I was recently in a house that had “dead bolt” lock on the bedroom doors.  I had to wonder if the dead bolts were to keep people out or to keep people in?  But, upon closer examination, I determined that the occupants could open the doors from the inside.  So, the dead bolts only deterred people from entering bedrooms and not exiting the bedrooms.

That was a relief!  I wasn’t sure what had taken place there.

But, more to the point, the doors were the standard residential  hollow core doors which meant that they would deter an intruder by about 2 seconds.  Certainly not enough time to pick up the phone and dial 911.

What ever.

Well, another woman has come forward and accused Herman Cain of sexual harassment.  I have lost track of how many this is now.  They are starting to multiply like the girl friends of Tiger Woods.

Of course, I have to wonder just how many of these women have real claims and how many are just out for fame.  But, we will just have to see what happens.

Don’t you just love elections?

The today, when I was shopping at Meijer,  (regional grocery chain), I decided to purchase a box of wine.  As I was checking out, the cashier, who was  my age, asked me when I was born.

I was startled by her question so I asked her to repeat it.  And she did.  That is when I realized that I was being “carded”.  I started laughing.  That is when she repeated it a third time.  Realizing that she was serious, I told her my birth date.

Now, I know that Meijer has a policy to check anyone who looks younger than 40.  But, I was surprised to fall into that category.

Yes!!  I can’t wait to tell the women at work.  Yes!!

With four cats in the house, they are constantly either going in or going out.  So, it is hard to keep track of where they are.  And, when I see a kitty at the dining room slider wanting to get in, I just release the door latch and slide it open so that the kitty can come in.

Well, the other day, I saw what appeared to be a kitty waiting to get in.  So, I started to open the door.  That is when I realized that the kitty at the door was really a small raccoon.

While I love animals, I just didn’t want a raccoon in my house.  I have enough troubles with the cats at 3 AM.

Today is the anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.  36 years ago, the giant ore freighter went down during a storm on Lake Superior.  29 crewmen died.  There were no survivors.

In Michigan, we remember this event as the greatest maritime tragedy of the Great Lakes.  But, the rest of the world doesn’t even remember that it happened.

Tonight, we will ring the bells 29 times.

Well, the Duggars are expecting again.  This will be number 20 for them.  These people need to buy a TV.

I recently attended a training class at one of the State of Michigan conference center.  The facility was nice but it was just a little off the beaten path.

I didn’t realize just how secluded the place was until I was leaving one night and noticed at sign which read “If you are the last person leaving the facility, please close and lock the gate.

I wonder if they lock the gate to keep people out or to keep something in?

The other day when I was at Meijer (regional grocery chain), I noticed that they had barbequed ribs in the hot food case.

Now, the thought of hot barbequed ribs intrigued me.  After all, they could be a dandy Sunday evening meal.  So, when Sunday arrived, I headed to Meijer to grab  some ribs.

Of course, when I got to the hot food case, the ribs were all gone.  So, I asked the counter clerk about the ribs.  The clerk told me that they could whip up a batch in about thirty minutes.  Or, I could just buy the ribs cold and warm them myself.  Well, since the ribs were precooked before Meijer rewarmed them and put them up for sale, I figured that I could do the same.  So, I bought the cold ribs and took them home.

At home, I opened the package, sliced off five ribs from the rack and popped them into the microwave.  A couple of minutes later, they were ready to eat.

I picked up the first rib and took a bite.  The sauce was sweet and tomatoie.  OK.   The meat was tender.  OK.  The taste of pork was, well, missing.  In fact, the only thing that I could taste was the sauce.  BAH!!

Needless to say, I was disappointed.    I won’t buy them again.

The other day, I decided to live life on the edge.  So, I went to Popeye chicken instead of KFC.

Now, I have always been curious about Popeye chicken every since I found out that they offer a spicy version.  However, I was reluctant to try it because I might not like it.  But, this week, I decided to put my concerns behind me and give it a shot.

When I got to the drive through, I ordered my usual fair; a breast, a wing, coleslaw and a large soft drink.  But, I was distressed when clerk announced the price.  It was 30% more expensive than KFC.  Ouch!  But, the proof of the value is in the eating, so I headed back to my office with my meal.

When I took the box out of the bag, I noticed that it seemed smaller than the KFC box.  But since I had not measured the size of the KFC box, I couldn’t tell for sure.

Upon opening the box, my disappointment was confirmed.  Instead of a nice big breast and wing, I found a, well, small breast and wing.   In fact, this Louisiana chicken looked like it might have been a Katrina survivor.

But, the chicken was tasty and had a nice kick to  it.  I quickly consumed it, partly because it was tasty and partly because there was not much there.

The coleslaw was creamy and tasty but no match for the KFC slaw.  The biscuit was sweet but there was no butter or honey.  They did throw in three packets of hot sauce though I don’t know why.

All and all, Popeye chicken was good but with the small serving size and the higher price, it was not what I would call a value meal.  Well, at least now I know.

After a big, high profile wedding,  she is calling it quits.  It doesn’t seem like she even gave it a chance of working.  In fact, she spent more time planning the wedding than actually being married.

I guess she likes weddings but not marriages.