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Saturday was a beautiful day here in the great Heart of Texas. I was able to get the new truck tail light installed on the truck. Allen Samuels Chevrolet never called to let me know if the light arrived. I drove over yesterday morning just to check. They told me it was one and since they never called they would get it in right away. Super. It looks great. Afterwards, I went to Genie Car Wash and had the truck washed. It needed it.

I bought some echinacea for the garden yesterday. This afternoon I got out and planted them. I also started rearranging some of the plants in the garden. I plan on getting some aliums and planting near the echinacea. I still need to trim and cut back several of the plants in the garden in order to get it ready for spring.

I will post pictures as I get closer to completion.

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I Love Chris!

I love Chris! Chris is sort of like me. She has her opinions and it's often hard to change them. We went out to eat some time back at George's. Chris ordered Chicken Fried Steak. Shortly after we got our meal she said there was a problem. She said, "It taste's like meat." I told her it was supposed to; it's Chicken Fried Steak.

Yesterday we went to HEB to get some groceries. She asked me if she could get some more syrup. "Sure!" Chris said the syrup I bought last time was too sweet. I told her, "It's syrup. It's supposed to be sweet."

She also said she didn't like Pork Rinds when they taste like, well, pork rinds. She likes it when they have flavor. We bought a bag of rice cakes that were Cheddar Cheese flavor. She thought they were good. THEN, she saw that sour cream was an ingredient. She doesn't like them now. She does like Beef Stroganoff. Sour cream is an ingredient in it. Go figure!

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B-Day, Here We Come

Chris and I went shopping last night for Jace's birthday. The big day is Thursday, February 7. He will be 6.

We were at Wal-Mart. My goodness what toys they have. Jace likes cars and dinosaurs and dragons and most anything else. He doesn't like dolls though. But he does like GI Joe. GI Joe is not a doll; it is an action figure.

We looked at dragons and decided on one from Fisher-Price. It was an Imaginext Adventures Dragon. Then we saw a different toy in the Imaginext Dinosaur line called Mega T-Rex. The moment I saw I thought, "Cool!" This thing is really neat. There is a button on the tail that makes the dinosaur move and roar. It reminds me of a small animatronic figure from a tiny Disney World. Had to get it. Got it. Put the dragon back. It wasn't as cool as the dinosaur. Now the dinosaur resides in our closet until the big day. There are a few other things in the closet for him too. Those are surprises. His Mom has told him that he's going to just get clothes for his B-Day since he got so many toys at Christmas. I thought about getting him some underwear and telling him they were character building. I wimped out and went with the dinosaur. Chris was glad. Jace will be more ecstatic.

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Where The Rubber Meets the Road

I normally don't get into this whole "save the planet" thing, but there's something that's been bothering me for quite a while now. If I throw trash out of my truck window, I can see it fly away in the rear view mirror. When I drive into a parking spot, I can tell when a previous occupant cleaned out their ash tray. Their butts are all over the place. I can even tell when the folks that live around our back field have cleaned out their house or their yard. They seem to delight in throwing their trash over the fence and into our field. That's OK. I periodically drive the truck back there and throw it back. SURPRISE!!!

NO, that last one is not the thing that bothers me. What's been bothering me is wondering where in the world all the rubber from tires goes to. I mean think about it. As you drive along the road those tires on your car or truck wear down. That rubber has got to go somewhere. Think of the hundreds of thousands of vehicles on the road. Think of all the tires on those vehicles. And think of how long those rubber tires have been rolling on the roads. Now here it is. Where is all that rubber that has worn off the tires? I mean, shouldn't there be mountains of the stuff along the roads and highways? I throw paper out. I see it. I wear through nearly an inch of four truck tires and I don't see a thing.

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Sugar-Free Post, Not A Low Calorie Post

Now I don't know how many of you like sugar-free candy; but I'm diabetic so I go sugar-free. Some of the sugar-free candy is, well, forgettable. It either has a nasty after taste. YEECH!! Or, it has absolutely no flavor. Being a Texas boy I was raised on such things as Atkinson's Peanut Butter Bars and Chick-O-Stick. Imagine my excitement when I found that they now make both in sugar-free versions. The best part is their taste and texture seem to be the same as the regular sugar versions.

I've often heard the health benefits of dark chocolate. I've found that Russell Stover makes a sugar-free dark chocolate. It is their Private Reserve line; 60% Dark Chocolate candy. Good stuff!

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How Much Is That Worth?

Chris and I were watching Antiques Roadshow on KNCT last night. There's one thing that really bugs me about the show. The appraiser will discuss the item and its history with the owner. Then the appraiser will ask, "Do you have any idea how much it is worth?"

Well, Hello!!! Of course they don't know. Do they really think these people dragged all this stuff in just for their health. I'm still waiting for someone to say, ""Sure I do! I just want to see if you do."


I'd like to know where these people are finding all this stuff. I go out in the garage and all I see is junk. I haven't found that one item bought at the garage sale for $3.00 and is really worth $2,500. Last night there was a woman that brought in at least 5 Whistler prints (Yeah, that Whistler.) that her dad bought in the 60's and 70's for a couple of hundred dollars a piece. He passed away and she inherited them. Now they're worth nearly $200,000. A couple of people brought in Tiffany lamps. Yeah! They're worth a lot too.


In 1976 my father took some $2 bills and some checks and had then stamped and postmarked July 4, 1976 for the American Bicentennial. This was a big deal since July 4, 1976 was on a Sunday and the post offices were closed. They stayed open just to do this. My father said they would be a collectible since this only happens once. I inherited these items from my father.


I checked the other day. The $2 bills are now worth.......











Yeah! $2. I can't even cash the checks. the accounts are closed now. Oh well. I don't need any of that any way. I have a five gallon container of gas. I know it will go up in value. Maybe even next week.


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