My wife just started a new medication. One of the warnings on the label says to call your doctor right away if your skin turns blue.

Now for me, calling the doctor would be a given regardless of the warning label. I mean, if I woke up one morning and discovered that I looked like an extra for Avatar, I would assume that something is very very wrong.

But then again, I realize that not everyone is as intuitive as I am. I imagine that there are some people that would not think twice about the fact that they look like a Smurf. Of course, any one who would think that blue skin is normal probably would not read the warning label anyway.

Well, at least the drug manufacturer has covered themselves.

The signs of spring are everywhere. The snow has melted and we have raked our yard. And, we awaken to the songs of birds long since gone for the winter.

One neighbor has returned to sitting on their porch at night while another has started up their weekend campfires. The old retired guy has returned from the south and has set up his used golf equipment stand along side the highway.  And the motorcycle cops are back on the road spreading their springtime cheer.

All of these and many more are signs of spring. But the true sign of spring is the return of the Jehovah’s Witnesses. They must go south for the winter as we never hear from them during the winter.

When I was shopping at Meijer’s (regional grocery chain) the other day, someone hijacked my shopping cart. I was in the produce department shopping for spinach when an old woman grabbed my cart full of groceries and started to walk off.

I said, “Excuse me, but that is my cart.” She looked and said “Oh my, so it is. Where is my cart?” Seeing an unattended cart a few feet away I asked, “Is that your cart over there?” “Oh, why yes it is! Thank you so much” She grabbed the cart and went on her way.

About 30 seconds later I heard another woman exclaim “What happened to my cart?!!” Oops.  I decided that I needed to leave the produce section STAT.  Well, I tried.

Some students at a local community college recently set the Guinness record for the worlds largest meat ball. At close to 400 pounds, this baby would beat to old record by well over 170 pounds. After cooking it for about a day and a half, it was declared to be done. So, with the help of a forklift, it was removed from the oven and prepared for serving.

It was decided that the first 200 pounds would be donated to the local homeless shelter. So, the team began slicing off the out side of the ball. But, that is when disaster struck.

It seems that the Guinness folks require the meat to be cooked to a minimum of 160 degrees. Unfortunately, this one was not quite done in the center. So, the team salvaged what they could an weighted it. While it was quite a bit short of their 400 goal, it still set a new world record.

I guess if you can’t afford to go some place for spring break, then you make giant meatballs.

A man was recently killed while jogging on Hilton Head Beach. No, he wasn’t mugged, he was hit by an airplane. That’s right, an airplane.

It seems that an experimental plane lost power and the pilot had to make an emergency landing on the beach. With out an engine, the plane made no noise so the jogger never heard it coming. To add to the problem, the jogger was listening to his IPod so, he never stood a chance.

Getting hit by a plane while jogging on a beach….I guess his number was up.

Journal 07/13/00  A vision in prayer.

I proceeded on the trip again picking up where I left off. The throne went out the back as before and again I followed. Once again, I found myself in the grass plain.

I proceed across the plain to the mountains. And once again, I climbed up the mountains. Only, this time, I avoided the cave and opted to follow a path instead.

Coming through a pass, I came upon an ancient city with wall all around it and a gate. I looked through the gateway into the entrance of the city. There was a well made of stone in the center of the city. There were no people around and I didn’t enter the city.

Their is a movement to change the traditional “EXIT” sign to that of a little green person running out of a door. Apparently, the word “EXIT” is only understood by those fluent in English so those who aren’t are doomed in the event of a fire.

And while I can appreciate the need for a universal symbol for an exit, they could have picked a better color than green. After all, red catches people attention. Green, well, it is very neutral and down right boring. There is a reason that red is used for fire extinguisher and fire hydrants. Hello?

Besides, if I see a sign with a little green man walking though a little green door, I am thinking it is a recycling station.

The other day as I was walking out to the parking lot at Meijer’s (regional grocery chain), I noticed a young mother with three small boys getting out of their car. Given the amount of activity in the boys, I could tell that she had her hands full. On the back of her car was a bumper sticker that read “Children are a Gift from God.”

I am not sure if the bumper sticker was a proclamation or a reminder.

A watch manufacturer has come out with a new line of watches that are timeless. I not talking about the styling being timeless, I am talking about the watches being timeless. They literally do not tell time.

Instead of having hands and numbers on the dials, they are open so that you can see the escapements. I guess they are intended to be a piece of art and not a device for telling time.

So, when you look at your wrist, you won’t know what time it is but you will be impressed with its inner workings. I suspect it is pricey.

I had a couple of watches that didn’t tell time. I guess I should have kept them.

Cape May NJ has a mystery on its hands. It seems that someone is knitting on the trees at night. With a skein of yarn and a circular needle, the midnight knitter is adorning tree trunks and limbs with a colorful wardrobe.

And while the identity of the midnight knitter remains a secret, some of the locals are wondering why anyone would do such a thing. Local police are perplexed but admit that no real crime has been committed.

Well, at least they are using yarn and not spray paint.