Change is Good.

Right. This morning, after my Sunday visit with Opus, I wandered upstairs to add my thoughts to a "to be named later" post. I do this sometimes when an idea comes calling that I do not want to lose. For about the past month, or longer I guess, I have been getting hints from Blogger that they would really prefer I move on over to "The New Blogger". I pass right on by them and sign in the old and familiar way.

Today this was not to be the case. The EvilBloggerOverlord hijacked my Dashboard and literally moved it over. Not only that, it would not let me in unless I moved over with it. Boy, do I hate not being in control. I fumed about it awhile, then I got scared. What if I lost everything? The only way to find out was to commit the ultimate act of Blogger submission. I went on over to the dark side. After all, what else could I do? I could see my little piece of blogdom, but I couldn't get to it. You know, the old "You can't get there from here" line.

So, anyway, here we are. I haven't experimented with it very much. Maybe there will be some good stuff once I get into it. I did notice that the nice little pictures that accompanied the comments are gone and some now have an "anonymous" where a familiar name used to be. Don't like that much but we'll see what happens. It's not like I had a choice, here.

Pffft, as Tink would say.

Am I the only one that was left in "Old Blogger"?
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And another thing. What in the hell is Bush thinking?

Today Willi and I stopped by Red Robin for a burger and as I looked over the top of my menu I saw a group of men in army fatigues eating lunch. There were about ten in all. They were varied in age; a couple looked like they might have been a little younger than me although most looked to be in their early to mid-twenties. One in particular didn't look old enough to drive. They had American flag patches on their shoulders. Some people went over and shook their hands. One lady took their picture with her little girl. It made my stomach ache. I hope they will not be in harm's way. I do not want to read about them in the paper or post their picture with a sad commentary. This really needs to stop.

Courtesy of Odd Mix, the words are Start and Again.

If all of the conditions are right in the morning...if we get up early enough and don't linger over the morning paper too long...Willi blesses my morning with his Mocha Latte creation. Don't let the Starbuck's travel cup fool you; that is how I get it to work. This is Willi's own recipe and handiwork - and a great Start to my day.

Today it snowed yet Again! Yipee! And I thought winter was going to pass us by! Hah!

Isn't this a cool looking plant? After reading about the Christmas Cactus in my last post, Daddy D sent this picture. The plant belonged to his mom's dad. It grows from a bulb. Pretty neat, huh? Thanks, Daddy D!