Today is May 21st--a stellar day...if you're a stellar

This is a first attempt at blogging. My children (now adults) tell me it's completely easy to set up and that I won't have any problems navigating my way through the "choose this" and "choose that" portion of developing my own personal blog. But then these are the same children who told me that I would lllooooooovvvvvvveeee the flume ride at an amusement park which caused me to open my mouth so wide, that I was able to swallow three small children and a Maltese on a leash! Yep. It was a really fun ride. (And my oldest son captured the gaping maw on his digital and proudly displays it at every family function.) Although I felt a bit full after the third child and the Maltese, I still had room for cotton candy. But did I learn my lesson? Nope. These same children, who claim to love me and send me nice cards and goofy poems on Mother's Day, also told me I would love the water splash ride made especially for "easy gliding". Well, it wasn't easy and I wasn't glidin'. I shot down that wiggly pipe like a greased pig at a bacon festival!! I didn't know, until I hit the bottom pool (and who made them so shallow that an old, chubby lady who is out of breath, can't find her footing for several minutes?) how much water I could swallow in one gulp. Let's just say I won the "Who Can Do The Best Imitation of Niagara Falls" contest. At least, so far, on this May 21st day, I haven't swallowed anything larger than a gnat (don't mow the lawn at dusk--just a thought for the vegans in the audience) and I've had some water, but it was totally voluntary and all came from a drinking glass... So now I have fulfilled my life long dream--blogging without any goal or theme or sense of where I'm going or where I've been and I feel so much better for having done that. Well, actually my life long dream is to find a wad of cash somewhere that is totally not identifiable or traceable or reported lost or stolen and to spend the rest of my life explaining to people who read blogs why certain sayings are inaoppropriate--like saying "I sweat like a pig," when a pig doesn't sweat at all--or discussing the physical and mental anomalies of our world--like how we can elect individuals to office who morph overnight (right after the votes are counted) and turn into Play-Doh-for-brains political figures. At least with Play Doh, you can put the smushy stuff back into a can and close the lid tightly. Well, that's enough for a Monday. I have to go move the sprinklers in my yard...