Breakfast Letters: Lumber

Breakfast Letters: Lumber: "Can anyone help me figure out stamps? Is there a generic stamp that I may have bought 2 years ago for one value that carries over to today'..."

Lumber

Can anyone help me figure out stamps? Is there a generic stamp that I may have bought 2 years ago for one value that carries 

over to today's value do I need to paste on 3 stamps from 2 years ago instead of one? How much is postage anyway. I would go ogle 

this up but I have become dismayed and discouraged by what you can actually find on the Internet. I was under the illusion as are 

most of us that you could find the answer to anything. This is NOT true. For example. I had read on a university web site that the 

giant, I mean redwood sized, huge, there were two men standing in front of this tree and they covered only 1/4 of its width, tree 

was used on the Titanic. WHAT? They had no trees in Ireland? This little fact, as all little facts intrigued me. I had to find this out. 

What a great question for End of The Day Trivia. So I google up lumber on the Titanic....LOL.... lots of "stuff" about the model of the 

Titanic. I keep digging, I will go through at least 10 pages of "hits" before I give up. I found that they used 2 different types of pine 

for the decking. Yellow Pine and Pitch Pine. Teak was also used in more "strategic" places. OK lumber I found. So I tried 6 different 

ways to find out where the lumber came from. I still do not know this answer. I struggled and read for over an hour. I know more 

about the Titanic than I wanted to. The lumber tag I read on the photograph sited its reference came from a book. I could find no book 

or even a reference any where else to the book. To me it is like the dinosaurs. 

I received my first check for my freelance work for the paper. I feel like I have crossed over into some other realm and am now a member 

of some underground league. It is odd. I am waiting for my secret decoder ring or for men in khaki to show up, put me in a jeep and 

drop me off somewhere and say see you in a week, now start shooting!! Yes, while leaving in my possession a passport and $6000 dollars.

LOL.....

I am having gypsy feet.... I rearranged my bedroom and mine and Shaggys bathrooms and am working on my closet. We shall see if this 

helps take the edge off the wanderlust. I loves this house but I am wanting an apartment or loft or cabin or cabana or ..... I can find 

nothing cozier cheaper. Smaller apartments are all much more per month. It is too hot here. I am a Viking and this oppressive heat 

does not suit me. I want to be outside but.... 

I was scheduled for an adventure today but I have been out of contact with the financier. I suppose we will find out tomorrow.....

James

Dear insurance company, Thank you for your very curt letter in my in-box this morning telling me you are going to cancel my car 

insurance. I will pass this note along to T---- G---- B--- and see if they could possibly pay me what they owe me so I can pay you what  

I owe you. Because I am very sure their car insurance is not in jeopardy of being terminated and since they have been so thoughtful 

of the trauma they have thus far created in  my life I am sure they will pay me straight way. In the meantime while we all await 

"that" happening I would love it if your emails allowed responses. IS the reason they do not, because no one wants the job of reading what 

I am sure are very amusing responses. Mine would have been. I am sure everyone out here would love to read what mine would have 

said....LOL..... PS... I payed you people yesterday!!! Oh and if you are seriously considering giving the above (not) mentioned thieves 

money for sponsorship please call me we need to talk. 

I have noticed that lately I have been put into the orbits of people who are vital and glowing and full of grand ideas. Each one of them has 

asked me for a specific thing. Not a come work for me on this idea and make it whole. Just one specific task that is easily with in my realm 

of accomplishment and at the same time offers me adventure and challenges. It is giving me that "Mikey will eat anything" commercial feeling. 

Ask Tamara to do it. She will do any weird assignment for $100. Really?.... Well citizens my rate has just increased to $300 for basic 

assistance that can be accomplished in less than a day. After that you will draw up a contract with my attorney. Boy is he going to 

love me....LOL......

My mom went to her doctors yesterday after she called in the day before with some "could be serious" symptoms. Just be here by 8:30 and 

we will squeeze you in. OK she is 78. She has been nauseous and unable to eat or drink much of anything without yakking it back up. So 

she arrives at 8:30 and by 11:30 had still not been seen nor, eaten, nor had anything to drink. Can we say dehydration? MOM!!!! go 

get some water! There is no fountain. Ask the bloody nurses or aid or princess in scrubs  behind the desk for a cup of water!!! She is 

shrugging me off.....and what do you mean you are still sitting there? 3 hours no food no water and you are 78. I do not even want to 

describe to you the scenario of  vengeance at this rude and disrespectful treatment I imagined. Would they do this to their 

own mothers? Hey here is an idea... quit over scheduling patients!!!! I am sure that anorexic soccer mom whose child sneezed three times 

last night can wait!!!!!!!!! Really? Your over stressed ball kicking, gymnastic flipping, french horn tooting child sneezed three times?

WOW.... must be some horrible ailment? Give her a cheeseburger and take her home!!! Mother is calmly sitting there allowing this. No 

surprise to me. It is the way it is with Dr offices she says. WHAT????? Are there waiting rooms full of complacent people like this? She 

is old!!! She has been the wife of a warrior of this country. If you have never done that then you have NO idea of what I am talking about.

Now get her in a room with a Dr. Bloody Hell!!!! I tell her that if I find her passed out on the floor from dehydration I will be up there in

moments "dealing" with the situation and I will be bringing my brother. That motivated her. She called me back after 1 and said she was seen and 

had asked for water. I do not even want to get into what the Dr. said was the problem. 

I have this ancient photo of an ancient relative in a store. I do not know which relative because I had two that owned stores. One was 

millinery store the other a grocery- butcher market. The photo has both food and milliner stuff in it. I can not get it to enlarge 

and stay in focus. This little mystery is bugging me. I have photos of both  of the men but in comparing the three of them together I still can not 

figure it out. I also have a photo that is very Bonnie and Clyde looking of I do not know who. 

Here is a little morsel of info. In a small town in West Virginia is a bank. This bank kept its money in a locked box inside a locked room. One 

of the Younger Gang, when asked about robbing that bank said "No it was too small and would not be a credit to his reputation." OK 

James. Word of advice to all of you banks that were robbed. Perhaps having a vault was NOT a good idea. Just saying......

Back to my photos......

Breakfast Letters: Battery

Breakfast Letters: Battery: "I have created orange cranberry scones for breakfast. And, although they are delicious with creamy butter slathered all over them they woul..."

Battery

I have created orange cranberry scones for breakfast. And, although they are delicious with creamy butter slathered all over them they 

would have been ooohhhhh so much better with clotted cream a' la' Val. I miss scones and clotted cream. Or in my case I miss having a 

scone with my clotted cream. I was skinnier when I worked at tea shop.

Dear business owner, yes I realize I am grossly overqualified for this job. That is my choice. I am applying here because this is what I want 

to do. Hello?.....D&G Hello?....

OK, A truck, towing a trailer, just pulled up  at the housing being constructed behind me. A pack of men jumped out ran over to the fence 

picked up stuff carried it back to the trailer each pair making two trips, loaded it, jumped back in the truck and are off again. Like a 

well oiled machine. Wonder what that was about? Secret stuff? Centex pirating from Pulte? Scavenger hunt?

Bank just sent me a text message as they do every day and have since March. They are asking me exactly what I am asking you...

"where's my money?"......dubstep.....I must go post it to my facebook.....hold on! Love that piece of music.....LOL

WOW that tea cozy keeps that pot of tea so nice and very hot! I think I burned my hand.

Dear neighborhood, watching me go out to my car and attempt to start it and you, as well as I, hear the car go tictictictic....... and it 

not start. Seeing me go back into my house and go no-where. Does that mean anything to you? Because I do not want to misinterpret 

your behavior. I saw the three of you, male creatures, watch the entire thing. I even saw the female creature across the street sit on her 

porch and watch as though my life is a reality show for her viewing enjoyment. Oh!! Wait!!! Maybe it is.....LOL In Cali I expect this 

sort of disregard for being neighborly but you.... you people!!! This is Texas we are part of the south.... there is a code here you people 

have somehow over-looked. Just because you shop at Walmart does not make you Southern! Just because you drive a truck does not 

make you a good ol boy Texan....Really??.... You want good ol boy Texas example??.... Drive to Junction!! Better yet, be a woman with a 

child and a dead car on I-10 just outside Junction and watch how real men respond. I even had Cali plates. They were still heroic and 

honorable. When they realized I was from Texas I became family. They did not know me. I did not live there. Which reminds me, Dan 

thank you for everything you must deep down inside be a Southerner. Much loves!!! Now, what the bloody hell is wrong with my

 car battery!!! 

There goes a bird walking down the street....LOL.....Still walking..... where do you suppose he is going?  It is 17 miles to Marion and I am 

not walking. Anyone going my way?.......

Jonathon

I am looking for ghosts again this weekend. Can we say obsessed? A little. If you understood my financial situation you would understand why I am digging in. Other than that I will give you several reasons. I can be Indiana Jones or any other number of adventuring archaeologist type. I am setting out on a project believing it will go one way and it always, always goes in a different direction. LOL.... what in my life does not...LOL Like a moment ago. I went downstairs to make a cocoa and ended up trying to rearrange my dining room. I had been putting birth certificate copies and death certificate copies and copies of this and that in files and I decided toorganize the files and post them on line to my tree to share with others. Which brings me to wondering why some people go to all the trouble of research and then do not wish to share with others what they have found. Is it a top government secret? Is it a threat to National security? Have they found the Area 51 papers? Like something their Great Grand Uncle 7x removed did will jeopardize them? People!! It is myth and legend and stories and tales. None of us were there so we can not say what is truth and what is not. One tale completely leaves out a side of the family that went in their minds "rogue". So to you "experts" you claim the writer is wrong. No, it is his story and he was incredibly patriotic and left out those people. He was ashamed of them and maybe just maybe, his wife who was related to the "rogues" by the way, maybe her family agreed to it. Maybe even asked that he do it. Get out of the so called facts of a paper trail and use a little common sense. Put yourself in their shoes. How would they feel? OK, ....LOL.... I am discovering a rich tradition of military service of my family. We were senators and congressional representatives and we stood (like in private conversation) with George Washington at Valley Forge and nursed the injured and wounded on the battlefield, on and on the history, legends, tales and myths go. Maybe I will discover that little gem of a tale that leads to another tale that leads to a clue to an obscure book in my book case that tells and points to something of great value. Like in the movie Fools Gold. Treasure is not always tangible. I reading about our, Americas, history from the people who were there. Not the people who wrote books for high school. Tales and letters and stories about relatives told at Thanksgiving dinners. I get to take day long vacations to places I have been to and to places I have not. I am searching through pages and pages of fashion from eras gone by trying to date the clothing in photos. Learning about whale bone corsets and how it was imperative as a man to be able to tie the correct knot in your tie depending on the time of day or where you were going. I am getting to know these people. Who they may have been. What they did. I discovered that the reason I can not find members of my immediate family is because they all up and went to California and were there in Sacramento helping to build the new state. They were there when the shooting incident occur ed in the court. They were friends of one of the men. I know this does not interest every one. That is a good thing. My children may not care. Or they may in another 40 years want to know. But right now I can look at a 120 year old book on my book shelf and I know the girl to whom it belonged 120 years ago.These ghosts I play with take on their own little personalities. Some tell me everything. Some tell me nothing. Some have nice stories and some have tragedy. Some were nefarious and some heroic. I do not like the ones that tell me nothing. No hint, no clue. Others have left behind lots of clues. Others leave clues, just not easy clues. Take for instance Johnathon. Legend says he was real but fact says prove it. since legend and myth are born of fact I must dig deeper. To really solve this to my satisfaction I must move. There is only so much information available on the web. Surprise! Now which ghost should I track down today?

F14

There I was writing a story I was well into paragraph 3 and it was a big one when the Butterfly flashes up the save or not to save memo 

and then before I can move the mouse she shuts down. Flutter and swish...gone. My breakfast letter with her. I have spent the last 23 minutes 

trying to get it back. LOL...... I feel psychotic. As usual I have poured my heart into the letter and can not get it back. Maybe later she will 

dance, my muse, back over here and I will be inspired again to soldier on. But for now this is all there is. 9-10 am.

I am starting fresh today I was not inclined to try and rewrite yesterday.

There in front of me the headlines screamed Beyonce in revealing dress. Well she has always, to me anyway, seemed to behave more ladylike than 

others and I had never seen her in a "hoochie" style dress so I thought I would go investigate. First of all the link took me to the OMG part of Yahoo 

which I hate. The reason the OMG. Really!!!!! You want to post celebrity trash on a page with GODs name on it.??? Really??? As if GOD needs

you to draw HIS attention to their lives?...Really?? The page with the skimpy dress took eons to load. I surmised that the dress was not that 

skimpy or would have loaded faster......LOL.... I never saw the dress. The loading time and the OMG had  me fleeing.

I went to the Elected Officials Reception to take photos for the Chamber. I dressed casual. I was trying to blend out. Be invisible. Subtle. 

Quiet. Unobtrusive......LOL.... well for those of you who know me and remember me ......LOL..... I was quiet. I was stealthy. But when you 

are flashing a camera around and taking over 60 photos I am shocked to say people notice. oops!!! I should have dressed up. My bad!! 

Horatio came screaming out of the Chuckie Cheese parking lot and nearly took out a tree. Horrific bloody crime scene? Bad pizza or

did that giant Rat Chuckie scare him. I confess I do not like the giant rat. However, I wish to thank him right now because he gave me the 

magic to tell this next story. I was living in Alaska and we decided to go check out Chuckie Cheese. I had never heard of it and we were told 

it was better than Shakeys.....uh NO NO it was NOT!!!!!......and they had fun and games and a giant Rat. oh woody hoody !!!! In Alaska 

people, there is not much to do when it is -42. As were are  waiting in line in spy the most fabulous red watch with Chuckies face on 

the face. I have to have it. This watch made even the grooviest design by Swatch look bad. The husband refused to buy it because it was tacky. 

He also said if I wanted a new watch we would go look at the Seiko watches the next day. I wanted that watch. I wanted fun, quirky, 

and the unusual. Weird huh?..... To my horror here came Chuckie gamboling with the crowd. He stopped in front of me and attempted to take 

my hand for a kiss. A that moment a brilliant plan streaked through my brain. I pulled my hand back and asked in front of all the people 

who were starring " Do you want a kiss Chuckie?" Of course... he shook his his big masked head. He leaned in for one. I said "I want a present." 

He stopped. Awkward for Chuckie. The husband in a random act of mercy said "she wants that red watch over there." Chuckie leans back 

taps his finger to his head bows and teeters off to harass the rest of the people waiting in line. The group of us move on get our pizza and 

drinks and start watching the families, we did not bring ours it was adult night out. To my surprise Chuckie shows up at the table and offers 

me his hand. I stand up and he presents me the watch. He then leans over to kiss my hand. I grab his big face and plant one on his cheek. His 

hand goes up to touch his face and he jumps and twirls and gallops off. It was hysterical. I had my watch! I put it on straight way. I 

wore it whenever I wore red or anything with red. It was my favorite watch until Batman came out and I had to have a Batman watch.

Many years later Topgun had just come out in theaters F14s were all the rage again and I wanted a tomcat patch. One Friday 

afternoon in the middle of the rush of weekend pilots I spied a Tomcat patch on an obviously experienced pilot. He was followed by a 

group of much younger, cockier, frat boy pilots. I made a point to admire him for a moment so I had his attention. "Bloody Hell!! an 

F14 pilot. Cool Patch. Can I have it?" He grins, I grin, the game is on. His boys are so in. "I can not just give this away to anyone." I 

am not just anyone! "How about a trade?" A trade..... I subtly move my right hand over to touch my wedding ring. He notices. I smile 

his boys start to whooping.... Sure I can make a trade I seductively say. He takes his left hand so I can see his wedding band and takes a hold 

of my left arm where my watch, my red Chuckie Cheese watch is wrapped around my wrist. He goes off like an excited school boy. "Oh 

wow a Chuckie Cheese watch!!!!" I want it!" How about a trade? I take my arm back and remove the watch which I dangle between us.

"Really?" Well.... It is very valuable and it was a gift from Chuckie..... He takes off the patch. "Come on." We make the trade. He turns to show it off to the 

shocked frat fly boys. I squeal like a girl and add a wooohooo!!! I grab him and plant a big smoochie kiss right on him and dance back off to 

my office. Him and his flight check in and he waves his watch clad arm at me as he and the boys who wave also leave. Like I said I 

owe Chuckie a big thank you. I still have that patch. 

Want to trade?