The angry mattress pad

  Tuesday my wife and I decided that maybe I'd use the heated mattress pad I have instead of blankets.  Good idea!  I have had a heated pad for a number of years, and used it with good results.
  Tuesday night I went to bed, it was warm enough not to need anything but the sheet and spread.  Later on in the night it cooled down quite a bit and I turned the mattress pad on.  I used the very lowest selection there is for heat; barely warm.
  I have been having joint pain for quite a while, in fact when I went to bed my left hip and right knee were in tender condition.
  The pad warmed up a bit and I went to sleep.  Soon every pain I had was worse, maybe five times worse; I turned to heat off.  Going back to sleep I dreamed that the "brand" of pad I had was Manservant.  Like in the Ten Commandments, manservant, do not 'want your neighbors wife, nor.......manservant'.  See what I mean?
  Earlier in the day I had listened to a discussion on the radio of the new book "Slavery, a Blessing in Disguise" written by a State Legislator in Arkansas.  Slavery was never a blessing in my book, it was de-humanizing for all involved.  This country fought a war based, in part, on slavery or slave ownership.
  In my dream I went to Congress, the Maine Legislature and anyone else who might hear my message of how horrible slavery was; and all the while the pain from the "angry mattress pad" grew worse.
  I said the heck with it and got up!  What else would I do?  Later, during the day on Wednesday, while taking my pills at 2:00PM, guess what I discovered?  Yes, it was the pills I should have taken a bed time the night before, some of which help me sleep!
  Maybe there's a lesson there.

I must say....

...I'm pleasantly surprised,
when I saw the score, couldn't believe my eyes!
The Celtics win again without King Jameses fight,
we're in for a wild ride on Thursday night!

And then Dice K pitches, a near shutout game,
have I woken up, do you know my name?
This is too much good news, I'm going back to bed,
although I got up late - I've completely lost my head!

Okay, I'll calm down, but this is good news,
wait until they play again, what have I got to lose?
It's not every day, when I see score like this,
I've gone off the edge, in a state of bliss.

Maybe it's because I slept in so late,
twelve-twenty was the time, when I shot out of the gate,
now, of course, I think I'm doing everything too slow,
and - before I know it - it will we time to go.

So, before I leave this most awesome phase,
maybe I should visit that site, push buttons, stop the blaze;
it doesn't matter with which you start, pick a color please,
and, you know, it's not too tough, in fact it's a breeze.

Today I'll go to the meeting, as a way of giving thanks,
and I won't spend any time, fretting about failed banks,
nor will I blame the government for my past mistakes,
I'm charged and ready, I've got what it take!

Enjoy :}

Oh, what tangled webs......

First things first, the Hollie Day went very well, we had a good time (spending money), she got her Camden T-shirt and a few other things and "only" spent about $15 on projects.

Next: The Sox finally were able to get ahead and finish with a win - ahhhh, feels better.

And now the tangled web part:
My dad was a twin, sets of twins in Maine sometimes cause quite a stir, I'll illustrate.
Bigelow Bob was/is friends with the Coop twins, and sometimes neighbors might say 'they can't be twins they look alike' and the reply could be 'of course their twins, brothers too'. Do you see the things we go through here in Maine?
Anyway, the Coop twins, Alexander Graham Coop and Robert Louis Coop (that's their names; are you keeping up?), became wealthy by being no-bid contractors, allegedly in Iraq, with the former administration in Washington. The "project" they were working on was a gasoline engine powered garden hose. This was to be in the desert after all. Of course the twins had no real idea how it would work, when somebody told them just to hook it up to a faucet. They spent the rest of their time (doing what?) looking for a GASOLINE POWERED FAUCET. Real genius at work here, besides they were paid millions, after which they took to liquor. Bobby (that would be Robert Louis) drank more than his brother (who is also his twin) and began to wish they'd invented that damn hose after all. He got so badly confused that he changed his legal last name to Co-op, and sold shares of his body to his neighbors. The neighbors being convinced that they would become rich when he donated his body to science. Okay?

Live and Let Live, and feed the critters.