You know my normal writing style (style may be a stretch) is “from the heart” or serious with an occasional attempt at humor.  This one is from the top of my head, nothing serious and it remains to be seen if there will be any humor; just some random thoughts.

It is New Years Eve and I am home alone. I believe that is a first; oh I have spent a lot of them at home but not alone.  Although it wasn’t uncommon for Sharyl to say goodnight about 10 o’clock and leave me to bring in the new one however I wanted as long as I was quiet and didn’t try to include her in my little celebration.

You notice the title is simply ’13.  I think it is time to quit saying twenty thirteen or, heaven forbid, two thousand thirteen. I guess it is okay to write it, but don’t say it.  If it were still last century we would just say ’57 or ’72 or ’91.  I’m not going to talk about it but I think the Y2K fiasco deserves a mention. A hundred years from now I can just picture one of my great or great great grand sons griping because people are saying twenty-one thirteen instead of just ‘13.

I’m back; I had to put the black-eyed peas in the crock-pot.  My mom and Sharyl always fixed those for New Years.  I think they were supposed to bring prosperity for the coming year.  I’m not sure they worked, but I’m afraid not to eat some.  I really don’t much like the things; I can’t stand the ones that come out of a can.  I’m cooking the dry kind, and will put enough other “stuff” in them to disguise the pea taste.  I hope that “stuff” doesn’t affect the prosperity thing.

I had a call this week from a technology challenged relative.  They were not home, I guess they are advancing because they do have a cell phone; they wanted me to look in my phone book and find an address for them.  I hadn’t seen a phone book, much less used one in a year or two.  Against my better judgment I complied with their request instead of using my trusted source, the computer.  I gave them the wrong address; the place had relocated a few months ago, I should have used this.  I hope they don’t read what I write; I don’t think they even know I write.

I am also technology challenged, recently Braxton helped me with Instagram and Rylie helped me transfer my music from CDs to my IPOD, but it isn’t because I don’t try.  I honestly don’t know how I would have made it through the last four years without my computers, IPAD and cell phone.  I must be careful here or I will get into some of that “from the heart” stuff. I promise I won’t go there tonight.

I have used this thing for everything from medical research, to shopping for hard to find stuff, to just killing time.  I even learned to blog a little bit and when it became necessary for me to learn to cook I could look here for recipes:

Or I could look here:

Thank god for Google; I couldn’t find anything in those books and most of the time I didn’t understand the instructions anyway.

I think I need to upgrade my word-processing software; spellchecker didn’t recognize Google.

I just looked at the clock; I think this is the first time I have “blogged” in a New Year; anyway “HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Thanks for helping me get ’13 off and running and forgive the goofy mood. I promise, the strongest thing I have had to drink is a Pepsi One. There has been a little bit of George Jones, Loretta Lynn, Willie and some other Country Legends blaring in the background, I’m surprised you didn’t hear them.  I’ve gotta mention one of my old favorites, Roger Miller, talk about marching to a different drumbeat.

Keep me in your prayers.

Good Night and God Bless.

Dave