Twinkies

Given my history, you might actually think this post has nothing to do with Twinkies, but ah ha! I got you, IT IS about the all-American, sweet cream filled, moist golden, could sit in the west desert for a year and not go bad because it's so filled with scary preservatives that I can't even pronounce them, snack. Twinkies in itself is such a funny word that there was nothing else to call this particular post. I have a joke with a good friend of mine who is sadly moving away to California...about yes, Twinkies. And of course there is nothing better to send a friend away with than good memories. So I as I stood dutifully in the store to buy Twinkies it occurred to me that I had no idea where to look for them. It was then that I realized, I've never bought a box of Twinkies in my life. Really, never? Really, never. I bought 3. Two for a Twinkie dessert which I have lovingly named Redneck Delight (just add fried chicken, instant mashed potatoes and gravy from a jar) and one for my friend to take on the road. I think that I have fulfilled my quota for Twinkie purchases for the rest of my life.

Semi-annual Review

Well look at that, it's July, five months since my last post, I don't have a job after all, and there is still dog hair in the corners of the house, I border consistently on not enough sleep (thank heavens for Xyng). But all is not lost, I'm glad to see that I haven't disappointed my last resolution of breaking my resolutions. So in review, it's been a start to another successful year!