I think I have talking disease. I LOVE to yak. Yak Yak Yak! When you live alone, it is quite possible to go a full day or two without uttering a single word. Unless you are talking to yourself. They say that it is ok to talk to yourself as long as you don't answer. That's sorta stupid.

On of my little Grand nephews...the one we call Lilo....asked me last week why I'm always yakking. At least he wasn't like Moon who told me he 'hated my damn stories'. For those of you, unfamiliar with the Central Valley portion of My Life, Moon was the producer and morning crew member of my morning show. There was quite a crew in California. Besides Moon, there was Gary DeMaroney, Marco, and Tony. At least that was the 'paid' gang toward the end of my run. I liked everbody except Gary. Nobody liked Gary. In fact...we all hated him. If it weren't for Gary DeMaroney we would have hit the big time. We would have been champ! (Joke)

Now, the reason I think I talk to much, when I get the chance, is because a few hours later, that same little Lilo interupted me in mid-sentence, holding up his hand for me to stop,saying, "Put it on pause!"

Since it has been so long since I wrote, I have had dozens of ideas for wonderful blogs....but now I am drawing a blank. I dropped some email to some friends before coming here and I guess I just used up all the creativety I have....so..I'll try again tomorrow.

Take care!

Rob