you think I’ll live to be 80?”

He asked, “Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?”

“Oh no,” I replied. “I’m not doing drugs, either!”

Then he asked, “Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?”

I said, “No, my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!”

“Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?”

“No, I don’t,” I said.

He asked, “Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t do any of those things.”

He looked at me and said, “Then, why do you give a shit?”

Meltdown

Sounding like she was very near tears, my sister just called me and said, “This is going to be hard for me so I’m just going to say it. I need to know why you’ve shut me out. Why are you not talking to me?” She said she called my house two days ago, and my son told her I was in the shower. When I didn’t call her back, she convinced herself I was upset with her. She also thought with everything we’ve had going on here, maybe I didn’t feel like talking to her, but she wished I had told her.

I’m floored. I spoke to her less than a week ago and didn’t even know she had called again because my son didn’t tell me. I apologized and try to assure her that I wasn’t mad at her or avoiding her for any reason, but I’m not sure she believed me. Finally filing for divorce after years of separation, she seems very fragile right now…but wow. Here I am thinking everything’s OK, and she’s over there freaking out. You just never know what someone else is feeling.

As for what’s been going on with me, the shortest version of the story is this: on June 29th, my daughter was arrested for shoplifting. While she personally didn’t take or conceal any merchandise, she was with someone who did; therefore, she is guilty by association. Both she and the other girl involved had more than enough money to pay for the items. This was purely a whim that blew up in their faces.

At this point, we don’t have a court date, and we don’t know what her sentence will be. Fines could range from $500 to $2000. Her punishment could range from community service and probation to time in the youth detention center -- anywhere from a month to 6 months. Much depends on the judge, and what kind of mood (s)he’s in on the trial date. We’re stunned and devastated, but all we can do right now is wait. Well, wait, and deal with someone who is sorry for what she did but doesn’t understand why she’s grounded. She is “bored, frustrated, and depressed sitting in the house all the time,” and thinks we’re being pretty unfair to put her on “house arrest.”

Needless to say, my stress level is elevated. However, I’ve learned the lesson well that you must take care of yourself, and I do. Gardening, cooking, exercising, reading, blogging, talking to friends (both the invisible online variety and the visible offline variety), playing music – all of these things are helping me. I appreciate you guys.

Widget woes and other stuff

My widget is an idget. I can't see recent comments; do you see it when you go to my blogs? Recent comments should be showing up under the heading of "Waves." :::pout:::

I'm giving Twitter a try to see what all the fuss is about; not sure I'm a tweet kinda gal, but we will see. Technology is fun, when it's working. See above.

Still loving my deep water aerobics class -- it is so much fun! Karen, be prepared to laugh at me with my goofy equipment, because I'm definitely using it in the pool in Vicksburg. You should order the kit and do the workout with me. :)

I'm amazed to say that I've been vegetarian/pescetarian for two months now. I've lost about 12 pounds just from cutting out meat and eating more veggies. The family has been pretty compliant, except for picky Michael. He makes his own dinner, since he won't eat what we're eating. I made vegetarian egg rolls and garlic shrimp skewers last night; tonight, we're having pasta with walnut sauce. This lifestyle forces creativity, because you can't just eat the same old thing night after night.

Tried a potentially addictive and diet-destroying energy drink today: Java Monster Loca Moca. I'm not an energy drink person; they all taste slightly of vomit to me. However, I love coffee. I picked one of those up on a whim at the convenience store, and uh, it's pretty damn good. Tastes like a Starbucks Frappucino with less cream. The 15 oz. can has 200 calories, 30 of which are from fat, and apparently tons of caffeine and energy-boosting minerals. I'm fairly well vibrating right now. Don't need to pick up that habit.

We had a big storm again here last night; lots of wind, lightning, and some rain. The dog spent most of the night trying to get inside my body again. Drives me nuts that Mike is over there sleeping like a baby while I deal with the fuzzy maraca. Unfortunately, lightning killed the TV in my bedroom, but considering that it's already been hit by lightning once, it's amazing that it lasted this long. Now I have a good excuse not to stay awake half the night watching movies, a bad habit of mine.

Alright enough rambling on for now -- wow that energy drink is strong!

Eco-friendly Sex

There's a lot of talk about "going green" these days, which I'm certainly trying to do, as long as baby steps count. We use the fancy corkscrew bulbs, we're eating less meat, we grow a lot of our own veggies and herbs, we recycle aluminum and paper, etc. We're working on it, you know? But according to treehugger.com, you can even green your sex life.

The article was very informative. Did you know, for example, that vegetarians may have better tasting "love juice" and increased stamina in the sack? Also, bamboo sheets are evidently "super sexy." For some reason, I have a disturbing mental image of pandas. Be sure to check out the rather intimidating medical-grade stainless steel toys, as well. This instrument of pleasure is pictured next to a lime, of all things. I'm not sure of the lime's purpose; margaritas, anyone?

I'm interested in doing my part for the environment, but has it really come down to this? Let's face it. I'm married; therefore, I'm just happy to be having sex at all. Worrying about whether or not my lube comes from a sustainable resource could kill the moment. Enough already! ;)

300th Post

And I really have nothing important to say :X Today has been a bit of a bummer, because the washer hose came off and flooded the house. Leaked into the basement, too. My husband was washing clothes while I was at church, and after he got the load started, he went out to hang out on the back porch. Therefore, he didn't catch it until there was a major flood. If anyone says, "When it rains, it pours," I'm going to scream. Haha.

Luckily, my friend Karen sent me this cute little meme via e-mail, so I'm totally using it:

A) Four places that I go over and over again: Ross, Borders, Publix, and Classy Cricket
B) Four people who e-mail me (regularly): Karen, Jerry Y., Kim, Mom
C) Four of my favorite places to eat: Shucker’s Oyster Bar, Joe's Crab Shack, Olive Garden, Los Cowboys
D) Four places I would rather be right now: Key West, Myrtle Beach, Daytona Beach, Miami (anyone sense a theme -- but above all of these, I want to go to Italy!)
E) Four TV shows I watch over and over: House, Hell's Kitchen, Paul Dean, Moving Up
F) Four people I think will respond: Phoenix, Nina, Julie, Em

It Figures

As I sat in the theater watching the long-awaited (for me) continuation of the story of Samantha, Miranda, Charlotte, and Carrie...it dawned on me. What I fantasize about is Sex in the City, but what I've got is Married With Children, not that Married With Children is bad, mind you. It's just a bit too real at times.

Example? I wanted to go out somewhere after the movie, maybe get a drink or hear some music. Mike insisted that we go home, complaining that the popcorn gave him gas. Real enough for you? Oh well; at least he took me to see the movie, with no concern for the considerable threat to his masculinity. Haha.

Finns to the Left

Stumbled across this thought-provoking article about the Finnish school system, and why Finnish students are so much smarter than American students. Unlike the jumbled melting pot that is America, Finland is a homogeneous society where all students speak the language. Furthermore, there are no poor and wealthy schools to create further gaps in education.

If we would incorporate three Finnish mainstays, we could change the course of education of America:

· Quality pre-school for all (emphasizing personal responsibility; imagine that)
· Delineated high school (none of this “Everyone can and should go to college” nonsense)
· Free higher education (both academic and technical schools)

Alas, No Child Left Behind keeps us dumb and dumber.

Tell Me Why

Why does my 13-year-old son go through the pretense of playing dumb when I ask him to load the dishwasher? He supposedly doesn't know what kind of soap to use, or where to put it. He supposedly doesn't know you have to rinse the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. He supposedly doesn't even know how to start the dishwasher. He's loaded the dishwasher plenty of times before. Now, I fully realize that he's doing this because he thinks I won't make him do the dishes if he acts too stupid to do them. What I don't understand is why he thinks this technique will work. I just made him stand in the kitchen for 15 minutes until he "figured out how to do it." He should know by now that if he's going to play these stupid games, Mama will always win.

I would also like to know why my 16-year-old daughter thinks that I'm going to let her roam the roads when she is currently in more trouble than she's ever been in her entire life. It's a story that I haven't told here yet, because I'm still reeling from the shock, but perhaps I will soon. (No, she's not pregnant.) She knows exactly why she's being restricted, yet still has the nerve to give me one of those exasperated teenager sighs and ask, "So how long is this whole...house arrest...thing...going to last?"

Once again, I am reminded that my kids are damn lucky that they have ME for a mom, instead of MY mom.
/endrant

Splish Splash

Yesterday, I started my deep-water aerobics class at the rec, and I gotta tell you, it was the most fun I've ever had in an exercise class. I decided to go this low-impact route because of my heel pain; however, I fully expected to be in the class with a lot of geriatric patients. At 41, I'm sure I am the youngest participant, but the other women aren't THAT much older, maybe 10--15 years older than I. Surprisingly, the class is quite strenuous. Submerged in water up to your neck, using weights, you can actually sweat in the water. Who knew? The hardest exercise for me was "jogging" backwards. While I put in a lot of effort, I didn't find myself moving very far in the water. Haha. The instructor is very funny, and man, is she in great shape. She may be about 45, tan, lean, blonde. Come to think of it, I hate her. Not really. She wasn't one of those stereotypical barking bitch aerobics instructors; she explained each and every move, made jokes, sang, encouraged, and seemed to enjoy herself. The class is Tuesdays and Thursdays, and it's only $20 a month. The AquaJogger equipment cost about $40. Two thumbs up for cheap, fun, injury-sparing exercise.

The thing is...

I am an excellent chef. I enjoy my own cooking too much. Tonight, I made roasted salmon with a ginger-orange glaze. I served it on a bed of wilted spinach with a side of scalloped potatoes. I cut the fat everywhere I could (skim milk, low-fat cheese), and I ate a 4-oz portion of salmon...BUT I had two big helpings of the scalloped potatoes. They were delicious, by the way. Haha.

If you want any recipes, let me know. I've been especially creative now that school is out and my brain is fully functioning.

What would you do?

In the parking lot at the grocery store, a young woman (maybe 20 or 21) with a baby asked me for money to buy diapers. While her baby was clean, and appeared to be well-cared for, she looked a little rough. In particular, she had a bit of meth mouth, like she was in the early stages. I told her I wouldn't give her cash, but I would buy diapers for her. If she had refused/insisted on cash, I would have left without giving her anything, but she gratefully agreed. I bought her a large pack of diapers (damn, those things have gotten so much more expensive in the 12 years or so since I bought any!) She thanked me profusely and assured me she has a voucher but that it doesn't go into effect until tomorrow.

When dealing with panhandling, I won't put myself in danger, and I won't give cash. If I have food, I will offer it. There was this homeless guy who hung around a sandwich shop near my old job. They make these huge sandwiches that most people can't finish, so I would usually have half a sandwich, wrapped and untouched, to offer the homeless guy, and he always took it gratefully. Most of the time, if the people really want food or something like that, they will take it, but if they insist on cash, you know they want drugs or alcohol. That's when I say, "Well, sorry, I don't have any cash," and I take off.

How do you guys handle this issue? Also, if you do help someone who appears to have an addiction problem, how do you feel? I ask because it makes me feel skeevy, and I want to see if I am the only one. On one hand, I'm glad I could help, but on the other, I feel like the best help you can give some people is to get them off the streets and in a treatment facility. This young woman wasn't as bad as some, but sometimes, just being approached by some of these people makes me need a shower. Am I weird?

Ouch

When you swim for the first time in months, you find muscles you didn't know you had. I know this because I swam for about an hour today. My neck is sore. My shoulders are sore. My abdominals are sore. However, my foot doesn't hurt so it's all good. I think. :)

Summertime

My kids have been out of school one week, and I'm already hearing, "I'm bored." To me, those are the worst two words in the English language: "I'm bored." I don't even see how it's possible; when you were a kid, how fast did you get bored when school was out? It's nuts. With the gas prices being what they are, I can't possibly run the roads to entertain them, so they better get unbored, quickly, or it's going to be a really looooooooong summer. On a positive note -- I'm NOT bored. I'm intelligent enough to entertain myself, and I'm just thrilled to be on vacation. Maybe I should give them alcohol -- works wonders for me. (Jay/Kay, Oh/Kay?)

Random Meme

randomness...feed your mind and your blog
Week of June1: Fill in the blanks.....

1. My best friend is my husband.
2. I love it when everything is calm and no one's in trouble.
3. My favorite movie is August Rush (if I have to just name one)because the music, the story, the acting, and the cinematography are all amazing.
4. I can't stand it when my kids lie to me.
5. If I could have any job in the world it would be as the host of a show like Lonely Planet or Thirsty Traveler.
6. Most weekends I find ways to be really lazy.
7. Papa John's Garden Fresh pizza tastes so good!
8. Why does death scare me so much?
9. I have lots of music CDs around the house.
10. Blogging satisfies my need for dumping random thoughts.

till next time....