Well! So far June is much better than May. I was actually putting some finishing touches on Chapter 22 for My Story and in addition to a break for lunch, thought I would do a bit of blogging. My friend, Rachel, whom I have know for 25 years is a wonderful blogger on My Space and she has shamed me into being more attentive to THIS...my personal blog. She and I are both aghast at the news of Clay Aikman's turkey-baster father-hood. I fixed a wonderful sandwich for lunch. On a couple of slices of crusty sourdough wheat bread I buttered one slice, piled on a couple of slices of canned Argentinian corned beef, a couple of very thin-sliced purple onion and some home-made Russian dressing with just a tad of horse-radish. It was so messy and crumbly I ended up eating it leaning over the sink.

Speaking of Clay Aikman, are all the 'hosts' on QVC and HSN gay? I sort of expect a flamer to be peddling women's make-up, hair-products, and stretch plus-size Capri pants but when they are selling a power washer and the host talks to a customer why do they ALWAYS end the phone call by saying, "Bub-Bi?" Why not Good Bye? Or why not, "See you"? or how about "Later"? or even "get off the phone, loser". Anything but...."BUB-BI".

Someone just wrote and asked me if I had any audio tapes of shows on KDWB. Hmmmm. Not really. Oh, well. What's the deal with Madilyn Migden...or whatever her name is...? Her entire face is petrified. Really. You don't even know who she is. You don't care. Well then.....Bub-bi.

Rob