I still need to write the next piece on writing a joke. Just read the stream and leave me be.

 Being sick is no fun. Wise words from a big yellow bird. He initially fakes being sick, then really becomes sick. I have not faked being sick for sometime. But I am mildly sick now. To me mildly is a slight fever, cough, and nasal congestion. I can usually work with it, but it is no fun. And yep you guessed right, good ol’ sinus infection. I blow and blow and blow, like the big bad wolf blowing down the house. Here little piggy, piggy. Damn some good BBQ sounds good right about now. Sure its after 9 as of this writing, but BBQ is good anytime when the mood strikes. So is sex. I liked Sesame Street when I was a kid. I like the fact that my kids will get to watch it. What I don’t like is that damn Tickle Me Elmo Extreme. Looks like it is masturbating when it is slapping its knee. And the laughing is just creepy. Creepy laughs are bad, but growing up the worst were the loud full belly laughing my father was and is capable of, especially if watching a movie with friends or in public. Nothing was more embarassing then my parents, at least for awhile. I can’t fault them, they were just being themselves. Now I am proud of them and often brag, especially about my father. He started a trail club, Kemo Trail Corps, at a local national park, Kennesaw Mountain. He has won a national forest service volunteer of the year award. He almost seems more busy then before he was retired. If I win the lottery I could retire. Not sure I would though. I like my current job, and it would seem a waste of my education to just quit. Although I could then do whatever I wanted, but I have always had a probelm with self-motivation. I always seem to need an external force to start the boulder down the mountain.

Damn, lost the paddles. I guess that’s the end of this week’s stream.