This must be the day of the Eyebrow Pulloff. The Brows have already drug that big barn rope across the face of the arena and stretched it out full length across the bridge between them. I feel for them while they are deeply rooting themselves to their individuallly assigned territories with toes firmly anchored around the edges of the Iris watering troughs. In this position, their nails teasingly keep tickling the inside tracks undercover making them uncomfortably red and itchy. This aoutomatically triggers the sprinkling systems which get on the ball and cause a slow flow of misting or sweating. If you plan on coming to watch, better bring an umbrella! I think I know the person in charge, you know, the guy running this whole show because I thought I heard a distant "HAY FEVOR" being thrown from a voice anxious to get this thing up and running! Sure hope I'll be able to see you when it's over!

At what level is it considered high tech?
Can someone bring me up to date please? My latest information (and this is really OLD) is that the weather reporter on TV doesn't have the actual weather map behind him the way we see it at home on our TV screen. He has to actually look at what is being analogged (Soon it will be digitized)to make it appear authentic. We can proudly make this possible because of our high tech abilities.
This is where I stumble. If I were the weatherman and with our HIGH TEC. abilities, wouldn't I want to be looking at a map to shoot at with my pointer stick or at least to give it a proper wave of the hand at the right time and vacinity in concert with my tongue?

Don't we all wish we would have been the originator? This very simple idea of dispensing life itself reflects love and kindness folded over and over and over! It reflects concern that our brother/sister be brought along to their full potential, literally pulling them through tight spots as we move forward ourselves. As a matter to note, we actually refuse to move ahead without tightening our hand hold around their wrist so we can conquer access to new territory and see new worlds together! It reflects a rich flowing of faith, faith heaped in bulk, faith that our neighbor will grab our wrist when the time has obviously come and will give us a pull and tug us through the obstacle that has us trapped in it's sticky pocket. No, we can't re-invent the wheel but we can surely adopt the principle of this lovely dispensing secret folded over and over and over into this everyday dispenser.

Ordinary people that have elevated their rank until they qualify as TV cellebs must have an x-tra built in-sense! You can see them start toward the door before the doorbell dings. Or you might see them staring at the phone until it rings, or they'll let you know that they know exactly what the next person is thinking because you can read it on their lips.
While watching that x-tra in-sense glide across stage, I became curious how this ingredient might be helpful in other arenas.
Police celleb - could spot the next red light blitzer beginning to tune up for his next blitz from a block away!
Primed Minister celleb could pre-adjust the quality/length of the sermon to fit the sum total of what that mornings offering will be.
X-Tra In-Sense wouldn't work for College Prof Cellebs. If they'd be able to see what small fraction of their delivery is going to be unwrapped, their countenance would fall like a sledge, their temp would go out the top (or at least ring the bell clear up at the top) which would make them feel sick and they'd have to stay home!
How about a Kountry Kitchen Celleb? You would no longer need to plan your meals you could simply stand there until they came to you. That's the one I want! Where is the Kountry Kitchen rank elevator? Meanwhile, I'll try to ride my treadmill powered scooter up a plank to elevate my rank!

Whenever I tried to write this blog, my word would take over. It would crowd out all fresh facts and fill the space with "That reminds me of" kinds of history. Oh, it was interesting enough but not very fitting so, I'd delete it and type my next sentence. BANG! the page would instantly, once again, be full of things that happened in some yesterday. I would patiently erase and start another sentence only to be continually challenged by thoughts from my word! I finally realized that my word had applied for the search Engine's job and was trying to leave an impression with me since I was the driver.
Then I woke up and my word isn't giving me any help with writing this blog, therefore the fresh facts and history is all in the same wheelborrow to be dumped onto the middle of the page so it can free flo until it settles!