Eva Dear,
I like my cookies the same as I like my women; warm and soft and sweet and not nuts. (My favorite cookie without a doubt is whatever cookie I have in my hand at the moment as long as it doesn't have any nuts). By the way, I don't like milk.

Annette,
It just so happens that Pink Floyd (the real group) is my favorite. Running a close tie with ELO and ZZ Top and Crash Test Dummies.

In my whole life the best book I ever read was Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe (the real original one I read as a youth), next Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burrows, closely followed by the novel Hunt for Red October by Jack Ryan I'll bet some of you were thinking it would be the book of all books, the Bible you see. It makes for interesting reading, and has a lot of good advice. It points out good ways of living and what is naughty and nice. It points out the difference between crime and good and purity and vice. What you shouldn't and what you should. It gives us some idea of perceptions from the past. And of all the books that were written forever it will last. It's nothing like the original it's been edited too many times, just like some of those western novels, I believe they all sold for a dime.

As far as getting ideas from another web site, thank you for the suggestion, but I am an author not a reader. I've got enough of my own "crap" without going somewhere, and taking the care to listen to someone else's lies... In other words I have enough of those (not lies, I never embellish, just ask my wife) to go around already. I'd rather listen to and answer questions written by my blog friends.

Sandra H.
Lady? No matter who I say is bound to be wrong and get someone pissed at me that day. The safest one for me to tell is the one that always has been - it was Mrs. Santa Claus, no it was Mother Nature, no it was Sarah Palin, no it was Hillary Clinton. no it was Lady Liberty, no it was Oprah... I could go on like this all day. But the only one I'd follow to the ends of the earth and believe every word she had to say, is the one I am happily married to forever and today.

Next - Obama's kids are not in jail...and I don't think mine are either. I've got two I haven't heard from in twenty years or so. One was headed that direction and I am pretty confident that is where he'd go. The other one I wonder, her lifestyle was less than pure I can only hope that over the years she finally took the cure. My stepson is the pride of my life, he turned out excellent in every way. An honest man, a hard-working, talented, craftsman who takes care of all his family's needs. He's raised his two sons and two or three nieces and nephews when their parents couldn't. Now it's not just him, I give this credit, my daughter-in-law went to college, educated herself, helped instill good values. She helped to pay the bills and add all the frills that a wife and a mother should so what I have to say about my son and his wife is their good, they're really good. They make us proud and they cross our minds each day. You see what they've done with their lives and their sons is worth all the praise we can muster. I can say no more. They're just fine. And we love them.

Next - Kenneth is my middle name (since you asked). Draw your own conclusions from it.
Earlier blog - When it came to dogs you said "who knew?". Evidently you knew where to look. Thanks to you we all know now.

Sandra M.
Thank you for your prayers

Gabe,
Thanks for pointing out the rhyming. Its all a matter of timing. I'm trying my best and that's no jest. I don't do it on purpose. It just happens to me like waking in the morning at three just to take a pee. See?

Wendy my darling daughter-in-law (alias protective mother),
Thank you so much for your love and trust, because they are very precious to me. But remember that smile, it went for a mile, and he's liked pizza ever since. It didn't hurt him and it wasn't the last time that I snuck new flavors to him. If it was up to you he'd have been on Melba Toast until he was ten (and I say this with love). I just opened his eyes and gave him a surprise and he loved every different taste. You were only mad because the next day the smell of his diaper made you want to run away! You don't think I stopped with just him. His brother had taste buds too. And so did the rest of the little ones that got raised by Terry and you. I always thought that flavor should be in every part of life. The food you eat, the books you read, the things you do for fun, relationships, including the most important one.

Brother Dan,
When I think of you, I have no real talent. The beauty you bring when you make the ivorys sing  is so far beyond compare in all of my life and all of my daze on this planet, I can say I've never heard anyone, including Van Cliburn whom I've heard in person and even shook his hand behind the stage behind Weber State, and in my eyes he holds no candle to you.

Thanks to all who replied on the name of the group I couldn't remember,
Millie Vanilli - I can't tell you how much sleep I lost over that because I sleep sixteen hours a day, so for me nothing is lost. It shows that you screw up once delivering someone else's prose, that the whole wide world is going to look at you with a better than thou turned up nose. Myself I wonder how come nobody ever complains about those beautiful commercials with people jumping around and acting like they are singing. They are not even doing a good job of karaoke, and nobody gives credit to the beautiful voice behind the poor acting.  So what was the big deal? Here was a group that could act and lip sync real well and just couldn't help their own voices sounded like hell. They still sold millions.

So someone might have cared but we like to crucify every chance that we get. Look at that gal Jessica Simpson whose got it all together. A body, a face, and she sounds good too. But let her poor sister make one mistake and what do we do? We treat her like Christ. Two nails through the hands, a spike through the feet, a crown of thorns and vinegar to drink. A trident to the side she swallowed her pride she said how sorry she was, but that didn't help, we're such an unforgiving bunch, like a bunch of cannibals, got to throw someone on the spit for lunch. So what does it matter really? There's no one I know that would have had the balls to even go on that show, stand in front of millions, do the best she could, knowing with one slip she'd be labeled no good.

Society stinks with what we create. We don't care if it's phony, unless it's brought to our attention. But until that happens it sounded real great. Who cares if she delivered a chorus too late. Give me the chance to dance on the stage, to mouth some words to a song and get paid like a king and treated like royalty. Now about that what was so wrong? That's all I've got to say. It's a sad world we live in. We love people to lie to us each day. We go to the movies and believe the crap we see. But worse off we believe the news we hear each day. So lie to me more I'm as gullible as the next and my wife's got writers cramp from typing this text.

God Bless,
Ken the afterlife messenger