I'm talking about a different kind of selfie, as in

Self Promotion.

My friends like to self promote on Facebook.

Whether it's promoting their business, or eatery, or even a book they've written,

they unabashedly post pictures of what they're selling,

which is themselves.

On the one hand, I'm happy to see an old friend doing well.

On the other hand,

its a bit of bragging...

with a touch of rubbing it in your face because they've become successful (at least on the surface).

Am I jealous?

A little - that's human nature.

But when the puffery becomes constant,

I tend to get the attitude of 'yeah, yeah, so what's going on in your personal life?'

And then I think:

If this is what they want, to be defined by accomplishments,

then so be it.

I can be happy for them...

and scroll right on by.

Life is too short to linger on, in my opinion, trivialities.

And so it goes.

~

Last night I dreamed that I was a police detective investigating a crime scene where a doctor had killed his patients, his family and then himself.

It was one of those dreams so vivid that it stays with you for a while, so I decided to do a little online research.

It didn't take long to find out that quite a few doctors have been serial killers.

Here's a little documentary of a British doctor who killed 250 of his patients, Harold Shipman:


No wonder I always feel a little antsy when I have to see a doctor.

~

This version of the classic song always makes me want to get up and dance:


Getcha groove on, baby!

I've been summoned again for jury duty.

If memory serves (pun intended), it's about the seventh time over the years.

Must be some kind of record -

I know lots of people who've never been called once.

If there's a Hall of fame for this,

I truly belong there.

I had another dream.

In this one, it was Richard Widmark, not Charleton Heston, who was the star of the original 'Planet of the Apes' in 1968.

Just as a casual afterthought, upon waking, I wondered if Widmark was ever considered for the lead.

They both had the same range as actors

and

both had the big name star quality.

Maybe I should dig into this a bit deeper to perhaps find out.

See? I told you it was pointless to those under 50.

Those younger than that age probably have no idea of whom I'm talking about.

And that's o.k. with me.

Carry on folks.

Just a morning musing of an old geezer.

~

I dreamed I was riding a city bus from the era of my sophomore year of high school.

The details surrounding me were as clear as could be.

Man, I love the depth of my dreams.

Another entertainer from my youth has passed.

Michael Nesmith of the t.v. group/show 'The Monkees' has died at age 78.

And so it goes.

Peanut Butter Cookies:

Combine

1 cup of peanut butter
1 cup of sugar
1 egg

No flour!

Mix well, then spoon onto greased pan, flattening with a fork.

Sprinkle with salt.

Bake at 350 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes.

Let cool and enjoy!

In high school I lived on coffee, Cokes and cigarettes, saving my lunch money for other things I wanted to buy.

At age 19, I started to get severe heartburn (which at first I thought might be some kind of heart problem) every time I had one cup of joe or one coke.

So I gave them up, only drinking caffeine free coffee and Sprite or 7 Up.

Lately, I've been thinking about changing my daily routine of a 16 oz. mug of decaf in the morning to tea.

I like the taste of tea. For some odd reason, my body can handle the caffeine in tea.

I have concluded that there's something else in a regular cup of coffee or a coke that causes my severe heartburn.

So I may switch. I do kind of miss that caffeine jolt in the morning.

Life is kinda weird sometimes in directing our choices.

~

Love Sloppy Joe's?

Ingredients:

1 lb. ground beef
1/8 cup brown sugar
1/8 cup mustard
1/2 cup ketchup
hamburger buns (or bread)

Instructions:

brown ground beef in skillet, then drain
add brown sugar, mustard and ketchup. Stir to combine.
allow to simmer on low for about 5 minutes.
serve on buns (or bread) with your favorite sides.

Enjoy!