Random Thoughts

Does it bother anyone that Jack Bauer could never pronounce 'Nuclear' correctly but had the best cell phone service in the universe?

I wonder if it's too late to send out the Christmas cards I ordered last October with our recent family portraits taken in September.  Maybe I could include an insert also wishing a Happy New Year, Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day and Easter.  The only problem is, by the time I finished getting all of them addressed it would be November again.  Which would actually put me ahead of the holiday calendar for this year, except the picture would be outdated.  This is why I've never sent out Christmas cards.

Now that the country has gone digital and high def., should televisions have their tubes tied?

Here we go...

A couple of weeks ago while running errands with my 22 yr. old son, we were in the middle of a great discussion about our interests and passions. Since writing has been one of mine for as long as I can remember, (on a good day that's back to kindergarten and on a bad day it's about an hour) he suggested I start a blog spot. Thinking he burped in the middle of his sentence, I said, "Excuse me? Would you please repeat that without sharing your indigestion?" After he stopped laughing at me (which is a common occurrence among all three of my boys) he said, "No mom, it's a thing you can do online. You know, sort of like a running journal. People can read it. It'll give you an outlet for writing, and who knows? You might just gain a fan out there somewhere."
I thought about this for a minute... I could almost see it; somewhere in the back woods, a little shack nestled among the trees would live a funny little couple as old as the wood used to build their abode. The wife standing over the stove in ankle high boots, apron tied snugly, one hand stirring the pot and the other scratching her hip. The husband on the front porch snickers as he rocks in his handmade rocking chair. He's holding a laptop reading my blog...he he.

So, with tender nudging from my oldest man-child, wherever you are Mr. little back woods man rocking on your front porch waiting for supper, here's to you. I hope you like what you read.