what's a guy to do?

We have already lost one blogger to the complexities of this site, no more! I have spent most of this day trying to log a comment on peachy keen's blog but this stupid software won't recognize me. I know it's the software because I used the same name and password to access this page so I could complain about the other site! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
(I know, that's not a word)
My comment to peachy keen was to have been that my favorite stupid word is irregardless. Without without regard. In other words, with regard. Well why didn't you just say so? Sometimes I get so confused! Is it any wonder?
10-4, over and out, hasta la vista baby, #*&%^(@#they went that-a-way!

Beware the ides of March!

The title has no real significance. I just always wanted to say that. Kind of like "stop the presses!" I happen to have lived a chapter in my life where that was a common command.
To blog or not to blog, that is now the question. I had a journal that I wrote in prior to starting this blog nonsense. This is no idle threat. If I do not start seeing some participation from the rest of you, I will go back to paper and pen. It, at least, has some feeling of permanance.

Yesterday, while playing with her new pink soccer ball, Keelin bent down and pulled an onion green out of the front yard (wonder who she got that from) and asked me to smell. Of course I obliged at which time she said, " that smells sooo good, that's why you put it in spambetti." Why didn't I already know that?

To Zippadee, happy birthday! Sorry, but I am wearing shorts and a golf shirt and it's 84 degrees today!

To Robby, I really am sorry for corralling you into coming on stage this morning. I realize how selfish it was of me. I won't do it again.

Leslie, you have always had such interesting entries. I miss hearing what's going on with you. Please write.

That's all folks!