It’s the Geezer Meme! Because we’re not giving hickies anymore and we don’t have PMS, and we don’t want to rock the world for peace anymore.
So here’s the Geezer Meme. Most of these questions are yes or no, but as always it’s much more fun if you flesh them out. Or change them. If you are under 40, go away. Seriously. Talk about babies or puking or SATC or all three.
- Have you pre-planned your funeral? Is it paid for?
- Do you still attend time-share presentations to get something free? When and what was the last one?
- Would you want somebody to exercise your DNR if your heart stopped beating during a colonoscopy?
- Do you know where your car keys are right now? Exactly?
- Does your pastor know your name? Including your first name?
- What were Clarabell the Clown’s last words?
- Do you find yourself watching birds more often?
- Are you flattered when carded to buy booze?
I tag:
Myself (because I need the ad impressions)
Published on
May 30, 2008 in
Family.
My mother’s first name and the names we called her two sisters, seemed normal. When you grow up hearing names, a kid just doesn’t think anything about it.
Until you mention the name to a kid at school.
My mother’s name was Cass, her sisters were Aunt Tim and Aunt Zig.
Cass. Tim. Zig.
Sooooooooo?
Cass was not short for anything. Her name was Cass Eugenia.
Her older sister, Tim, was christened Tamson, a name I only heard her husband and one other nephew call her. To everybody else, she was Tim.
The oldest sister, Zig, given name has tons of nicknames. Elizabeth.
Cass. Tim. Zig.
Maiden name? Zeigler, not i before e, prounounced Zig-ler. Not Zay-gler.
Soooooooo?
It takes a lot of gas to run the 42 mowers for the Mexicans I have pushing around mowing the yard. (We had to upgrade to power mowers this year because of the competition from the neighbors over the next hill.)
It was time for action.
This is before:
And this is after:
The front forty was done with a special non-petroleum based asphalt. A nice man, called himself a “traveler” stopped by Casa De BowWow last weekend. I was deforesting the back forty and he said he would pave the front forty for me. Didn’t take him long at all.
Yes, we left one tree, because we love our dogs. It is their favorite pee-pee tree.
Sure hope gas doesn’t reach $4.00 a gallon.
I’ll be ready.
But I would rather spend $4 on:
I wonder how they spend money at humor-blogs.com
Boy was I ready to rip this blogger a new one. This was going to be a rant to top all rants, and you know I don’t like to rant here.
Then something came over me and I actually read the post.
I got past the traffic building inflammatory headline:
Review: Hershey’s Chocolate Truffle Kisses – “Don’t bother”
How dare they? How dare they attack ANY chocolate made in Pennsylvania? But they didn’t attack, they reviewed – offered their opinion:
The taste was VERY milky – which in the case of Hershey’s chocolate is to say “sour milky.” And there is no taste differential between the coating and the truffle filling. But at least that lack of distinction is consistent, there is virtually no difference in texture either. When you have a great truffle, there is a distinct difference between the harder coating that gives way to a softer, creamier filling.
Then, of all things, they suggested an alternative, if one was a real “mass market truffle fan.” So there you have it, a biased opinion based on one person’s impression – a review.
Snobs? Not yet as far as I can tell.
Damn. Wish I would have thought to start a chocolate candy review blog.
