A few years back, my Dermatologist recommended a certain brand of soap.  It was just plain soap.  No scents, no creams, just plain, cheap, rectangular soap.  Good stuff.  Worked well.

Well, I guess there wasn’t enough demand for that particular brand of soap so our local Meijer (regional grocery store) quit carrying it.  Rats!

I found the soap at another grocery chain in Grand Rapids, so, I would stock up on it when ever I got the chance.  But, after awhile, I got tired of making soap runs.   So, I decided it was time to change brands.

While I was not familiar with the different brands of soap, I knew what I did not want.  I did not was silky smooth skin and I didn’t want to smell like spring time in Ireland.

So, I grabbed my first three pack of soap to give it a try.  The brand seemed basic and cheap.  But when I got it home and opened it up, the bar was not rectangular in shape.  It was, well, curvy.  It short, there was not a flat spot on the whole bar.

Now, I guess the idea is that this type of bar contours to your body.  And, I guess that it does.  My problem is that I can’t seem to hold on to it.  Those curves just make it difficult to grasp.  So, after the first batch of bars, I decided to try a different brand.

Going through the soap isle once again, I discovered that most of the bars of soap are all shaped the same as the brand that I had just tried.  The only exception seemed to be the Lava.  But, I didn’t think that I wanted to bath with that.  So, I picked up every bar of soap and felt it through the rapper to see if it was curvy or flat.

And even though I did get some strange looks from other shoppers, I finally found a package of soap bars that were rectangular and cheap.  I guess you  pay extra for those curves.

Well, anyway, I will give it a try as soon as I am finished with the last curvy bar of soap.

The other day at work, one of the single women told me that I smelled good, real good.  I hope that she was talking about my aftershave.

The other day, I decided to have some breaded fish fillets for supper.  So, I got out my non-stick cooking spray, sprayed up a cookie sheet and pop the fillets in the oven.  When they were finished baking, I took them out and slid them on to my plate.  Great!  No stick!

Ah, but when I went to clean up the cookie sheet, I discovered that it was covered in glue like substance.  And, that glue like substance had baked onto the cookie sheet.

Now, I realized that the goo was probably from the cooking spray.  So, I figured that it would wash off in the dish washer.  So, I put it in.

Ah, but the next day when I emptied the dishwasher, the cookie sheet still had its’ goo.  Rats!  Well, I could see that it was time to get out the scrounge.

Now, the scrounge is next to the last resort.  The last resort being steel wool.  So,  I was pleased to see that the scrounge was making a dent in the goo.

A little soap, a little hot water and a whole lot of scrubbing and the cookie sheet was clean.  Yes!

But, some how, the thought of spending 20 minutes cleaning off the goo doesn’t really appeal to me.  And while the  spray may be quick and easy, I decided to get an olive oil mister instead.  Maybe I can use my left over cooking spray for putting down linoleum.

The other day when I was at the sheriffs office getting fingerprinted for a pistol license, the woman behind the counter asked for my drivers license.  Since this is a standard form of identification, I handed it over to her.

She then looked at the license and asked me how much I weighed.  Thinking that this was some sort of a check as to the legitimacy of the license, I told her.  She smiled and thanked me.  Then she proceeded to process the information.

Since I have lost over 20 pounds since November, I concluded that the weight on my license might be wrong.  So, I decided to check it.  But, to my surprise, there was no weight listed.

This made me wonder.  Why did she ask for my weight?  Was she just curious?  Was she practicing estimating the weight of people?  Maybe she works at Cedar Point in the summer time at one of those weight guessing concession stands and just wants to stay current.  Who knows?

The other morning, when I had breakfast an MickyDs, I was amazed at the number of school kids that ordered milkshakes for breakfast.  I have to wonder what they are going to look like when they get out of high school?

There is a new “app” for an “I what ever” that helps you with confession.  When you commit a sin, you go through the check list and mark it.  Then, when you get to confession, you can review the list and confess your sins according to the list.

Some how this is starting to sound like a Woody Allen movie.

The news has been showing a story about a poor young woman who discovered that her fiancee of 10 years is really gay.

I am sorry but didn’t she think that something might be wrong with a 10 year engagement?  I mean if you really want to marry someone, you don’t wait for 10 years.  What was the excuse for not getting married?

I guess she wasn’t pushing the marriage thing.  Or more to the point, I guess she was comfortable with the 10 year engagement.

Well, as I have always said, engagements require a whole lot less commitment than a marriage.

Now that I am alone in the house, both of my cats sleep with me in my bedroom.  Now, I don’t mind that they sleep with me because at least they keep me company.  Unfortunately, they both snore.

Granted, they don’t snore very loudly but they do snore none the less.  Sometimes they take turns snoring while at other times they snore in unison.

I guess I don’t really mind that they snore.  It is better than listening to the silence of an empty house.

With road salt selling for $60 a ton, the state of New Jersey has discovered that they can buy used pickle brine for only $6 a ton.  Since the winters in New Jersey are relatively mild, the state can get by with pickle brine.

Now, while I understand that salt and pickle brine are both effective, I would think that the pickle brine would have more of an odor to it.  It is one thing to get your car coated in salt, it is quite another to have dill, garlic and vinegar to go with it.

After driving down the brine coated roads, I wonder if I would get a craving for pastrami and rye?

Well, yesterday was a blizzard with 16″ of snow.  Today, it is sub zero temperatures.  When you live in Michigan, you never know what you are going to get from one day to the next.

Right now, I am toying with the idea of only heating the upstairs during the week.  I am only downstairs for a couple of hours during the evening, so I might try using just a space heater to keep me warm while I eat.

I have considered doing this in the past but my wife wouldn’t hear of it.  But, I guess now I don’t have that opposition.

Of course, I suppose the kitties will never leave the upstairs if I only heat that area.  Oh well,