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43 pages out of 80. Ever get tired of commercials? Do you sometimes say I would buy that product, just because they aggravate me with commercials? I just picked up a US News And World Report magazine. It is a total of 80 pages and 43 are advertisements. (As you can see I have a lot to do! LOL)

Radio and TV used to have a limit of the amount of time taken for ads. On the hour and half hour. Then it went to every 15 minutes with the hour and half hour being the longest. I very very seldom watch TV, now it seems that ther is three minutes of commercials and two minutes of program or entertainment. That is an exaggeration of facts, but I said it seems that way.

I think I get upset more at prescription drugs being advertised, then they say ask your doctor. I had a friend tell me the other day that several time he has done that with his doctor and the doctor said, ‘okay, if you think it will help!’

What? We prescribe for ourselves now a days?

I have enjoyed your many blogs lately. Some of the food made me mad, but otherwise the pictures and descriptions looked and sounded delicious. We have talented hobbyists on here also. Sewing folk, seamstress, artists, wood burners and tinkerers. We have folks who can grow anything, and some of us who can just about kill Ivy.

Oh the folks in the North Wood are making maple syrup. And the gardeners are starting. Photographers Helen and Robert. Robert will make you think, and try to come up with a reasonable sounding comment, haha! I miss Blue lately.

Anyway You guys have some interesting stuff. There is one lady who reads this blog who is a great kisser, I miss it, and will be glad when the cold bug is gone.

Thanks for coming by the log…

Nite Shipslog

PS: > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> Opportunity may knock once,
> But temptation bangs on the front door forever.
> *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Some of us saw these deliveries, not everybody had their own cow!

Missing comments and Remember the Crosley?

Crosley made radios and tv’s

Sometimes when Sherry is reading Blogs, she will say, “Did you read what Boomer ( Jean, Mel, Jimmy, Lucy, paula, Fred etc) said?” I usually say, ‘yeah, if I got there first, I made a comment.’

“No you didn’t!” Is the reply sometimes.

I Think now (blaming it on age) I forget to go back and put the magic words in after the comment. All blogs do not do the same with the magic letters, some go back to the header others go right back to the comment for the ‘crazy letters’ to be added.

Oh, that Jean, is a corker, did you read the blog written in wing dings or something? I thought she had gone Asian on us and changed her language. I wouldn’t have been surprised at our genius teacher from Athens. Robert speaks and writes a few language very well. I do wish I had paid attention and learned another language when I was younger. I tried the Berlisk (?) Method for Spanish while walking in the woods, but my hearing is too far gone now, I cannot even understand English now.

I do believe the official language of the USA should be English, but I have no problem with folks being bi-lingual, it must be nice. It would be good to teach Spanish, German or French in an early grade, the children could use it in their later lives.

I was looking at Jean’s blog, she is starting to show food, I noticed what I am sure is a biscuit. Are biscuits nationwide, or mostly down south? I remember the first time I ate Home-made rolls at dinner. Sherry and I were invited out to a ministers house near Kirksville, MO and she had fresh yeast rolls, with butter would melt in your mouth. I don’t think I have eaten a roll any better since.

My mama never baked bread, other than biscuits, but hers were the best, and you could sop gravy with them and they would not fall apart. Hahaha.

Thanks for coming by the log,

Nite Shipslog

PS:

CONFUCIUS SAY. .. .

"A lion will not cheat on his wife, but a Tiger Wood!"

Ah, that was mean!

If we had kept the Crosley in the USA, we might be saving more gas today

Just a Post and the Henry J car.

I am not like the originators of the:

I am here years ahead of my time (or behind)

Hello Blog landers where ever you are….

This a Henry J (It's second trip thru the blog)

The wandering Darnell’s living at the Wayne County Fair Grounds at present. We are about 30-40 minutes travel to the hospital and Johnny, Sherry’s Brother. Fortunately John is doing well and improving. Seems some days he takes a step back but then he takes two steps forward, so he is actually improving.

I’ll never forget one senior lady of 105 yrs young, when asked her secret to long life said, “Stay away from doctors.”

She might have something there.

Did anyone notice Ora is back from the land of the self banned? Welcome back Ora.

Hey when is spring? Someone said it was here already! Y’all were joking , right?

Okay, I am looking for a job. I saw

a house on the foreclosure list that has my name on it. It is now a fixer upper, so if things go well we will be working when we get back to NC. I might be joking and then I might not.

We do not know if we will go back to Florida or NC now. Have you noticed that Diesel fuel is now $4 a gallon? Heck, we might just stay in Michigan. (If Sherry heard that she would say, I’m gonna wash your mouth out with soap!

Nite Shipslog

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It really upsets me when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

Satisfaction And Corvairs

“I can’t get NO Satisfaction”, I remember a song by that name…..

WE had one of these in GITMO, I loved that little car, I disliked Nader for killing it.

Now for today's satisfying entry!!!!!!!!

It is very satisfying to bite a finger nail.

It is satisfying to look back and see you made a good decision.

It feels good to accomplish something. I see it all the time in blogs here on Blogger.

Yep, pictures of good meals prepared and places you have visited. Things you have bought at a bargain. Silly kids and grand kids, A new calf you just discovered. Or animals harvested for food. I read satisfaction in prose and poems.

I see satisfaction and pride in an animal you have trained or just tolerated. I love the pictures of pets, caught with neat expressions, and just after (or while) ‘saying’ something cute!

When I take the time to wash and clean our car, I stand back and with pride say: Boy you look good, I am gonna keep you that way. (now truthfully it is a nice thought) but it is ALWAYS a LIE on my part, because I don’t do what I said. But I do love a clean car.

I have decided to bring Sherry’s lap top to the hospital. Today Sherry came down to the family as usual and we took off down (many) stairs. I left the laptop here and on line, along with my back pack. Then when we climbed back up (many) stairs, and I looked over at the cluttered corner where I left the laptop & stuff, The corner was very neat, but NO LAPTOP or Back pack. That is a sinking feeling.

Of course I hoped a cleaning crew or someone had turned it in and thankfully someone had. So now I have learned another good lesson (one I was supposed to have already learned) and I am now smiling. BUT like the clean car, I say I will always take care of this laptop, but that is probably a lie, again.

So here I am, with egg on my face, knowing that my stuff could have been gone and I would be crying. ……… WOW! I just thought, I have two pages of a new novel in this thing. It is a love story too; an award winning book has probably been saved….. Ha!

Thanks for coming by the log, so? How was your day?

Nite Shipslog

PS: > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* It is easier to preach ten sermons Than it is to live one. *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

This was the concept car, if they had went with this I bet Nader could not have gotten it killed.

Tractors and hospital stuff

I dug out the back pack, that is a day back pack. I will take Sherry’s lap top in to work today. Okay not work into the hospital. Hahahaha

We missed church Sunday; I have a touch of a cold and didn’t want to spread it. I have it under control now with Contac. No runny nose, sneezing or coughing. I don’t plan to be close around anyone.

I think we have been around the hospital longer than most folk. The staff are recognizing us as living or working here. At the coffee shop, “Joe’s java” they give a free cup every ten cups and I think Sherry has gotten five free coffees. Hahaha!

The dirty piles of snow are slowly going away, only one day out of 7 they are calling for snow showers. I hope that changes to Bright Sunshine!!!

We may make that planned trip to Buchanan across the state at the end of this week, I am looking forward to that. The last time we were there the farmer up the road had some delicious tomatoes!!! Huh oh, Sherry said we were there in July, and he probably won’t have any now. Shucks. Haha

 

Tonight is into the teens then Spring (I think).

I met Ricky today. He is a guy that I have seen in the waiting room three days straight, I asked if he lived here.

Maybe I am getting flaky (That is rhetorical it doesn’t need an answer, okay!)

Take care enjoy the cars.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Adult Truths
***** I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
*** How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?

(c’mon, I need an answer!)

To some of you all the tractors look alike, but to a farmer, they know them.  I have owned at least four of the above. One a Ford 8N 1948 is still running also.

Whatever it Takes & Metropolitans

While doing what we are doing now, you tend to lose sight of things you were doing and focus on the job at hand. Just a few short weeks ago we were scheduling a front-end alignment on this home of ours, a root canal and dental check up for me, Sherry's physical and a summer in the Northeast on the Appalachian Trail. We were thinking of some Maine Lobsta, checking out some of the great eating places folks have told us about, and getting some great views of the Maine Coast.

That ALL took a back burner when we got the call that Johnny was in physical trouble.

When we arrived the Doctor's at best, gave him a 50/50 chance. They said it like it was going to be the lower 50! Of course we attribute the drastic change to the thousands (no exaggerations) of prayers gone up.

I really let the weather get to me and take the brunt of my griping. In reality I don’t hate cold weather. I thrive from challenges but usually when we are planning and have clothes to face the situation. This one sort of caught us on the short end. Sherry has spent 6-12 hours a day here in the hospital for about 5 weeks. I have been with her but she had taken the brunt of the situation, covering for my deafness.

Deafness has become a problem; I cannot hear half as well as I was hearing. And that isn’t saying much. It could be the weather; at least I certainly hope so.

Yeah, I fuss about the weather, gripe at the forecasts and say a bad word when valves freeze and water freezes; or I hit my hand on some sharp object in the cold. That sounds like a lot of complaining, but it really isn't. Over 99% of the time Sherry and I find a way to enjoy ourselves and joke where ever we are.

(Metro’s were not afraid of snow)

John is doing well. Funny for an independent cuss, he does not want to be alone, and he sure has not been. Think about it. How many friends do you have who would faithfully visit you in the hospital 3-4 times a week for 2 months? I have lost count of John's friends. Most folks do not have family that dedicated.

(They weren’t afraid of water either)

Okay enough. Life is good (according to the mountain prophet, the Blue RidgeBoomer) and I agree.

When you outlive most of the family, you get the privilege of helping take care of what is left.

Nite Shipslog

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Adult Truths Final entry! (Thanks Evelyn)

** The first guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974.

That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.
Ladies.....Quit Laughing.

Got Milk?

(Just a note for those who care, Nash made this jewel, then Hudson bought it and made a few Hudson Metro's)