I have a Tide pen that I bought about seven years ago. It works and it still has a lot of juice in it. However, now that it’s pretty old, it smells like spoiled milk – like when a baby throws up on you after it drank an entire bottle of baby formula and right now. I’m smelling that smell. I just took a drink of my coffee, dumped it down my chin and all over my beautiful gauze rust colored shirt. Tide tidied it, but- Yuck.

The pen did not start out smelling this way. It didn’t smell like bleach or soap. I don’t remember it having a smell, but that was a long time ago and maybe I just don’t remember but I wonder what is inside it that rotted and now smells like baby throw-up.

Maybe I should just get a new one, but I don’t think I will because this one still works even though it stinks. I might be a throwback to those depression era people although I didn’t actually live through the depression. I don’t like to throw things away –That are still good. Now don’t get scared. I’m not a hoarder. I mean, do hoarders know they’re a hoarder? Maybe I am a hoarder. You can still walk through my house and sit on chairs. There’s not just a path cut through the trash so I’m pretty sure after watching the hoarder TV shows that I am not one, but again do hoarders know that they are one?

This is the very first time I haven’t actually typed my blog. I’m speaking it into the microphone and it sounds good when I speak it, but is it the same when it is typed? Written word has to be a little more polished than spoken word. In spoken word you can say just about anything and it sounds fine and people understand, but if it’s written the way you talk, sometimes people object to the lack of grammatical rules. Object all you want – because I am only gonna say this once (maybe), I paid for this space and you chose to be here.  I’m not sorry if you don’t like my grammar.

However, it might be kind of nice to have any comments at all about anything that I’ve written since no one has said a single word yet. So maybe if somebody didn’t like it and said it, it might at least start a conversation- you know kinda like priming a pump.

This speaking thing isn’t as good as it’s cracked up to be. I tried to put something in parentheses and when I said parentheses it typed “parentheses” and did not put an actual punctuation mark. The Jetsons had much better AI.

In conclusion, let me summarize what I’ve captured here. Rules mean a lot and a little. I like knowing there are rules. Sometimes I like following rules, but knowing that there are rules in place lets me know what I’ve broken and it’s good to know. Funny how sometimes I don’t notice rules, but when they sit around they might start to stink, but I’m keeping them- because they still work.

Until Next Time,

Your Friend, Tracy