Link Of The Week

As you know, I'm a big texter. In fact, the full QWERTY keyboard was the main reason I chose my LG Envy cell phone last spring.  But I digress.  Something you did not know about me is the fact that I'm a big note taker.  I am jotting down things all the time - ideas for TWIT, songs or books I want to check out, websites I want to visit - you get the picture.  I'm also a big forgetter - as in writing down a note and losing the paper.  Last week I found a site that is the answer to my prayers.  It's called Kwiry - a site where you can sign up and then can text messages from your cell phone to your computer. It's easy to use - just sign up and start texting messages.  Check it out at http://www.kwiry.com.  One note: when you text the messages, you will be texting to 59479 (the corresponding numbers for KWIRY on a phone keypad) not to KWIRY.  But add 59479 as a contact in your cell and it will be much easier and quicker.

Notorius P.U.D.D.I.N.

Whenever I ride my bike on Saturday mornings, I usually will see at least twenty cyclists out on the bike path.  Everyone is friendly and they always say hello, and when I stop at my mid-way point and sit on the park bench while I have some water, it never fails that cyclists that pass by me will stop and ask if everything is okay.  Today while having my water break, a group of three cyclists whizzed by me.  I was getting ready to make a call on my cell phone when I noticed they turned around and were coming back toward me.  As they got within ear shot, one of the cyclists asked if I rode in the Tour de Cure last Saturday.  I proudly told him that in deed I did.  He said that they were members of the Louisville Bicycle Club, and they talked to some other members that also rode in the tour.  For a second, I thought that it was just coincidental that he asked if I rode in the Tour.  But then he said something that almost made me fall off of the park bench.  He said that the club members that also rode in the Tour last Saturday had told them about a woman who rode an old school mint condition Schwinn bike in the tour, and who finished all 15 hilly miles without gears.  I told him "Yep, that's me." 

We chatted for a couple of minutes and before they pedaled off, they invited me to join the Louisville Bicycle Club and gave me an application.  I doubt if I'll join, but I was honored that they invited me.  And for a few minutes, I felt notorius.

Flashback Friday

                  

For the past few years at the Bats games and at various concerts, I've run into brothers Bill and John Keeling.  By day, they are both officers for LMPD, and by night they still have one of the better cover bands in Louisville, Caribou.  I stopped to talk to them a couple of weeks ago at a Bats game, and we started reminiscing about a gig they played back in 1980.  It was at the state FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America) convention here in the 'Ville, and yours truly was President of the chapter at my school.  Both of them said how they remembered that gig, and how it was in their top-ten gigs of all time.  One of the brothers said that they almost didn't get paid because the manager had to tell them four times to turn the sound down. 

I told them that I had a picture at home in a photo album taken of the three of us at that concert back in 1980, and how we were all that back in the day.  They said they'd love to see the picture, so that night after the ballgame I ran down to the basement and found the picture.  I'm hoping to see them Sunday or Monday at the Bats game and can give them a copy of the three hotties from back in the day.  And I don't know who had bigger hair - me or John Keeling.

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Democratic Convention Review

A faithful reader contacted me today, and asked if I, a registered Democrat,  would share my opinion of this week's Democratic National Convention.  As always, I was only happy to fulfill a request from my faithful readers.  You might be disappointed when you read my review of the convention, but I am being totally honest: this week's Democratic National Convention has just worn me out.  In fact, the entire Presidential election has worn me out.  But I digress.

If I had to pick one highlight from this week's Democratic National Convention, it was when Hillary Clinton finished her speech the other night and as she was leaving the stage, they played Lenny Kravitz singing "Are You Gonna Go My Way."  Yep, that was the hightlight for me. There's not much else I can say about it except to three-peat and say that it has worn me out.  And we have to face the Republican National Convention next week.  I can hardly wait.  Have I mentioned that it has all worn me out?

Triple Coupon Day

I read an interesting article on saving money with coupons. The article said that a billion dollars worth of savings are sent out every year in the form of coupons and only about 1% of them ever get used.  That's a pretty staggering statistic but I totally agree with it, based on the amount of useless coupons that we receive in the mail and in the Sunday sale papers.  Anyhoo, the article gave four tips on how to get more out of your coupons.  I agree with them for the most part.

1. Pay attention to coupons and clip ones you can use at the stores that you frequent.  That's pretty much a no-brainer.  Why would someone waste their time and energy to cut out coupons for items that they don't have at the stores where you shop? 

2. Paper clip coupons to your shopping list so you don't forget about them.  Another no-brainer.  Except they didn't tell you what to do to remember to bring your shopping list with the coupons clipped to it, provided you even write out a shopping list.

3.  Don't use coupons for the sake of using them; only use coupons for items you normally buy. I have to disagree with them on this one.  Everybody likes to think they're getting a good deal on something, even if it's something they don't use.  If I have a 50 cent coupon for a bag of broccoli, and I'm shopping on a triple coupon day, you're darned right I'm going to buy that bag of broccoli and use my coupon because I'll be saving a buck and a half. 

4. Don't be afraid to contact companies by mail or phone to ask for coupons.  Sorry, but once again I disagree.  If I don't have time to cut out coupons, write a shopping list and clip the coupons to said list, I sure as heck am not going to have time to write or call companies and ask for coupons. 

Mullet Watch

Faithful readers, I believe we have another first for Mullet Watch:  yours truly has spotted what I believe to be our first celebrity look-a-like with a mullet.  The mullet host looked just like Mr. Haney from "Green Acres", except he was sporting a very wavy gray mullet instead of the hat that Mr. Haney used to wear. I half way expected him to blurt out "Mister Doug-lasss."   I wish I could have taken a picture of him, but there was no easy way to snap his picture at the carry-out counter at the fish place while I was waiting for our order. 

Mullet count: 18

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

After I put in my 10 miles tonight (this time, on the exercise bike because it was still raining) Dad and I drove over to an old friend's to deliver some green beans.  His friend Noble worked with Dad and Mom at Brown and Williamson back in the day, and since he moved back from Macon, Georgia a few years ago, they've kept in touch with him.  While we were chatting with him tonight, he and Dad started reminiscing about people they all worked with.  Most of the names weren't familiar to me, but when Noble mentioned "Bertie" my ears perked up.  Dad said he didn't remember her, and Noble reminded him that she worked with Mom for years.  He was trying to get Dad to remember her and described her big red beehive hairdo. I spoke up and said that I remembered Bertie, because she drove a big long Delta 88.  I distinctly remember the car because she picked me up from school a few times when she and Mom carpooled from work.  Noble went on to say that Bertie moved back to the south end of the 'Ville and now lives out in Fairdale.  He also said that Bertie is a millionaire.

I have to say that other then the people that own the company I work for, Bertie is the only other millionaire that I know.  Of course, there could be more, and the millionaires just don't want me to know.  As soon as we got home, we told Mom about her friend being a millionaire and she wasn't very surprised.  I thought Bertie might have opened her own business or had some awesome investments, but I was wrong.  All Mom said was "Her husband left it all to her."  Nuff said.  Way to go for marrying up, Bertie.