I scanned a coupla things

Have you heard of the "collector's edition" Reese's peanut butter cups? *squeal* It's Elvis peanut butter and banana creme. We found one at a rest stop on I-90, driving from Chicago to Cleveland. Here's the wrapper. Sorry guys, I already ate it. How long should I save the "collector's edition" wrapper?

OK, I do not like these retro clothes from the 60's. Here's a Penney's ad. The dresses are too loud and make you look 10 pounds heavier in a photo. Blech. Anyone who buys them will no doubt toss them in a year or two. What do you think?

• Sometimes I sit way back in my chair and put my feet up on the desk here at the computer. Mr. Puffy brings me a little glass of wine at night, before bed. Twice last week, I knocked over the wine with my feet. This week Mr. Puffy has been bringing the wine upstairs and putting it on my nightstand.
• I found a chocolate chip in my keyboard. It was yummy. I wonder how long it had been there.
• One more Chicago story: I was in the public bathroom at Millenium Park. A woman entered the stall next to me and dropped her sunglasses. They slid over to my side of the wall. I shoved them back into her stall and she thanked me. *lightbulb moment* I started laughing. I left my stall first and washed my hands. I waited for her to leave her stall and I asked if she thought of Sen. Craig and the bathroom in Minneapolis, like I did. We both cracked up.
• Some of you may have done something similar to this before. Here's a little test to determine your "real age" and your life expectancy. My real age is 16 years younger than my biological age. *yay me* My life expectancy is 93.6. And you?



http://www.poodwaddle.com/realage.swf

Lovin' Fro and Rock 'n Roll

*Squeal* Two great events in one week! We flew to Chicago and met the lovely Frodis and her adorable wide-eyed BabyFro. Look at those cheeks; don't you just want to pinch them? Fro's cheeks, not the baby's. *wink*

We met at the Corner Bakery for an outdoor lunch in beautiful 75 degree Chicago weather. Normally "beautiful" and "Chicago weather" don't belong in the same sentence, but in this case, we lucked out. We had fun chatting about you and you and you.

*Drum roll....* Here we are in our T-shirts from the Great Blog T-Shirt Exchange of 2007. Coincidentally, I had mailed the shirts to Fro and Babyfro. Fro's said "Six Flags Magic Mountain" and the baby's said "Future Rollercoaster Rider." My shirt was from the lovely and hairy Zombs. It said "I'm on Island Time" and was from Long Island. Look! They're both pink!


Here's a couple of pictures. Can you guess whose shoes belong to who?

This is a night-time photo of "The Bean" at Millenium Park in Downtown Chicago.


Then we drove to Cleveland. We made a surprise stop at Notre Dame and walked around the campus for about an hour. Look, Zombs! I'm wearing the shirt you sent to me, at Notre Dame.




Then we reached Cleveland. The hotel was near 3 big sports venues: the stadiums and arena for baseball, basketball, and football. There were both local baseball and football games on Sunday, a very unusual occurrence. The hotel was mobbed with fans of both teams.

The hotel couldn't take us in the shuttle to the Rock 'n Roll hall of fame and museum because the streets were blocked off due to the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure walk. So we walked, too. What a feeling! I'd really like to be on the crew for one of these walks. We stayed at the museum all day long, until they closed. I simply loved it! Here are a few photos that I didn't post on OT. Luna, if you're reading this, go to OT to see a Dale Jr. guitar that was in front of the museum.





Here's Johnny Cash's touring bus. He sold it 2 months after June died and then he died 2 months after he sold it.






Here's a huge rubber stamp that says "FREE" on it. Mr. Puffy is standing in front of it so you can compare his size to how big the rubber stamp is.



I couldn't end without a couple of sunset photos:



When we got back to the hotel after a full day of walking and standing on our feet, we discovered that the housekeeper didn't bring any fresh towels, washcloths or more TOILET PAPER. Our crumbled-up wash cloths were still in the corners of the tub. It's not that I change towels every day at home, but we're paying for this hotel!

The shuttle driver suggested that we order pizza in, instead of driving us to the restaurant. We specifically asked for 3 forks, 3 knives, 3 plates, 3 napkins, packets of parmesan cheese, and a Greek salad with NO onions. Among those extras, we only got ONE fork. By the way, Puffygirl was with us.

Other than that, we had a great time! The hotel bar was full of sports fans. Free drinks from 5:30 to 7:30 pm didn't hurt business at all. I can't believe all the fans that fly in or drive from far away to see the games.

The only sad part was that I didn't get to see Jen in Cleveland. I didn't even contact her because I knew that we wouldn't have any time. We had to leave early Sunday morning to drive back to Chicago to catch a flight home. It was a 16 hour day, from leaving the hotel to arriving at our home. But it was well-worth it!

The End of Time

"At the tone, Pacific Daylight Time will be..... exactly"

Ahhhh, no more. Time's up on Sept 18. California and Nevada were the only holdouts to still offer the time when dialing a certain number. Here in Southern California, we dialed 853-1212 or any 4 digits after 853. In Northern California, they dialed 767-2676. or POPCORN.

Who used to call the time? Why did you call the time? Did you ever call the time even when you didn't need to know the time? Now we can check the time on our cell phone or computer.

Time marches on. The demise of the "time lady" marks the end of an era. Everybody knew the number. Phone companies have been providing the time to callers since the 1920's. In the early days, live operators read the time off of clocks on the wall.

There were two main "time ladies." In the 50's, Mary Moore was the nation's leading time-teller. Jane Barbe recorded many phone messages in the 60's, 70's, and 80's. She delivered the bad news, too, telling you that circuits in a specific area were busy, please try again later, or that your call cannot be completed as dialed.

And who will ever forget her heartbreaking rendition of "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service"?

Have you ever had a mole removed? I went to the dermatologist for him to check out a dry, flaky looking spot and he ended up removing 11 moles!

In other news, I'm going to Chicago on Wednesday. I've gotta see Fro's baby IRL to check out those beautiful eyes. Then we'll be taking a quick trip to the Rock 'n Roll Hall of fame and driving back to Chicago to fly home by Sunday.