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Ingredients:
1 stick margarine
1 cup sugar
6 egg whites
6 egg yolks
8 oz Starbucks Frappachino
1 cup sugar
6 tbsp baking flour (Softasilk, Pillsbury)
food coloring, yellow
1 tbsp vanilla extract

Filling:
Mix 1 stick butter/margarine
Add Starbucks slowly
Add 1/2 cup sugar
Mix into paste (on high)

Cake:
Mix egg whites till stiff
Add yokes one at a time
Add vanilla extract
Slowly add1/2 cup sugar
Slowly add flour
Add 4 drops food coloring

Preheat oven 400.
Pour batter onto large greased cookie sheet or wide shallow pan
Bake for 15 minutes
Cake should rise to approx 1-2 inches high

Preparation:
Generously spread filling on cake while still in pan
Roll up cake onto itself to create a roll
Finish roll with extra filling to help keep roll in place

It’s that time of the year . . . Ellen, Vera, Mike, Kristin, Brian, Dion, Marc?, and Phil

Got rid of the apartment. Good riddance. Found a nice house to rent, and saved a few bucks on the monthly. A garage and a yard.

I was starting to get comfortable with the notion the house would not sell. It did. My neighbor, good o’l George, put his house on the market just when ours was coming off. This resulted in a lot of spill-over traffic. Turns out, what we lacked in upgrades we were able to make up for in “location”. We received and accepted a very reasonable offer. Good thing too. My neighbors would have killed me for accepting anything less. That’s not to say I am happy to have sold the house. Heck. Now I’m house-less. I miss it. Where once my “private” patio overlooked a serene canyon with birds and whispering palms, I now enjoy a great close up view of the apartment complex parking lot joined by the I15 Freeway only yards from the lots edge. This sucks. But hey, I picked the place out, smart guy that I am. Second to a yard, I miss my neighbors. Joe, John, Gras, and Sheri. And George, and Frank, and Tim . . . those two guys with the dogs, life was good.

I also miss the quiet, and the garage. There is something to be said about groceries and an attached garage with a full size fridge. Right now I have to walk a block to my assigned space. Sure, exercise is good. Right.

The adventure has begun.

Ok, this one’s not mine. I ran across this a while back and promptly lost it. Somehow, it ended up in my inbox, sent from a good friend with shared interests. While it begs to be verified, it is an interesting statement. I do not know the origin.

How Standards Are Created

The U.S. standard railroad gauge (distance between rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That’s an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used? Because that’s the way they built them in England, and English expatriates built the US Railroads.

Why did the English build them like that? Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that’s the gauge they used.

Why did “they” use that gauge then? Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing. Continue Reading »

A few months back I put the house on the market, and, I am not terribly excited. In fact, I don’t like the idea. I am not even sure how I got into this. Ok, maybe I do. It all started one day while sitting with my wife in the backyard. I said, hey wanna sell the house? Get something smaller, reduce our debt and monthly expenses? Yea, that must have been it, how could I have missed it? Man, did that ever set her off. She was very excited. I tried to slow her down, cause I have some conditions that have to be met. She said “sure sure sure, thank you, thank you, thank you”. Gosh, from her reaction you would think she hated our house.

So, we came to an understanding. Continue Reading »

Now really, what has the world of automation come to. Supposedly, if all goes as advertised, this email message will appear as a post in a WordPress powered website. Indeed we shall see. Next thing you know, you’ll be able to post pictures via email. And, I am not talking about a snapshot, but a whole album zipped as an attachment!

Yea, sorry, I’m a newbie.

Over the years I have gotten used to periodically posting to my personal cyberspace tidbits of where I have been, and pictures I’ve taken along the way. It was more of an ego thing than practical. Times have changed. My ego is still very much intact. But, it’s time for something else . . .

Bozone Layer (n.): The substance surrounding certain people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozonelayer, unfortunately, for those afflicted shows little sign of breaking down

That’s a cock. Continue Reading »