tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69060349331422213082024-03-13T05:04:33.029-05:00One Blonde Brain CellMy goofy and strange events in my life and some not so goofy and strange. It's my life and I'm proud of it. I have no kids and don't want them. But I do love my nieces, nephews and cousins like crazy and have fun with them. I have no regrets and I'm not perfect. I am who I am and will not apologize for it. So come and enjoy my silliness and rants. Sometimes my brain works overtime and I forget everything I learned about grammar. One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.comBlogger607125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-13241887768296365092023-12-28T11:14:00.000-06:002023-12-28T11:14:21.483-06:00Joys of dating AKA having a f-buddyWell the boy toy has been around for almost 2 months. Not sure if that's what he should be called but it's not like we talked about. Plus, a mutual friend started saying somethings like he's a player like he was years ago. I was like I know what I'm getting into and he knows if he puts it in someone else then no more for him. I do have some limits. This isn't the first time she said shit when I started with someone we both knew. The last one lasted 17 years so there's that. Not that I expect anything to last that long but there's always hope.<div><br /></div><div>So for the time being I am entitled to have some fun in the sack. What?! Guys do it all the time. How does anyone know I'm not the player here but I could be. Plus, no one knows where anything will go.</div>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-60416525479384239402023-11-26T23:20:00.003-06:002023-12-28T10:56:05.926-06:00I think I got lost<p> I think I got lost in the past few months. I have been working and hanging at home. Oh wait I lied. My friend set me up with someone from like 20 years ago. It was someone that she and another friend met while going to a dance club. Due to my work schedule at the time I only went on ladies night on Wednesday. I barely remember him. Probably because said friend was getting it on with him back in the day. </p><p>Well for the past few weeks we have seen a lot of each other. Funny thing was that I wanted to get back together with my ex from high school or someone like him. Well I got what I wanted. Someone like him. So time will tell if it will work. It is hard not to rush this but I don't want to spook either one of us or the purple monkey running around.</p><p><br /></p><p>Till next time</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-19536236274048450042023-09-09T13:57:00.001-05:002023-09-09T13:57:37.475-05:00Welcome to September<p> It feels like just yesterday that I was in the hospital getting Kyle the cyst out. It was actually January 5 and now it's September 9th, I did start a liquid diet to support one of the bestie sisters who's having the gastric sleeve surgery. I last a day and a half. Yes 1.5 days, I had to eat something. So it has been 9 days and I have lost weight. She had built up to the liquid diet. Me nope. I went straight for it. But know that I have adjusted I am replacing 2 meals with shakes and jello for snacks and 1 small meal. At Costco I did get a big salad, grapes, hummus, and peppers. So that will be what I am eating. I figure as long as I am staying in my calorie range with what I am doing I can stil support the bestie sister.</p><p><br /></p><p>Till next time.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-45852383590441694052023-08-04T22:51:00.005-05:002023-08-04T22:51:44.800-05:00Seat warmers aka butt warmers and door dash <p>Yea so not only do accidentally turn on the butt warmer in the car, but I turn on the passenger seat one when I am out Door Dashing. I haven't received my warming bag yet since I just started. What I need to do something to keep the food warm. Ok the bottom of the bag. What you don't want food? Well maybe not tipping the monkey in sky would help you with that. The fish may deliver it when you realize there are elephants in your front yard playing with space dust. What it could happen. I mean there's you not tipping so the alligator riding the ferris wheel at the end of the block can stay.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-27835061108821869072023-07-25T20:44:00.000-05:002023-07-25T20:44:02.024-05:00Bun warmer in the summer<p>Yesterday I had a taste for ice cream. So I went out and headed towards downtown St Charles, IL. I stopped along the way and did come Pokemon hunting when my ass was getting warm. I was like I have the ice maker going so I wasn't sure why my dough was getting warm. Then I realized I bumped the seat warmer when I was heating up the ice burg I was driving. Yea I always use the butt warmer when its 87 outside. I have to be reminded once in awhile my halo is held up by horns.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-12243577660010902662023-07-16T12:14:00.000-05:002023-07-16T12:14:00.460-05:00Working remote vs in the office<p> So this past week i was in Iowa for work. It was the first time I have been in the office since I started at the end of November last year. I am so grateful I work remote. All the distractions and the drive into the office was making me batty. I did get some training on the new software we are moving too. I also realize I want to go in more often just for the connections and to feel like I am part of the team.</p><p>I did miss being able to walk to the pool after work. But I survived and didn't go running through the sprinklers for the corn fields. That could be fun. Well maybe not the sharp leaves and the children of the corn.</p><p>Til next time peace out.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-37886754292621407852023-06-28T20:28:00.001-05:002023-06-28T20:28:05.144-05:00To Whom It May Concern: Jackasses/KarensJust because you don't like something means you have to get it banned or cancel culture it. There is such a thing as blocking things on social media. YES jackasses and Karens that is a thing. Is it really that hard to do. For the rest of us no its not. Because causing a shit show on social media is a ton of work for us normal people. But for you people its very easy to cause a shit show and dumpster fire on social media. It's almost like a talent that you were born with. I for one was not born with that talent and I didn't major in it when I went to college.<div><br /></div><div>I don't care what you were or live. As long as your nice and respectful I'm good, If your not then I'll walk away and leave it at that. I'm not gonna blast you all over internet and the universe. Because in the universe there are only aliens and space garbage. So I'm sure they'd love to hear about how yogurt is too sexy to be sold or that ice cream catches the house on fire.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do you all need more monkeys with your circus? Have it and you can take all mine.</div>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-61141986845114592132023-06-21T22:06:00.002-05:002023-06-21T22:06:32.682-05:00Childhood of the 80s<p> Growing up in the 70's and 80's was a great time. My mom was a stay at home mom as well as my aunt. My dad and uncle were in sales so they traveled. That meant my mom and aunt were home with 2 kids each. My parents got a pool and aunt and cousins would come over and we'd swim all day. Mom and aunt didn't like getting splashed and would chase us around until we promised not to splash. Yup you guessed it, it lasted a whole half a second before we splashed. Half way through the summer they gave up chasing us and went on the roof of the garage. By then they were slightly nuts being home all summer so once they dads were pulling on the street the moms were gone yelling out the window feed the kids. That usually meant we were eating breakfast for dinner or ice cream. </p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-39470942550375203952023-04-23T21:44:00.006-05:002023-04-23T21:44:57.926-05:00Go camping they say, It'll be fun.<p>As a kid in the 1970's and 1980's we did a lot things that we loved and things that made us miserable. For me and my cousins that was camping. Our parents thought it would be a could idea to buy a used pop up camper. They told us it'll be fun. Keep in mind there were 4 of kids, 3 girls and 1 boy. So picture it 4 adults and 4 kids in 1 camper.</p><p>At first we were like crazy maniacs running around the campground. One trip us kids rent these 2 big tricycles and and we are riding around the campground and we were like 6, 8 and 10. Just what the campground needed. My poor cousin had a boil in the worst place, her butt. So the whole bike ride she's laughing and yelling that she's pain.</p><p>Then a year later we all load up in 2 cars and leave for Disney World, camping along the way, This was the trip that the cousin with the boil sat on her glasses. Our dads always had duct tape with them. Good thing her glasses were silver. It was the same trip that we were swimming in a pool and I farted. Well I thought i farted but it was a poop.</p><p>My 2 cousins and I were in a program called Indian Maidens and it was a father daughter thing. These trips we always had great meals because our dads treated us like the princesses we are. One trip a dad had brought a pizza oven that was placed over the the campfire. Another trip us girls were swimming and a few of the dads had gone shopping. We my dad and uncle come to the pool with the main meal and through it in the pool. Everybody but me and my cousins rush out of the pool. The girls out of the pool are crazy and the cousins and I are like "What they are just live Lobsters and they have bands around their claws."</p><p>Wait it gets better. Let's go camping in Michigan on lots that we own on a lake. Picture it 3 preteen and teenage girls camping on a site with no running water or electricity. So that meant no toilets. Well we were used to camping at a Jellystone with nice bathrooms. My uncle and dad took an lawnchair and cut a hole and rig up a garbage bag. That was the bathroom and it had rules. If you pooped you had to change the bag or if it was too full you had to change it, Then we had to haul it out. So my aunt lost a bet or something and had to hold all the bags on top of the camper. The bag leaked on her and no one wanted to drive with her for the 6 hour ride home. </p><p>Peace out peeps.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-29869188932881761242023-04-04T21:28:00.002-05:002023-04-04T21:28:06.680-05:00To whom it may concern tell me not to do something/do not shareI'm one of those people when you tell me not to do something I'm going to do it. Well as long as it's not dangerous. But skydiving could be fun. The wind flying up my nose and through my brain. Not to mention the sand between my toes. What there's no beach in the sky? Whatevs in my world there is.<div><br /></div><div>But really you post something on Social Media and ask people not to share. Umm there are jackasses who will share it and because they like it. You should be thrilled that your work is getting noticed. If your worried put a watermark on it. Stop being a whimp and not get offended get over your feelings. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, most people know when to post and when not to post. Get some common sense and don't tell people not to post something when it has already been discussed it's a private event. The goldfish in my brain even know that it doesn't belong on Facebook even if the hamster running on his wheel in your head doesn't.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok byeeeeee</div>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-65791027682993214522023-03-20T21:04:00.003-05:002023-03-20T21:04:17.337-05:00To whom it may concern the Douche Canoes<p> To whom it may concern the douche canoes. Just because your offended by something that doesn't mean everyone else. What if your offended by yourself? Then what do you do. I am offended by myself so do I report myself to the martians living on Neptune or Pluto. Asking for a friend.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-22778509454128341842022-10-19T20:21:00.000-05:002022-10-19T20:21:04.152-05:00The besties and tattoos<p> So this past weekend my besties/sisters and I went and got matching tattoos. I had wanted 1 for years but never had the guts to do it. Well over this past summer when we were at a family baby shower we talked about it. We all were in a group chat sending pictures of ones we found and we all decided on 1 we liked and finally did it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHCZoMuig1jfjG_7rCUyYKogMBCF5MrIXWg5OzMBctLWmNCBZR1zneSzGwpfLC-wSJ177sq4TaIQIVNmpOx8Hp209NJRE0yHgsymaaO358xXWU4G4ac-ggM3NzDgLNAPosKm3EtHK2RHZgCwFifY6_QNtW1p8d3YamFehvlOuMXYNYRCiaLDwPeJQv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHCZoMuig1jfjG_7rCUyYKogMBCF5MrIXWg5OzMBctLWmNCBZR1zneSzGwpfLC-wSJ177sq4TaIQIVNmpOx8Hp209NJRE0yHgsymaaO358xXWU4G4ac-ggM3NzDgLNAPosKm3EtHK2RHZgCwFifY6_QNtW1p8d3YamFehvlOuMXYNYRCiaLDwPeJQv" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqPAXYe5gC4Ihn-Atp6AzjSRxZn_MgxKDFTkNaa0Dfw_uvKVihc6KU6TdNluIAAql_GRXai8lPFFPXVTJqEg_pqypV4_d5unl4kh06rWS1am4rxaxxBigZceOkm3HUUlm8T_FdtXuyEyBqoy-GOhaErB4gqlEYn5SsNQpJ8AVpqyIQBJU0WHCLYZlY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2992" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqPAXYe5gC4Ihn-Atp6AzjSRxZn_MgxKDFTkNaa0Dfw_uvKVihc6KU6TdNluIAAql_GRXai8lPFFPXVTJqEg_pqypV4_d5unl4kh06rWS1am4rxaxxBigZceOkm3HUUlm8T_FdtXuyEyBqoy-GOhaErB4gqlEYn5SsNQpJ8AVpqyIQBJU0WHCLYZlY" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-25735604143879079682022-08-02T20:35:00.000-05:002022-08-02T20:35:58.579-05:00The Karen's and coupons<p> The Karen's are just getting worse. I had 3 people who were bitching and moaning about coupons when they were returning items. Hey stupid people. Most coupons say that not only can they not be combined 95% of the time, but when you return items you loose the coupon. Maybe you should have made sure that the damn pillows you bought in the first place matched your couch. </p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-81973117345415271172022-07-15T23:59:00.001-05:002022-07-15T23:59:03.028-05:00I may still be melted<p> I know know if I'm a solid person yet. While it was super hot a while back now we have humidity. Which makes things sweat in all the strangest places. Like your eyeballs. What they could sweat? It is called tears. Yes tears. Oh wait that's crying. Ok I was never melted. But thanks to air conditioning I was nice and cool. Not to mention my hair. It was a big ball of fuzz. But thanks to being a teenager in the 80's I knew how to fix it. Alright ok Byyeeeeee</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-69060789617703564702022-06-24T14:36:00.003-05:002022-06-24T14:36:47.183-05:00Help I’ve melted<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">To whom it may concern:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">Yes, it is so hot that we have all melted into a liquid. But remember we will be frozen come December and January. Since Mother Nature doesn’t want to change her ways, we need to make sure we are not melting and freezing solid year after year. For me I will turn into a fish and spend my time in the pool. See pools are safe there is no seaweed or sharks to come after me. Not to mention that there is no sand to get up in all my cracks like my butt or stuck in my toes. What am I the only one who doesn’t like sand up my private bits? Some days I think I am. Ok then byeeeeee.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-20563174275258706982022-04-04T15:21:00.002-05:002022-04-04T15:21:12.583-05:00Welcome to April<p> Hi. Now that the days are starting to get nicer and the sun is staying our longer, it’s time to play it is mud or dog poop. For all those you waited to pick the me shit up have fun. As a kid I figured out to pick it up in the winter because it didn’t smell and was frozen. My brother would have a fit because he’d get stuck picking it up in the summer. I was no dummy. </p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-38633203025149406292022-03-01T22:50:00.004-06:002022-03-01T22:50:48.803-06:00Still on the roller coaster<p>Hey peeps! I am still on the roller coaster of life. I decided to embrace it. Because if I don't my blonde hair may turn gray. Oh wait it has. Who am I kidding? It just has a few strands. I call them my sparkles. Ok the squirrel has left.</p><p>My position was eliminated in January. Luckily I was off only for a week. I started a new job in a new industry. I've learned a lot and still need to learn more. I'm up for the challenge.</p><p>TikTok isn't as fun anymore. But that could be because I'm off a tad. I don't feel weird but I do feel sparkly. Well I am off to glitter land to visit the orange groves.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-55870979434861652872022-01-06T19:08:00.001-06:002022-01-06T19:08:03.327-06:00Stop the Roller Coaster<p> Can we stop the roller coaster? Yes, it is still early in 2022 but we need to get off of this crazy beer virus thingy. But it doesn't seem to want to go away. It doesn't seem to care if you wear a mask or not. So I'm not bugging anyone to wear a mask or if they got a shot in their ass. Why? Because I am not the sick police and don't want to be. So unless you went to school for it then bug off. People don't want to hear it from just any old dumb ass. Heck they don't even want to hear it from the government any more.</p><p>So please let me off this carnival ride. Thanks!</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-36768958616364817612021-12-22T22:37:00.002-06:002021-12-22T22:37:26.859-06:00Christmas letter 2021<p> Happy Holidays from the Blonde Brain Cells. Since the entire world has been shut down due to the Corona beer virus, I was traveling the universe visiting the kids. I went to Pluto to help Billy Bob build skateboards. He expanded his line to include one that can fly and go under water. He's been traveling light years away to get needles to all the squirrels in space.</p><p>Ursula is still a piece of sand but she has moved to a mansion down in the Mariana trench. She is an Uber driver there and also produces spaceships there.Skippy the golden retriever is still in the grooming business, He has expanded to grooming elephants, gnats, and wine corks. Since loosing all the oil on Pluto he has made a ton of money exporting feminine products to space. What? It helps the meteors crash land into the castles in fish tanks</p><p>As of now none of the kits have the beer virus. But they do have the air virus. So they when they come to earth they walk around with TVs in their ears and rockets on their feet. </p><p>Until next year, be weird.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-8729219086313865552021-11-18T16:04:00.003-06:002021-11-18T16:04:58.572-06:00Way too muchI’m working 2 jobs plus school and I’m not freaking out. It seems like I find the one person who has 1 job and freaks out about the littlest things. I stopped that shit long time ago. About the time I realized everybody has different things that happen to them. Those people I just look at and laugh or say some stupid shit to egg them. What it’s fun? Lol<div><br /></div><div>So yes it’s too much for me but it’s getting darker out now and I’m at least busy and not being blonde. </div>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-68576148166155520142021-10-20T11:18:00.004-05:002021-10-20T11:18:58.619-05:00It’s that time and I did a thing<p> Yup it’s that time and I did a thing. The holiday season is around the corner and I went and applied for a part time job. Like I don’t have enough going on: a full time job, taking a class, and laying on the couch watching mindless tv. What the pool is closed so I needed something to do. Well besides making TikToks and occasionally blasting my Younique link out. </p><p><br /></p><p>So watch out world I’m ready. Ready for what is to be determined. Rich would be good. </p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-35948711402211419862021-09-14T12:04:00.002-05:002021-09-14T12:04:47.860-05:00For all the face planters<p> I have been known to face plant a few times in my life. Once was at a fest where my toe was bleeding and I couldn’t walk to the first aid tent for a band aid so the paramedics came and took care of it. When the ladies at work heard about it they were joking it was a great way to pick up a hot firefighter. So a few years later 2020 to be exact I tripped going into the hospital for my mammogram. So I tell the ladies at work and they were like trying to pick up another paramedic. I said no I was going a hot doctors because they have more money. That made the whole office laugh. </p><p><br /></p><p>So it’s all in how you look at faceplanting. I wasn’t seriously hurt in either fall. </p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-48700623033704361722021-07-02T18:55:00.002-05:002021-07-02T18:55:38.396-05:00Go ahead and try to scam me<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.666666984558105px;">The world of scammers. I just recently joined Younique, mainly because I love their makeup and I have no issues wearing it. So, I get an email from someone saying their daughter is getting married, they are deaf and they don’t use credit/debit cards. It was a whole sob story and she said that she’d send a cashiers check/certified check. I replied with I do not accept them, because of all the scammers that pull scams this way. I suggested that she could get a visa gift card and pay that way on the website. Yes, it is not my first rodeo on this scan. Which I have never fell for in the past, so I haven’t heard back from the person. Crazy ass people need to stop scamming. Of course, they won’t because they will come up with another scam, like being blind.</span></p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-40752678742440604012021-06-25T12:43:00.001-05:002021-06-25T12:43:23.530-05:00Rain and things I want to say. <p> <span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">D</span><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">ude. Of course, it is louder in the office. You put your hearing aids in.</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Why </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">yes,</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> my picture is sideways on some sites. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">It’s</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> fun to see people that way when they visit my some of my social media sites.</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">With all the rain that the Chicagoland area has been getting I am going to turn the bike aka the hamster wheel into a boat. What it could be done. I just need to make sure that the wheels are in the water so they can propel me forward. I’ll also install a roof on </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">it</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> so I don’t get wet.</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> Wait that kind of sounds like a paddle boat. </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><img class="s2" src="blob:https://www.blogger.com/e03d2768-b2b6-4cc2-9366-17584a0c3dc8" style="height: 337px; width: 468px;" /></p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906034933142221308.post-58561640935842190372021-05-17T16:11:00.003-05:002021-05-17T16:11:48.902-05:00Almost back to normal after the scuba suit<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">Well, hello again. It has been a while since I have blogged. With family medical issues and this whole pandemic bullshit I have not been blogging. Then during all that, I found the time sucker TikTok. It’s more of a time sucker that Facebook. I could sit there and watch videos all day. Plus, there is a wide range of people on it. So, you really have a good laugh at some of them.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">I hope everyone is well and getting back to normal. Especially now that the crazies are letting up on the masks and hazmat suits. For a period of time, I was wearing a scuba suit.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">Now back to our regularly scheduled programs.</p>One Blonde Brain Cellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492433915062177136noreply@blogger.com0