10:51 15/12/96... a little early to be starting Monday's entry, but something just happened that tickled me a whole bunch, and I wanted to get it here before I forgot about it...
Packy and Lacee spent the night with Karen. Packy and Karen are playing checkers, and Lacee picks up the box-top and says, "Look, Gramma! A heart!". Well, the box was left on the table one night, and one of the cats peed on it. On the inside of the boxtop it came out in the perfect shape of a heart. How many cats can make urine hearts?
Moral of the story: Art is where you find it. Urine is everywhere. (Boy, that's dumb!)
Not too bad of a night so far, busy but not too busy. I woke up at 18:30 and I had to be at work at 19:00, so I didn't have time for a shower. I also forgot to take my antibiotic. So besides getting sicker, I'll smell sicker. Actually, I don't think that showers are all that important in the wintertime. Too many showers will dry your skin out and make you ugly. Too few, and you will start to stink. There's a happy medium there, and cologne and baby oil and deodorant are there for those of us who can't quite hit the target. But that's off the subject. Nobody will know that I didn't shower but me (and I guess you will, too) but it bothers me. I feel unbathed, even though I don't look or smell that way.
Off the subject... (There was a subject?)... There are several journalers who are going to write on selected subjects occasionally. Let's see, there's Jackie, Buck and Bill and me, so far, last time I looked. The first subject was something along the lines of "Name something physical that you have lost and how it affected you". Well, I didn't meet the deadline for this one; the one thing that I could write about would bring the tears again, and I didn't want to do that. But I will, anyway.
Xmas, 1951. Pasedena, CA. I was in Kindergarten; I had got a little toy dog that yipped yapped and moved his legs as you pulled him along. I was happy. I took him to show-and-tell. Someone stole him. I cried for 3 days.We were very poor at the time (I think we always were) and that was the only xmas present that I remember getting. That incident made me the skeptic and cynic that I am today.
Buck has set up a page for the collaboration effort. Go take a look at it.
OK, enough sentimental stuff. On to the good stuff. Announcing....
Yes, You can enter, and You can WIN!
Rules:
This is the first contest Nilknarf has run, and I want it to be a worthwhile experience for everybody (especially me) so there will not be a monetary prize associated with winning. There will instead be an entire page devoted to the fudgemaker that makes me the happiest! I'll put the winners' name and picture and recipe there for the world to admire. Unless, of course, the winner is very modest, in which case they might not want any of the above. So... if there is not an announced winner, please assume that is was a very modest, non-publicity-seeking person who won.
If the winner has a WWW site, they will be allowed to display the "Nilknarf Fudge Contest Winner" emblem on that page.
Anyone wishing to enter the contest must send me an e-mail indicating that they want to enter. I will then send them my address. This is in the interest of me not receiving strychnine-laced confections. I want someone to be able to trace down whoever poisons me...
An additional prize will be awarded to the entrant with the best non-fudge candy... specifically divinity, but other non-fudge substances will not be refused.
For those of you who think that the consumption of massive amounts of fudge and other candies will affect my health... Pshaw! Don't worry about it! I want to die the way I've lived... with chocolate and happy!
After a little deeper thinking on this subject, I think that I'll make this an on-going contest. (My greed got the better of me.) The first part will close on 15 Jan 1997. Suggestions for confections will be considered starting at the first of the year.(1997)
I finished reading the dogbert management book that I borrowed from Shawn, one of our security officers. It hits too close to home to be more than mildly funny. Way too close.
The impetus for this worldwide contest: I like fudge. About this time of the year, I have several ladies who will make me a plate of fudge, and I always tell each of them that they make the best fudge in the world. This is a fact. The only fudge that I didn't like was some that I once made myself. I had to eat it with a spoon and spit out the burned chunks (Yeah, I did eat the whole thing).
Home... and bed. Sometimes these 12-hour days are killers. Right now I'm just tired, but I got the cure for that...