Going Camping?

Here's a cheap fix doo-hickey to light up your next tent camping experience.  Empty gallon jug.  Head lamp strapped around it with the bulb facing inward.  Bingo.  Ambient light in your tent.  How utterly romantic!!!  Or, utterly illuminating......

My idea of camping these days is a room at Motel 6.  That's roughing it.

Life's Minor Irritations

Back in the day (which wasn't that long ago) when dogs freely roamed neighborhoods, there was always at least one male dog who would pee on my freshly blackened tires and shiny wheels.  It would always happen within hours after I had spent hours readying the "rod" for a night on the town.  I'm not talking a few drops of urine.  I'm talking like 8 - 16 ounces of yellow, disgusting, stinky pee.  Gross. 

When this damn dog took a leak on my car I'd kind of go nuts.  Grrr.  I'd jump up and down.  Cuss up a storm.  I wanted to kill that MoFo!  Throw rocks at anything that moved.  Lay awake at night scheming how to trap the male who desrespected me by peeing on my pride and joy.  I thought of putting electric fence wire all around the tires.  One drop of pee and that dog's ding dong would be feeling pain.  Or, I could lay in wait in a bush neat the car, armed with my trusty Red Ryder b-b gun (if you don't know who Red Ryder is please stop reading this blog). 

This went on through most of my high school years until weekend after weekend there wasn't a trace of pee on the tires or wheels.  Puzzling, I thought.   What happened?  These things don't stop just like that? 

A month later I learned that Butch, a St Bernard, who lived with a not so nice family half a block down the hill, had been hit by a car.  Old Butch didn't make it.  It just had to be Butch who was doing the nasty deed.   Had to be him.   How could I have missed such a large animal trotting down the driveway just to take a whiz?  Almost impossible. 

Then I thought again.  Hmmmmm.  Could it have been my little brother peeing on my tires when he was peed off at me (which was often. ..I wasn't a very good big brother)? 

I confronted my brother, "Who's peeing on the tires of my car?  I'm going to beat the pee out of whoever is doing that!!" 

Little brother smirked,  "I don't know."  "Well, I'm waiting for them.  Spread the word," I said.

Interestingly, the tires and wheels remained pee free for the remainder of my time in high school.  To this day I have no clue who or what was peeing on my car.

But I have my suspicions. 

Travel for Pennies

Wow!  A Vespa powered camper.  How absolutely economical.  If you're a loner, this is for you.  Actually, buy one for the girl friend and a second Bufalino for you.  I think you'd still come out ahead.

Here's a piece written on this little camper:

"Here is the Bufalino camper from the German designer, Cornelius Comanns, which has been meticulously designed to meet the basic needs of one person during the periods of travel. Designed as flexible and economic, the construction of Bufalino Camper is based on a three wheeled piaggio APE 50 vehicle and most of its parts including the frame, the chassis, and engine are derived from the original. Featuring all the facilities that a man enjoys at home (a bed, two seating units, a cooking zone a refrigerator etc.) and would need to survive as well as spend his time with ease and comfort while traveling, Bufalino gives the user range, immense pleasure and opportunity to move on and explore the wild."

They say necessity is the mother of invention.  With gas prices going up, up  and up there's bound to be work arounds like this on the market.

Cozy!

But Four Months Of Age

Kinzie has her own fenced area.  It's under a large tree which shades her not only from the sun but also serves as protection for Kinzie from hawks.  A 2.5 pound pup would be nothing for a bird of prey to scoop her up for dinner.  We have to be alert when she's free to roam the backyard.

Grace is whistling something while displaying something artistic she created last Monday.

I had a CT scan this morning.  Interesting process.  While waitinig to be released, four deputies escorted a felon into the room next to mine.  He was shackled but none the less, the powers to be felt it necessary to send four armed guards to keep others from harms way.   I wonder what crime this man had comitted to warrant such public protection. 

Cowtown's Best?

Gee, it's been over a week since the last post.  What the hell have I been doing?  When the sun shines you can bet your bottom dollar that this boy isn't sitting around a computer writing about stupid, trivial stuff.  I'm out doing it.  The past week or more has been ripe for just that. 

So lookee here.  People busted and sitting in the slammer.  How'd you like to meet these characters in a dark alley.  Hmmmm.  Defintely not Cowtown's finest.  This guy up above.  What do you think he was thinking when he tatted all that shit on his face?  Probably wasn't thinking. 

Is this the hair-do of tomorrow.  She has to be someone's mom.  Picture Junior, who probably is a good looking, well employed kid (I like to think the best of our youngsters) bringing a date home to meet dear old mom.  I don't think the date would be coming back for Thanksgiving dinner.

And this idiot.  A Nazi deal on his chest.  How utterly stupid.  Yes, this is a free country (not really) but there should be limits on decency.  If I were the judge sentencing this guy part of any parole condition would be to remove that damn thing and to never ever put ink on his body like that never ever again.   At the very least his dad should take this lad to the woodshed for a lesson in civility.

I finished waxing the sides of the boat yesterday and scubbed the deck.  This morning my neck and back are telling me that I did too much.  Interior work this morning (cleaning and organizing).  Wifey and I will shop for kitchen counter tile for one of the rentals.  Busy is as busy does.

Midnight In Harlem

An Oreo Cookie and Milk

Ever wondered where you had your first taste of an Oreo cookie?  Was it mom and cookies or milk out of the carton and and an Oreo?  Likely the latter.  Ever dunk your Oreo in milk?  Loved that.

Apparently this photo was snapped by a Korean ad agency destined for limited viewing in that country.  Limited?  Ha.  In this world of Internet nothing is sacred or safe from publication. 

Some find offense with this photo and I betcha each one of them live in America.  I think it's cute.  What do you think?

It's A Wifey Workout

This photo of Wifey's workout was published in a Wine Country newspaper more than a few years ago. 

Where's all the guys?

Even today Wifey still hits the gym for a workout.  She's definitely a creature of habit and has very low blood pressure to show for this effort.  Lucky girl.

Thought For The Day

Takes Money to Make Money

Did you know:

Next time you feel like giving someone your 2 cents, you won't need more than a penny. That's because when you factor in materials, manufacturing costs and overhead, it took 2.4 cents to produce a single Lincoln cent last year, the U.S. Mint says.

Those nickels hiding in your sofas and purses are pricey, too. It cost roughly 11.2 cents to make one U.S. nickel -- like the penny, more than double the coin's face value.

Critics suggest it's time for the Mint to start pinching its pennies. A bill before Congress would mandate a switch to a cheaper metal -- steel -- for pennies and nickels. It's about time!

Ever wonder who's minding the store?

The Task At Hand

Okay, enough silliness about packing up and living out of a trailer.  Who am I trying to kid anyway?  Time to get down to the business of sailing.  What lurkes behind the locked gates of our home is a 25 foot monster who's begging to be waxed beofre she goes in the water.  Cleaning and waxing the exterior of this puppy is no easy task.

I should really hire someone to do that.  Really, I should.  It's likely there's an unemployed lad out there needing money for groceries who would jump at the chance to wash and shine Sparkle Plenty.  I just might do that.

This being said, a good workout giving SP a handjob (mind out of the gutter, please) would be what the good doctor ordered.  So it's a toss-up.  So what's it going to be:  Money paid to a staving lad with a family or a pretty good workout for Bob?

The time is fast approaching to launch SP for the season.  Better either shit or get off the pot on this one.

Ya think?

This Just In

Wifey says she'll help me pack.  "Go ahead", she says.  "I'm staying here.  You go have fun."

What to do.  What to do.  What to do.  Stay or go alone.

There's always a price to pay for adventure.

We're Cashing Out ----Leaving Town

Wifey and I just finished watching the Long, Long Trailer and we're convinced this is life for us.  No lawn to mow.  No dishes to wash (paper plates, plastic utensils, Solo cups).  Good-bye property taxes.  Maritial bliss (just watch the movie . . .you'll see).  Ahhh, that's the life for us.

Good-bye Cowtown. . .hello wild blue yonder!

I Could Go For That. .. Then Again, Could I Go For That?

An old favorite put in 21st century terms.....Can you go for that?

Classical Orgasm

Symphonic orgasm.  Try it.

What's Your Sign?

What's your sign?  If I had my druthers my sign would be the one you see here.  Hamm's Beer!  It used to grace the top of Hamm's brewery in San Francisco.  It was really cool.  The beer glass would fill with yellow and when empty it would turn to blue.  One of a kind. 

The brewery and this sign are long gone.  An article this week in the San Francisco paper mentioned it and asked readers if they knew what had happened to the Hamm's sign.  Hope they find it. 

The Doggie Diner sign was another favorite.  I'd mount this puppy on top of the house.  People would drive by and yell, "BOB, YOU DOG, YOU!"

Like the Hamm's sign this one is long gone, too.  Damn it was cool.  Why do people who do things get rid of cool shit like these signs?  There ought to be a law.

You ever eat at a Doggie Diner?  My favorite location, and there were a handful, was Van Ness Ave at Golden Gate.  Late night rockin' out in the City come time to drive an hour north to home and I had the muchies.  Stop at the Doggie Diner, buy a dog, any dog, maybe a couple and munched my way home.

I was stopped by the highway patrol once while driving home and eating something from Doggie Diner.  The cop asked if I had been drinking and I said hell, no (I was kind of fibbing). . .. Officer, I said, you ever try driving and holding your weenie at the same time?  It's a bitch!

He kind of looked at me and then I help up my foot long weenie Doggie Diner special.  Sorry officer, I said, I'd better pull over and finish this in case someone else thinks I'm driving under the influence of Doggie Diner. 

I still have a wrapper from Doggie Diner.  Funny that years later it's survived and rests in my box of keepsakes.  Since Doggie Diner is no more it's a keeper.  Ya think?

Got The Itch To Sail (away).........

Bee Sting!!!

Late yesterday afternoon little 2 1/2 pound Kinzie was stung on the tummy by a bee.  Not good for a creature this size.  This had the potential to do in our little girl.    Fortunately there was a supply of Benedryl in the house.  We quickly cut a tablet into an eighth and saw that the little pup downed it.  After removing the stinger Wifey cut a quick trail to the vet's office.

I believe that a quick reaction saved Kinzie's life.  Whew!

A Look At Life Without Gasoline

With a gallon of gas headed towards five bucks, it's going to be every man, woman and child for them selves.  It's gonna be a Mad Max world, people!

Count Em

How many?  Seventy-two all together.  Asters.  In this planter located in the center of the backyard lawn area.  I had planned on putting these little jewels into the soil but Wifey really wanted that job more than I.  She's a down on her knees, feel the earth, get dirty, loves to make mud-pies kind of lady.

Now if I can only get the three dogs from romping through the Asters in due time they'll grow and be lovely.  Somehow the pups take delight in running through this area, locating a stray cow turd that hasn't been broken up, rolling around in the wet soil and just plain get dirty (which they do seem to enjoy).

Unfortunately (or fortunately), dogs will be dogs.

Whatta Schnozz

I'm looking a little like Jimmy Durante.  You probably don't remember Jimmy.  He's a celebrity from the 30's and 40's.  Known for his nose, his songs and maybe his acting.

When I look in the mirror I think WOW, I've got a schnozz just like Durante!!

And there it is.  Swollen.  Red.  Scabby.  What you're looking at is three weeks of treatment to rid my schnozz of skin cancer.  Basal cell carcinoma to be exact.  Serves me right.  Never used sun block.  Now look at me. 

I look at it this way:  This is much better than being sliced and diced.  You see, when nose cartilege is removed . .. that's one thing.  No big deal.  Only thing cartilege does not regenerate.  Any slicing or dicing on the old schnozz leaves craters that never fill in.  That's why I like the application of a cream that causes the basal cells to die and leaving no scarring.  I just look like hell, that's all.  People stare.  I tell them the wife bopped me a good one.  You should call the cops, they say.  I smile.

Three more weeks of medication.  Half way through.  I can do it. 

JFK Sailing

There's something to be said about a man who loves to sail and who does it regularly.  John Kennedy was that. . .there's a lot to be said (and not said) about our former President who seemed to find relaxation and peace on the water. 

I find sailing to be Zen like in nature.  Peace.  Harmony.  In tune with the elements.  Almost like meditation. 

They say that once you learn how to ride a bike you'll never forget how.  True.  Sailing is like that.  Once you've mastered the art of sailing, you'll always be a sailor and you'll always be able to sail most any craft.  Apart from hoisting the sails there's a fair amount of skill required to sail from point A to B and C then home again. 

Then there's emergencies a sailor must be able to manage.  Coping with someone falling overboard while under full sail and lots of wind.  If a component in the rigging breaks then what?   Knowledge of how to manage injuries of a passenger when there's no one else to help. What if the boat takes on water?  Then what? 

Driving the boat is one thing.  Doing that and everything else well is yet another.

I think of John Kennedy as a good skipper who could manage any problem on the water.  As President, it was also JFK's job to manage any problem on his "watch".  Good sailors can multi-task and translate skills learned at sea into most anything on land.  He did just that (well, most of the time).

7th Time's A Charm?

Starting out by marrying his cousin back in the 50's wasn't enough, Jerry Lee Lewis has done it again:  He recently married wife number 7.  Lucky 7?  Hmmmm.  Wife number 6 sure wasn't lucky. 

Some of us have to keep trying until we get it right.  Old Jer Lewis is just one of those guys.  He's like the Ever Ready Bunny who keeps marrying and marrying. ... and marrying.  You'd think he'd learn and just shack up.  He'd be a whole lot of money ahead.

Here's a picture of the newly weds.  She's like 62 something.  He's 76. 

The wedding toast was simple.  Shots of Geritol followed by Jer snorting three lines of crushed Viagra. No doubt he was looking for that Kodak moment . .. an erection lasting for over 36 hours (that does happen according to the TV ads).  That's when the old man climbs on the piano to pound out GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!

I hope they post that on You Tube.

Ain't love grand?

LMAO. ... This is the shit that would happen to me. . .. and you?

Jerry Lee Lewis What'd I Say

Earlier this month old Jer married for the 7th time.  When the judge asked Jerry if he'd take his girl friend to be his lawfully wedded wife, Jerry said, WHAT'D I SAY?!!!

The Eyes Have It

Like it?  Does it bring on thoughts of a juicy burger?   Hmmm.

Well, it's actually an ad for Burger King in the Netherlands. The most ingenious aspect is undoubtedly the lettuce-green mascara, which has been artfully clumped to better resemble a vegetable addition, but I'm also totally into the tiny white dots on the eyelids. It was McDonald's who captured these sesame seeds in song, as an ad for the Big Mac, but Burger King's clearly got its rival beat by recreating the garnish in eye shadow.

It must be fun to work to create off the wall advertising.  That would be right up my alley.

The Fixx - One Thing Leads To Another

And that's a fact, Jack!

Happy TGIF (short for toes go in  first)!!!!

Which One?

Something for everyone.  Or is yours a combo with fries? 

Jack in the Box - Man Marries Bacon Super Bowl Commercial (2012)

you're invited to my wedding. .  . help me eat the bride!  :)

Big Things In Little Packages

Kinzie may be just 13 weeks old and weigh 2 pounds/2 ounces but she more than makes up for size in her energy.  She's a fireball, hell on wheels and pops until she drops.  Don't be fooled by the innocent, "what me?" look she sports.  Big things do come in little packages.

By all appearances she'll only weigh but 4 pounds at maturity. 

Our new pup has adjusted well with exception of sleeping all night.  She'll wake and beginning whining anywhere from 3:30 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. meaning she needs to hit the backyard quickly and consume a little morning chow.  Then it's back to snoozing.

Kiri loves to romp with the new pup.  They'll chase and wrestle.  Interestingly, the older of the two is careful not to bite or be too rough with Kinzie.  But then Kiri is amost a pup herself being but two years of age, she still loves rough and tumble stuff along with a good chase around the yard and sometimes all through the house (I should video the house stuff...too funny!). 

While Kiri is care with the little one, Kinzie isn't always that considerate.  Once in a while during one of their wrestling matches, Kinzie will come up with a mouth full of blonde fuzz that's been snatched from Kiri's underbody.  If it were hurting her, Kiri would be the first to yelp which thus far has not happened.

Here's a move that Kiri loves:  Get underneath the small dog and flip her over.  Such fun!

At one time one dog was plenty.  Then there were two.  When Kiri adopted us little Zoe was still alive which made three.  Not long after Kiri's arrival Zoe passed away leaving us with the former and Zinnia.  Two dogs were enough.  Then Wifey gets the bug for another small pup much like 5 pound Zoe.  So here we are.

Three dogs may not seem like a lot of trouble but they really do demand attention, Vet checks and medications along with regular shots, expensive chow, and training.  Camping in the RV will be somewhat more burdensome than with two dogs.  While camping there's three to walk two or three times a day, three to take outside every couple of hours on leash to do their duty, three to live in the confines of a 30" trailer when it rains., three to stumble over while living in close quarters, three to entertain. 

While at home Kinzie just can't run loose alone in the backyard.  You see, all around us are predators who would love a little morsel like Kinzie.  I'm talking about the hawks and owls who frequent the trees around our home.  They're the birds of prey who we need to watch for.

It's not that I don't like dogs and not that I don't love this little bundle of fire we're adopted.  I do.  Ya just have to ask yourself when it comes to things like taking on a new dog, How Much Is Enough?

Man, three has got to be more than enough.

Rice On A Hillside

A photo in the Sacramento newspaper caught my eye last week.  It was similar to the ones you see here.  What an interesting and resourceful use of land. 

Luck of the Irish

We had a crew over for a St. Paddy's dinner.  It 's always a chore to plan and prepare a meal for company not to mention swabbing down the house before they arrive.  All said, we enjoy having guests over. 

Here's a photo of Wifey and Kinzie. .. who, by the way, is 12 weeks old.  She remains a light weight and can't weigh more than 2 pounds.  The two other Poms want desperately to play with her but they're just too big and would surely over power the little girl.  One day we'll allow that but only when little Kinzie can hold her own.

I bring Wifey flowers at least twice a month or more which always is to her delight.  It's nice to suprise her with differing varieties of flowers.  This week is was miniature roses.   Here's several bunches that sat on last night's dinner table. 

One of our guests last night is a therapist and has been trained in "cupping" which she applies to a few of her clients.  In case you're not familar with cupping:

The air inside the cup is heated and the rim is then applied to the skin, forming an airtight seal. As the air inside the cup cools, it contracts, forming a partial vacuum and enabling the cup to suck the skin, pulling in soft tissue, and drawing blood to that area. Alternately, the suction is created by a hand-pump and blood is allowed to collect.

In a typical cupping session, glass cups are warmed using a cotton ball or other flammable substance, which is soaked in alcohol, let, then placed inside the cup. Burning a substance inside the cup removes all the oxygen, which creates a vacuum.

As the substance burns, the cup is turned upside-down so that the practitioner can place the cup over a specific area. The vacuum created by the lack of oxygen anchors the cup to the skin and pulls it upward on the inside of the glass as the air inside the jar cools. Drawing up the skin is believed to open up the skin’s pores, which helps to stimulate the flow of blood, balances and realigns the flow of qi, breaks up obstructions, and creates an avenue for toxins to be drawn out of the body.

Depending on the condition being treated, the cups will be left in place from 5 to 10 minutes. Several cups may be placed on a patient’s body at the same time. Some practitioners will also apply small amounts of medicated oils or herbal oils to the skin just before the cupping procedure, which lets them move the cups up and down particular acupoints or meridians after they have been applied.

In China, cupping is used primarily to treat respiratory conditions such as bronchitis, asthma, and congestion; arthritis; gastrointestinal disorders; and certain types of pain. Some practitioners also use cupping to treat depression and reduce swelling. Fleshy sites on the body, such as the back and stomach (and, to a lesser extent, the arms and legs), are the preferred sites for treatment.

Our guest talked about how she and a native American friend practiced wet cupping hours before arriving for dinner.  There's dry and wet cupping applications as defined here:

In “air” cupping, instead of using a flame to heat the cup, the cup is applied to the skin, and a suction pump is attached to the rounded end of the jar. The pump is then used to create the vacuum.

In “wet” cupping, the skin is punctured before treatment. When the cup is applied and the skin is drawn up, a small amount of blood may flow from the puncture site, which are believed to help remove harmful substances and toxins from the body.

She was a bit light headed last evening and no wonder considering the amount of blood she had lost.

This is not for me but as the saying goes, Whatever floats your boat. 

I'm feeling like it's time to put a little bitty lime in da coconut..... It's Friday and what the hell?!!

Over The Top

A Florida Democratic headquarters has been flying this flag for months.  Apparently it had gone unnoticed until a veteran's group spotted it last week.  Then all hell broke loose and rightfully so.

Desecration of Old Glory is the name of that tune.  This isn't even a partisan issue.  It's over the top, shove it down everyones throat b.s. 

This flag was taken down but the head Democratic cheeses made no promises that it wouldn't be flown again.

Think of the sentiment if someone created a similar flag with the image of Nixon or G.W. Bush.  Yeah, wayyy over the top just like this one.

About Time!

It's high time for Sparkle Plenty to be back in the water.  She's been on the trailer parked in our RV parking area since the end of October.  During the month of October the lake is lowered 10 feet to make room for winter rains.  It's necessary to haul the boat out before the lake in October before the lake level drops significantly.    Putting SP on the trailer this last time was a real bitch as the lake was already 6 feet below normal. 

Anyway, it's take the boat out in October or there's no choice other than to leave her moored in the lake for the winter. 

This winter repairs and upgrades were made to the boat.  The sails were professionally cleaned.  Most of the running rigging replaced.  The topping lift was upgraded.   New windows (6 total) are replacing the originals in the next week or so.  SP still needs a good cleaning and polish.  By the end of March the Bureau of Reclaimation will be raising the level of the lake and we'll be good to go soon after.

Wifey likes to take the helm which is a good thing.  Consider what would happen if I happened to fall overboard.  Then what?  It's essential that she knows how to haul down the sails, secure them, put the outboard in the water, start it and motor over to fish me out of the water. 

Wifey has a good sense about her and there's no doubt that she could do that.  We've practiced the "Bob goes into the drink" drill and she's about got it down pat.

It will be good to get back to sailing.  I've missed that.  There's nothing like the smell of water, the sound of wind filling the sails, the beauty of nature and the peace of it all.

It's about time!

New Look

Wanna go sailing?  Wifey bought this wonderful bathing suit for me  to wear just for cruising the waves.  I'm thinking I'll be the hit of the yacht crowd and the talk of Cowtown.

Ya think?

Springing Forward

This morning the wife wondered out loud (WOL) what got into her when she made the decision to bring home a new pup (now named McKinsey --- or Kinzie for short).  You see, for the upteenth night in a row Wifey has to rise and shine early to meet the yelping/whining needs of Kinzie.  This morning it was 2:30 a.m. which has to be the earliest of the lot.

Once Kinzie had time outside to do her duty it was back to the crate to polish off a night's sleep.  Wifey, on the other hand, remained up to do this, do that and tidy up the kitchen following last night's dinner party for 7.  Then life sprung forward by an hour thus cheating her out of a precious 60 minutes of snooze time.  Yawn.

Kinzie's a great little pup with lots to learn.  Wifey is a great little spouse with lots to learn, too.  Like all that puppy cuteness comes with a personal price to pay.  It ain't all roses.

Speaking of flowers, here's a lovely specimen growing outside the kitchen window as snapped by Wifey yesterday afternoon.  Like it or not, Spring has sprung time and weather wise.  Time to get that six pak of abs in shape for summer fun. . .. ya think?

New Kid On The Block

Wifey has this deal where she loves to surprise me . .. with new pups.  Last week brought this new addition to our family of Pomeranians which now number three. 

Yet to be named, our Little One is 8 1/2 weeks old, weighs a whopping one and a half pounds and is full is piss and vinegar.  Check the video posted below which will verify the Little One is actually Pom-Zilla.

Grace has to play mother.  Must be in the blood.  She just had to haul out a baby bottle from her collection of doll accessories, fill it with pablum and then watched as little Pom didn't suck down the tasty concoction but chew on the end of the nipple.

I've always thought that one dog was enough.  When the population surged to two dogs that was plenty enough for me.  Now that there's three dogs I'm wondering just what the hell we're doing.  Like vet bills alone are enough to choke a goat...vet bills for shots, heart worm medication, flea medication and $$$ for illnesses.  Then there's monthly bucks to the groomer.  Food.  My head is spinning from just thinking about it.

Well, the dogs do bring great joy and happiness to our empty nest.  And I thought kids were an expense.  I hadn't seen anything . .. yet! 

PS:  Can't embed the video of the new Pom here but can post the link. Must be a problem with YouTube.    Click, click and check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqvAbh2cl18&list=UUdJNA1NU_IY8sE7fDWuuD-w&index=1&feature=plcp

New Frontier

Wow!  The Girl Scouts are breaking new ground with the introduction of this candy bar.  It's definitely a departure of the box upon box of cookies.  Call it a new frontier for our girls in green.   Anyone who loves their thin mints is bound to go for the thin mint crunch bar. 

I bought 4 boxes of cookies several weeks ago from a scout.  The new candy bar wasn't on her list of goodies but I'm told later this month the scouts will have an ample supply of them.

I kept two boxes and gave the other two to our neighbor across the street.  Neighbor Ed is a veteran of WWII (Battle of the Bulge) and I try to honor him with goodies whenever possible. 

About the new candy bars.....Yes, we're gonna have a wing ding!