Okay, I went to Stuff-Mart this morning and bought groceries for the week.  I have no real idea what I bought, I'm running a fever and all I wanted to do was get home. 
So, the stuff is put away and I'm thinking "Tomato soup would be good.  It's got vitamin C, it's warm, it's not bad."  What am I eating?  Potato chips and coffee.  Why?  Because when I put every thing in the pantry, there was no room for this one tail end of a bag of potato chips.  I can't let it go to waste, so it's my lunch.  What is it with moms?   If it's the last bit of something, we eat it.  No one else will touch it.  It's been there for weeks, but we eat it instead of throwing it out.
Does this mean we are going to eventually turn into our moms or grandmothers and put consistently smaller and smaller bowls of food back in the refrigerator because we can't let it go to waste?  Is it some bizarre genetic thing? And why don't our spouses or kids suffer from this?   I remember my grandmother having dozens of custard cup sized bowls with a half serving of mashed potatoes  or green beans shoved in her refrigerator.  I remember my mother cleaning them out whenever we visited.   
While we're on the topic, why do we eat the stuff no one else will eat?   Someone just had to  have super sugar rush chocco marshmallow cereal and it turned green in the milk and looked like vomit, so they won't eat it.   Who ends up breakfasting on it until it's gone?  Mom.  
Who eats the last of the lima beans, the piece of cheese that's tough as shoe leather, or pours all the last sips of juice into one vile looking glass and drinks it?   Mom.   Okay, Dad will cut off the mold from the swiss cheese and eat it.  I draw the line at penicillin.   Maybe there's hope?

 No. all my phobias are quite unremarkable and only make tiny dents in my life rather than large impacts.  My phobias wouldn't even merit a bumper sticker like "My phobia was Terror of the Month at the State Asylum".  I feel so inadequate.

 I'm sure it lowered Pluto's self-esteem to be demoted from planet-dom.   However, if Pluto feels like a planet inside, then it shouldn't matter what other people call it.   Pluto will know deep in its heart that it is still a planet, no matter how big or small others say it is.

Go to http://musicoutfitters.com
- In Search type in the year you graduated from high school and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year
- Bold the songs you like
- Italicize the songs you liked then, but don't now
- Strike through the ones you hate
- Underline your favorites.
- Do nothing to the ones you don't remember.



1. Tonight's The Night, Rod Stewart
2. I Just Want To Be Your Everything, Andy Gibb
3. Best Of My Love, Emotions
4. Love Theme From "A Star Is Born", Barbra Streisand
5. Angel In Your Arms, Hot
6. I Like Dreamin', Kenny Nolan
7. Don't Leave Me This Way, Thelma Houston
8. (Your Love Has Lifted Me) Higher And Higher, Rita Coolidge
9. Undercover Angel, Alan O'Day
10. Torn Between Two Lovers, Mary MacGregor
11. I'm Your Boogie Man, K.C. and The Sunshine Band
12. Dancing Queen, Abba
13. You Make Me Feel Like Dancing, Leo Sayer
14. Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet
15. Telephone Line, Electric Light Orchestra
16. Whatcha Gonna Do?, Pablo Cruise
17. Do You Wanna Make Love, Peter McCann
18. Sir Duke, Stevie Wonder
19. Hotel California, Eagles
20. Got To Give It Up, Pt. 1, Marvin Gaye
21. Theme From "Rocky" (Gonna Fly Now), Bill Conti
22. Southern Nights, Glen Campbell
23. Rich Girl, Daryl Hall and John Oates
24. When I Need You, Leo Sayer
25. Hot Line, Sylvers
26. Car Wash, Rose Royce
27. You Don't Have To Be A Star, Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis Jr.
28. Fly Like An Eagle, Steve Miller Band
29. Don't Give Up On Us, David Soul
30. On And On, Stephen Bishop
31. Feels Like The First Time, Foreigner
32. Couldn't Get It Right, Climax Blues Band
33. Easy, Commodores
34. Right Time Of The Night, Jennifer Warnes
35. I've Got Love On My Mind, Natalie Cole
36. Blinded By The Light, Manfred Mann's Earth Band
37. Looks Like We Made It, Barry Manilow
38. So In To You, Atlanta Rhythm Section
39. Dreams, Fleetwood Mac
40. Enjoy Yourself, Jacksons
41. Dazz, Brick
42. I'm In You, Peter Frampton
43. Lucille, Kenny Rogers
44. The Things We Do For Love, 10cc
45. Da Doo Ron Ron, Shaun Cassidy
46. Handy Man, James Taylor
47. Just A Song Before I Go, Crosby, Stills and Nash
48. You And Me, Alice Cooper
49. Slow Dancin', Johnny Rivers
50. Lonely Boy, Andrew Gold
51. I Wish, Stevie Wonder
52. Don't Stop, Fleetwood Mac
53. Barracuda, Heart
54. Strawberry Letter 23, Brothers Johnson
55. Night Moves, Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band
56. You're My World, Helen Reddy
57. Heard It In A Love Song, Marshall Tucker Band
58. Carry On Wayward Son, Kansas
59. New Kid In Town, Eagles
60. My Heart Belongs To Me, Barbra Streisand
61. After The Lovin', Engelbert Humperdinck
62. Jet Airliner, Steve Miller Band
63. Stand Tall, Burton Cummings
64. Way Down, Elvis Presley
65. Weekend In New England, Barry Manilow
66. It Was Almost Like A Song, Ronnie Milsap
67. Smoke From A Distant Fire, Sanford Townsend Band
68. Cold As Ice, Foreigner
69. Ariel, Dean Friedman
70. Lost Without Your Love, Bread
71. Star Wars Theme-Cantina Band, Meco
72. Float On, Floaters
73. Jeans On, David Dundas
74. Lido Shuffle, Boz Scaggs
75. Keep It Comin' Love, K.C. and The Sunshine Band
76. You Made Me Believe In Magic, Bay City Rollers
77. Livin' Thing, Electric Light Orchestra
78. Give A Little Bit, Supertramp
79. That's Rock 'N' Roll, Shaun Cassidy
80. Love So Right, Bee Gees
81. The Rubberband Man, Spinners
82. I Never Cry, Alice Cooper
83. Nobody Does It Better, Carly Simon
84. High School Dance, Sylvers
85. Love's Grown Deep, Kenny Nolan
86. Ain't Gonna Bump No More (With No Big Fat Woman), Joe Tex
87. I Wanna Get Next To You, Rose Royce
88. Somebody To Love, Queen
89. Muskrat Love, Captain and Tennille
90. Walk This Way, Aerosmith
91. Whispering-Cherchez La Femme-C'est Si Bon, Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band
92. Year Of The Cat, Al Stewart
93. Boogie Nights, Heatwave
94. Go Your Own Way, Fleetwood Mac
95. Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word, Elton John
96. Don't Worry Baby, B.J. Thomas
97. Knowing Me, Knowing You, Abba
98. How Much Love, Leo Sayer
99. Star Wars (Main Title), London Symphony Orchestra
100. Devil's Gun, C.J. and Co.

 I'd put a collection of Billy Joel's greatest hits in it.   That ought to offer insight, amusement, explanation, something of my psyche.  I think his music would hold up and I wouldn't laugh at my musical taste in fifty years.   (Assuming I can still hear when I'm fifty years older....which is assuming I'm still here, as well.)  If I can only have one cd, then it'd be his second greatest hits cd.
I'd put a book in it.   Which one is tough to choose.  I thought of Lord of the Rings, and while I love the book, it isn't me.  I'm not all noble and "for the good of us all".  The Bible's out because well, I can't stand Paul and I'm thinking Bibles will still be around if someone wants to look at one.  Then I thought of all the vampire books I love, but well, I read them because they amuse me, not because they're deep.   So, I ended up with Terry Pratchett.  He's amusing and he makes me think.  If I can only pick one of his, I'll go with "Small Gods". That's the first one I read, I think, and well, it suits me.  Although Adam's "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe" is good, too....  No, Pratchett.
The last item I'd put in would be a stock certificate, or a jewel or a gold bar or something that would increase in value (or at least not lose value) so it'd be worth opening this box in fifty years.  

 I am way too prickly.

The cutest bag boys.

 

I'm afraid I've been thinking.  A dangerous pastime.  Someone should insert something like those lines in a Disney movie - maybe Beauty and the Beast?
At any rate, I have been thinking, a lot, about my family, my extended family and my friends.   
I know my family loves me.  They're deranged, but they do.  
Four people in my extended family care about me.  Three of them even like me. Possibly they're nearly as deranged as my nuclear family.   Nuclear family - sounds like we're about to blow up, doesn't it?    
My own siblings don't talk to me, and one's told me I'm not family.  That sort of thing tends to make a person look at oneself.  Okay, I can accept my birth family doesn't like me. We were raised by wolves and act like it.  No, that's unkind to wolves.  Suffice it to say I'm not surprised and actually, not even hurt, more relieved that they want nothing to do with me.  
I'm seeing a trend among friends to edge away too though and it makes me pause and think again.  Then I realized I've been pretty down lately.  Who wants to be around someone who's depressed and depressing?  No one. I've also been pretty sarky and no one likes that either.  So it's time to back off, shut up and cease annoying people.  Someday I'll even learn that lesson well enough I won't have to repeat it to myself.    If I can't say something nice, I'm just not saying anything at all.

 I really don't remember.  I know I borrowed my siblings' albums early, so I probably wasn't  sure what was really mine and what was stuff they just let me have.
However, since I still possess vinyl and 45s, I bet I still have it and probably listen to it from time to time.

 I start restaurant.  It serve people.  It look like restaurant.  I name it Fred.  With unlimited budget I buy  grammar  and spell check for these question.