I don't know about you, but I hate throwing food away. Not scrapping the plate into the trash when I can't possibly take another bite, I mean taking out a bottle of salad dressing, or leftovers, or box of baking soda and not having any idea if it's still good. More often than not I throw it away, because here's a fun fact about me-I have essentially no sense of smell. While you may simply sniff the dressing, I just stare at it. Here is a new question I've been pondering lately-if tomatoes are in an unrefrigerated bin at the store, why do I put them in the fridge when I get home? My mom puts every vegetable but potatoes in the fridge, as well as the peanut butter, but that's a different blog post. As the fourth child, my mom didn't explain a lot of kitchen mysteries to me, when I was underfoot in the kitchen she just told me to go read a book instead. That explains a lot of things. So here I am, a late blooming kitchenista, wanting to unlock the hidde...
Today I helped someone set up their first blog. We went through every field, looked at all the gadgets, and along the way, I gave her the basic instructions for each function. When I could remember, that is. On the gadget for links, and she asked me to make a link to this blog. When I did, the link has shows not only the title of the blog but the title of the last post, and the date of that post. No wonder I couldn't remember how to use anything! Six months has gone by since I last visited my own blog. I didn't want anyone visiting her blog to see how inactive my blog was, so I decided I better write something. Not that I care what anyone thinks. Well, maybe a little. ;) The morning sort of refreshed my creative juices for the whole blogging thing. If I was to come up with some spiritual application for this post, it would be this: it's a good thing to go back to the basics, look at the framework of what you know and believe, evaluate...
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100!...10!! (said in a mock ghetto rapper voice)
p.p.s. not sung in a teletubby voice