When I was at the store the other day, I decided to buy some Oreos.  I thought that this would be rather simple but I was wrong.

There were over a dozen kinds of Oreos.  There were fudge, and peanut butter and mint and golden and variations on the variations.  There were so many that I had a hard time finding the “original” Oreas.

Well, fortunately, I found what I wanted, an Oreo, like I grew up with.  Yes!!!

Gadafi, Kahdafy…. Ok.  The man has been in the news for over 40 years, so why can’t we agree on how to spell and pronounce his name?

Well, between the school teachers, the retired folks and those opposed to or for the new bridge to Canada, there were over 4,500 demonstrators in downtown Lansing today.

Nice, the local restaurants are making a killing.

Well, the hot topic in Michigan right now is the bridge to Canada.  Presently, there is a bridge that connects Detroit and Windsor.  The owner of that bridge wants to expand it.  But, some people in Canada and Michigan want to see a second bridge built.

So, someone has started a campaign ad asking the citizens of Michigan to call in and vote for or against the new bridge.  Well, this is all fine and dandy except that the number that was given out is the number for the State switchboard.  And, the State switchboard operators were not given any information on how to handle these calls.

So, when the operators receive a call to vote, they tell the caller that their vote has been recorded.  They then thank the caller and hang up.

Of course, the vote hasn’t been recorded but at least the caller is satisfied and the operator has avoided an annoying confrontation.  Life is good.

Some of my co-workers are rather conscientious about brushing their teeth after every meal.  So, it is not uncommon to see them in the bathroom after lunch with their toothbrush and their toothpaste.

However, the other day, I was startled to see some one in the bathroom remove his dentures and brush them in the sink.  And, they were using hand sanitizer from the dispenser as a cleanser.

Well, you see all kinds at the State.

Several of the people that I work with have weekend homes.  These homes are usually on lakes or rivers.  And, during the year, they make weekend trips to their weekend houses.

Of course, most of these weekend trips involve weekly maintenance of their weekend home.  Lawns need to be mowed.  Windows need to be washed.  Weeds need to be pulled.  Floors need to be swept.  Etc.  So, these weekend homes become just another house to maintain, but on weekends.

I know people who go to these weekend homes and work all Friday afternoon and Saturday maintaining their property.  Then, they have a relaxing Sunday morning and afternoon before they go back home.

I guess if I had a cottage, it would need to be low maintenance.  No grass, no flowers, no shrubs just relaxation.

Well, last weekend I came down with the flu.  And, even though I had received a flu shot in the fall, I still got the flu.

It seems like every year I get a flu shot and every year I get the flu.  And, of course, every year, all of my co-workers also get the flu whether they got a flu shot or not.

For those of us who got the flu after the flu shot, we are told that the flu that we got is not the flu that we were protected against.  And, I can understand that.  Or, we are told that it would have been much worse  if we had not gotten the flu shot.  But either way, I got the shot and still got the flu.

Well, at least I don’t have to listen to those condescending remarks stating that I should have gotten a flu shot.

Today, I needed to buy a bagel from the cafeteria.  I haven’t purchased one in years but today, I was extra hungry.

Now, the cafeteria has one of those nifty slicers where you put in the bagel and push down on the cutter.  Well, when I pushed down on the cutter, my bagel disappeared.

Was this some sort of a magic device?  Where had my bagel disappeared to?  I checked behind my ear but no bagel.  I looked up my sleeve, but no bagel.  Finally, I pulled out the cutter and there was my bagel, or what was left of it, all rolled up in a ball at the bottom of the slicer.

Next time, I will use one of those cheap plastic knives on it.

The owner of the Ambassador Bridge, Morey Mouron, is promising to put new windows into the Detroit Train Station, which he also happens to own.

The Detroit Train Station was built in 1913 and had 11 different tracks.  With more that 200 trains departing from it daily, it was a major facility.  The station closed in 1988 when Amtrak ended service to the location. From then on, the building fell into disrepair.

Soon, windows in the 18 story structure were broken and the facility was totally vandalized.  It became an eye sore for the entire city.

But, when the city voted to demolish the structure, some preservationists stepped in and blocked the destruction.  The eye sore suddenly became the focus of a historic preservation effort.

Now, Mr. Mouron realized that the facility could not be sold as it is.  So, he decided to replace the windows in the station.  With new windows, it might actually be sold.

And if it isn’t sold, at least the vandals will have fresh windows to break.

I guess my blog site is really taking off.  In the past, I would get about 100  spams a day.  Now, it is 2-300 a day.

Well, at least it is a way to judge my popularity. 😉