​Ramblings of a Retired Mind

Sitting here with my first cup of coffee for the day (one of many I suppose) and reading some of the blog posts from the weekend.  One thing about the Internet, it can often be entertaining and at the same time, informative.  This morning I am reading where Obama took a vacation to the Islands and it cost us $4 million, I sure hope he had a good time.  Last year it was Vail, Clorado, Martha’s Vineyard and a trip to Spain, all on the taxpayers tab, some $10 million.

We are thinking about taking a cruise on the South Canadian River in southern Oklahoma this summer, if the sandbars don’t get too bad.  It is all that we can afford.

But then again, we buy our OWN gasoline and FUEL and that makes a big difference.  All of a sudden, Ol Gee-Dubya (George W Bush) hosing around the old homestead in Crawford Texas with a chainsaw is looking better and better.

I read this morning that they have discovered a mushroom that eats plastic, now that is a trip.  You can read all about it here.   Now here is a fungus with attitude.  Scientists are always discovering new and interesting things, and it amazes me, some of the lengths they will go to doing this.  I read of a chemist in Minn. that had been working on a new chemical compound, and not knowing what it was capable of, he decided to brush his teeth with it.

And low and behold, his teeth got much, much whiter and brighter.

Everything was just swell, until he walked outside in the chilly Minnesota weather, and discovered that cold air, turned the chemical coal black.  Oh well, back to the drawing board.

Speaking of creative people and drawing boards.  I got this one over the weekend, you be the judge.  There is nothing more dangerous than a perverted tradesman/electrician with a pen, or an old guy with too much time on his hands ….

I will never look at a power outlet the same way again.

Are you aware of the fact that Denny’s puts eight (8) pieces of bacon on a BLT?  I found that out over the weekend, that is a lot of bacon.  It is sooooooo good, but so bad for you, one of those “everything I love to eat, is killing me” things.

One thing you can count on in America, good or bad, it will be marketed and given to you in one way, shape, form or manner.  You can now get a “Bacon Shake” at Burger King …. Have it your way.  And afterwords, when your arteries choke up and you win the lottery for high numbers on Cholesterol, you can get buried in your own bacon coffin.  I know, I know, you are sitting there chuckling and chortling to yourself, saying this dude is making all of this up.  Uh huh … sure, but you can read about it here.

Bacon Sundae’s and French Fries … Is this a Great Country or What?

Only on the Internet …. Nothing says Easter and the rejoicing of the risen savior than a hammer to the head.  Memphis police said an Easter egg hunt ended with a brawl between two families and a woman’s arrest for taking a hammer to a man’s head.  Read more:

Well, I see the old bottom of the page rolling up, and I have to make a trip to town for some materials (I am getting low on coffee and as it is a staple of life, a geriatric vitamin of sorts, it is time for resupply), guess I ought to close this out and get cracking.

One more post, locked down in the hard drive and I am through for the day.  I now leave you to your respective musings.  Think of me fondly, here on the old goat farm, trying my best to figure out all the wrinkles and crannies of the Internet age.

Pondering important hot button issues and the mysteries of life,  for example, how a status symbol of today is one of those new fangled cell phones that everyone has clipped onto their belt or purse. I can’t afford one. So, I’m wearing my garage door opener.  (I also made a cover for my hearing aid and now I have what they call blue teeth, I think.

If none of this has helped you out, I am truly sorry.  If you still need more drama in your life this Monday?  Good.  We got it.

Watch this. 

And by all means, try and remember this one impotent fact of the Internet and blogging ….. This what happens when you reach old age and have decided that old age is  “when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it.”

I am headed to the kitchen for another cup of Joe … What else do I have to do on a Monday?  I don’t have $4 million to go to the Islands for some R&R.