Blue Moon

EGGS-ACTLY RIGHT!

Thank God IT'S FRIDAY! Or thank God if it is Monday, or Tuesday, or any other day of the week. We have a lot to be thankful for and every day should be filled with gratitude to live yet another day. And thankful to live in the USA . With all her problems, she is still the best nation on earth, in my opinion. Guess what, I ate an egg this morning! I probably do not eat a half-dozen a year scrambled or fried. I bake with them and I like deviled eggs but I really could live without them entirely. But this morning I made myself a loaded omelet. Bacon bits, diced peppers, and cheese. then I had to have catsup. This egg was a medium size but when I broke it, it had two yolks. That rarely happens, and I really do not like to think about it, but anyway.........I am reminded of an old Archie Bunker show where he was gagging and carrying on because Edith said she liked hog jowl and he said, "I can't believe you'd eat something from a hog's mouth." To which Edith calmly replied, "Well, Archie, you eat eggs, don't you? Nuff sed. I am making a meat loaf for supper and the aroma is reachin in here. I don't make one often as there's only the two of us. I like it cold for sandwiches later. Not on my son's favorite list, though he likes spaghetti, lasagna and burgers. I tell him it is all the same ingredients but he insists that it isn't. (I also tell him that Mexican is all the same, just different names prepared a little differently. My meatloaf is pretty good. I have eaten others that I like better than mine. I use oatmeal for a binder and to slip in something good for us, and NO! I do not use an egg in it , do you?

WIPE-OUT!

That's an old surfing term, wipe-out that is, from back in my younger days. Oh, well, in my imagination, at least. Fact is, I wrote a rather long post on January 5, and totally erased it, and I do not know what I did. Guess I'll test the tides by publishing this before I go any farther. I was quite annoyed and I pouted a few days before trying again. I wish I wasn't such a novice at the computer. Heck, you should have seen the ancient Remington that I learned to type on, then you'd say, "You've come a long way, baby!" In case I lose this and it floats forever out there in cyberspace, I have only one thing to say, and that is: Life's a beach, isn't it? Life's a beach,