Another week has passed since my last post.

One might ask, (one might, but since I don't have comments properly set up, one might not know if another one is asking) where the name of this blog came from.



There used to be a radio commercial, where a guy was selling something and it was one of those "too-good-to-be-true" deals. Another guy chimed in, "Hey I didn't just fall off the turnip truck".



It has been a code word in my family for some stupid person. Like our Turnip-in-Chief.

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So I'm working the other day. A customer asked me where our halibut came from.



"Alaska," I respond.



"I'm afraid of fish from polluted waters."



"Well, Alaska has the cleanest ocean waters on earth, I'm told." adding "Despite the oil spills."



"They've found dioxin in the sperm of polar bears."



"Well......" (moves to attend to hopefully ringing phone)



What possesses him to share this tidbit of information with me. I suppose someone could know this in the normal course of life, particularly someone who shops at a natural foods store and follows EarthFirst type things. It's just that scenario it conjures up in my mind.



Scientist, in white labcoat, hands test tube to assistant, "Beaker, go get a sperm sample from Gentle Ben out there."



Mercifully, I will let the picture fade to black there.

Laurie has made it home. Actually she's been back since the day of my last post. She's bearing my cold now.



It definitely sucks being sick. What's worse, perhaps, is being around a sick person.

Meeting this morning at the store. Things keep getting better. Halibut is now in season. We'll make some money this week maybe.



Maybe I should backtrack a little. Nope, I 'm gonna go lie down.

Here I go again. I'm fighting a cold and feel like I'm drowning in snot. Going to bed before I have to go to work.

Well, here I go. It's a start to something. I've been looking at these things for months now and thinking maybe I should get on the bandwagon before it gets away from me. I'm here at home tonight listening to the basketball game (Kansas vs. Texas Tech).



My wife, Laurie, is off cross-country skiing in Winter Park and I'm playing on the computer. I tend to stay up too late when she's away, reading or watching TV or something besides getting to sleep. I don't know if it's because she draws me into bed when she's home (that sounds strange) or I just don't want to face sleeping alone.



Anyway, a normal Monday at the store. Working in retail, I've lost any sense (guess I could end the sentence right there.) of the weekly cycle.