After the snow, the temperature has tumbled down to the low twenties.

Chilly for a Monday, but at least the sun is shining.

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I should hate it by now. 8.3" of snow yesterday. Cleaned the snow off of my car twice yesterday and once today.

Most people were driving fine for the conditions. The exceptions seemed to be the same people who didn't clean the snow off of their cars. And they probably wondered why no one could see their brake lights or turn signals. lol

Shoveled the sidewalks here twice, yesterday and again today.

Now I'm going to top off my tank with petrol and look at all of that snow.

Laterz...

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I looked everywhere for that damned SD card, to no avail... I even went through the trash. Frustrated, I sat down at my computer. While waiting for a routine utility check, I happened to look at an old glass ashtray setting on the table next to my monitor. Peeking out from beneath a book of matches was an old SD card, still in it's plastic case. I don't even remember what it originally belonged to, but when I tried it out, it fit in my cam. Now I just need to charge the battery in the cam and I'm good to go!

Yes, there's a reason why you save things... you never know when it will pinch hit in an emergency.

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Just purchased a new camcorder.

Somehow I've misplaced the SD card I need for it to function.

What next???

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The same people who are either supporting or denying the existence of our latest president were doing just the opposite when we had our last president.

All fail to see the irony of their 'flip-flop'.

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Have you ever known someone who gets sexually aroused by seeing violence?

I'm not talking about watching sports like football or boxing. I'm talking about seeing someone beat on another person in a real fight in the streets or someone being shot or stabbed.

I'm just wondering how a person could become like that.

'There are more things in Heaven and earth, Horatio, then are dreamt of in your philosophy.'

- Shakespeare

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We Americans love to win, hate to lose.

We toast the winners with champagne and losers can cry in their beer.

If you win too much, people will try to tear you down. If you lose too much, you become "those lovable losers" that no one takes seriously any more.

We live vicariously idolizing sports stars and celebrities, ignoring those starving, suffering from substance abuse and those living on the streets.

Fewer and fewer people are content with just being average, toiling away day by day to achieve their goals of family and a home.

Don't like your marriage? Get out of it... don't put the time and effort into making it work, like our parents did. Don't like your job? Quit and live off of someone else's money.

Don't like yourself? Numb yourself with booze and/or drugs and blame everyone else for your problems instead of looking in the mirror and accepting your shortcomings.

Don't treat others like you want to be treated. Lie and cheat to get ahead.

Americans love a winner and hate a loser.

I'm right and you're wrong is now our mantra. Compromise? No way, baby! i'm getting mine, to Hell with you!

Stop the train... I want to get off.

I'm content with who I am and what I have (or don't have). Doesn't make me better than anyone.

It just makes me more content at day's end when I go to sleep at night.

Carry on, folks, my rant is done.

Peace!

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Yes, snail mail still works. I ordered a few things on Saturday and they arrived today in the mail.

I know that snail mail seems old fashioned. Everyone wants instant gratification. But there's something to be said for the anticipation, the waiting. It's akin to seeing all of those Christmas presents under the tree and knowing you have to wait for the joy.

The only puzzlement today was the carrier's delivery system. He brought a package that wouldn't fit in my mailbox, but left the rest of my mail in the mailbox.

Efficiency is not his forte', eh?

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I noticed that the two teams with the number one defense in their respective leagues both lost today in the playoffs.

Hmmm...

When I was a child, it was my Father...

He lifted me up.

As a young man drowning in my own inequities, I found that God had not forgotten me...

He lifted me up.

In my declining years, it will be a male nurse who puts me in my bed...

He will lift me up.