Last night I had three dreams:

1. I'm running away from Hitler.

2. I'm avoiding Donald Trump.

3. I'm killing time at work before I go home.

This whole thing of avoiding conflict is odd indeed,

and not like me at all.

Strange dreams indeed.

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He always considered himself to be an intelligent guy.

Those who knew him could contradict his thoughts, however.

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I am on Facebook.

The reason is to stay in contact with family and friends I've known most of my life.

A couple of things irk me about FB.

The worst is people using FB to either further their business interests, kind of self promotion.

This includes politics.

Another one that bugs me is people using FB like it's their Twitter account.

I don't need one line updates on what your watching on t.v. or where you're eating lunch/dinner.

No system is perfect, which is why the scroll is, for me, an effective tool to bypass things that irritate me.

One can navigate on screen as one navigates through life.

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I have spent time in Florida.

I don't care for the heat and the humidity.

Unless you live in the far northern part of the state you will not see snow.

I don't particularly care for snow, but Thanksgiving and Christmas wouldn't be the same for me without it.

I have several friends who have moved there over the years and have some family that have lived there their whole lives.

One of the main reasons I won't move there is for what's happening there right now.

My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone affected by this latest hurricane.

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Is it homemade Stroganoff if I use Hamburger Helper?

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Absolutely NOTHING like the book:


I'm happy I didn't waste my time or money on this stinker when it came out.

Not everyone has the same tastes in food.

I like liver & onions.

I like raw oysters.

I don't like mushrooms.

I abhor peas.

For those of you who might say these dislikes are all in my head...

I once ate a whole order of deep fried mushrooms to prove I just don't like the taste. They don't make me sick.

I can remember being 4 years old and eating only the carrots out of the peas and carrots off my plate (to the amusement of my dad).

At age 25, a night before I got paid, all I had left to eat at home was 1 large can of peas. I don't know how they got there on my shelf - I certainly didn't buy them.

I literally had no money until payday and enough gas to get me to work and then the bank.

So I heated up the peas in a pan, liberally covered them with butter, added salt and ate them as fast as I could.

I haven't eaten peas since.

I will try just about any kind of food once.

I might never eat that selection ever again.

I'm not too proud to eat anything and would, like the peas, eat them if I were desperate enough.

I just know what I prefer not to eat.

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Gotta find me one!

I heard this on t.v. last night:

Put the word anal in front of any Ford model.

Example:

Anal Explorer.

Oh, the humorous possibilities.

In my younger, hornier days:


If I felt that way once,

I must have felt that way a thousand times.

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