Warning: This will make absolutely no sense and isn't meant too. I just like to ramble and usually this is the kind of thing that rambles about most in my little brain. So, sit back and enjoy and welcome to my . . . 

 I feel a little Bailey's slowing making its way into my coffee this morning, which may or may not improve my day.  I'll let ya all know tomorrow.  Never been a morning person and don't intend to ever be.  Now, that's not to say that I'm not glad to have survived the night and getting blessed with another chance to see what damage I can do today, but still, mornings are for sadistic people.  I hate crawling out of my nice warm and comfy bed to be blinded by the sun.  Cheery, happy morning people ( and ya all know who you are) just get on my nerves.  I mean seriously, there has to be something so seriously wrong with you people.

Unfortunately, I'm not much of a night owl (hoo, hoo, or ho, ho's, ya know, I really like those little chocolate ho ho cakes, anything with chocolate and a cream filling can, well, ya know, and then there's chocolate sauce and whip cream for  . . .well, use your imagination)  so sorry, I drifted there for a moment.  It doesn't take much for one thought to totally get side swiped by another and then there I am, going down the road less traveled again.

Speaking of the road less traveled, if it's so less traveled, how come everyone knows about it.  Makes you wonder doesn't it.  I wonder a lot, about a lot of things, oh I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder, who, who wrote the  . . . .damn, can't remember who wrote what.

Do I suffer from ADHD?  You know, that short attention span thing . . oh, happy days, it's time for a refill of Bailey's!!

I must confess I'm a t-shirt junkie. I cannot pass by a souviener shop/tourist trap that I don't have to go in and buy a t-shirt or sweatshirt with some cute, funny or stupid little saying on it. I can't help myself, it's an addiction. Is there a TJA meeting (t-shirt junkies annonamous) out there some where?

(Me) - Hello, My name is . . .uh . .  Can I get a fried apple pie with that and a large Coke?

(there's that damn attention deficit thing again)

(Group) - Hello, (insert name here)

(Me) - Hello, My name is insert name here

and I'm a t-shirt junkie

Some of my favorite t-shirts have been the following:

My Margaritaville T - If we weren't all crazy, we'ld all go insane

My I Don't Do Mornings T - yes, I actually had the one with the duck

and my t's from Sturgis

I love wearing my Sturgis shirts for they get all kinds of comments and are a good conversation starter. And of course when people ask what I ride, I always say the Big H. Now unfortunately, that stands for my Honda, not a Harley. But since most people just assume that it's means a Harley, and don't ask for specific details, I ususally get away with it. Yea, I can really picture me on a Hog, can't you. I mean the motorized kind, you fool, not the four legged kind.

Over the years since this addiction first afflicted my senses and cash flow, I've bought hundreds of shirts and still going strong. I'm thinking, surely there must be a t-shirt for hubbers!

There's someone knocking, knocking at the door.   Knocking at my chamber (front) door.  No it's not The Raven you idiot, it's the dish network guy. Come to install a satellite, oh yea, so that we can receive our tv signal from the stars.  So, I hate to leave you good people right now ( for I am on a great role) but alas, dear sweet fans, I really must go.  Go and get another cup of Joe.  Why do they call a cup of coffee a cup of Joe?  Have you ever thought about it?  Was the first coffee bean grower named Joe?  I think I'll go have some Joe and Ho Ho's!