As, you can see in the pics the total was 492.59 cents, BUT five dollar bills were still stuck in the bottle. I used a stick to take them out later. I used one of the bills for lunch today so that is why there are only four bills in the pic. There was also 5 pesos, a bent penny, and a bent nickle that the bank rejected.
So, the winner of my lunch on me 7,7,7 game is Javier of www.mensageabierto.com who guessed 420 dollars. He also happens to be my staff of one.
Thanks for playing. Come again.
Here is my 7 and 7 and 7 for today. 🙂
The funny thing is I can tell you exactly where I got these three bottles, but I won’t. The really big bottle is actually a Piggy Bank. In the 8 or 9 years that I have had it, it is only filled up to in the middle of the big 7. I can’t wait another 8 years to fill it so I am probably going to take it down to the bank on Monday and cash out. Any guesses as to the amount?
I’ll buy lunch to the closest guesser.
A few weeks back I read an How-To on how to Lucid Dream. When you lucid dream you have complete control of your dreams because you know you are dreaming. The article gave a few techniques on how to enter a lucid state. One was to ask yourself throughout the day, “Am I Dreaming” so that when you fall asleep you have the habit of asking yourself that. Another way was to look at your hands and feet. Supposedly, this would make you realize you are dreaming.
I have never been able to do any of these things in my sleep. Until last night.
I don’t remember lots of details about the dream but I know someone died in a car explosion or car fire of some sort. I know it was two people, probably a couple. In the dream, I was in complete shock and I didn’t want to believe that these people were dead. So, I started asking myself, “Am I dreaming?”, but it still felt like real life. Then I started to look at my hands and down onto my feet but I was never able to realize I was dreaming. Well, maybe eventually I did because that is all I remember about the dream. But I was not lucid dreaming because I was not able to take control of the dream. Maybe I was just able to get out of it.
This concludes my Vanilla Sky-like moment.
After church last night, I drove over to the nearest Rudy’s BBQ, about 20 minutes away, and had me some brisket. I think they must’ve adjusted their scales because I feel as though I am getting less brisket for my money. I used to be barely able to put down a half pound of brisket but now I still have room for more when I finish. I tried the Lean brisket last time, which is supposed to be less fat I guess, but it just didn’t taste the same.
So I think I’ll be staying away from there for awhile, unless I am really craving that stuff. You would think I would have stayed away because of the hepatitis.
The greatest fear I have is that of being struck by lightning. Something about electricity flying through the air scares the crap out of me. We are having pretty bad thunderstorms right now and as we drove back from lunch it got real bad. I was the one driving so I had no choice but to be looking out. Otherwise I would have strayed my eyes elsewhere. I put the sun visor down to block most of the skyline.
I just hope lightning is not attracted to fear.
Slowly but surely I have been coercing my friends and family to start blogging. To the right you will see links to their sites in order of creation. Hopefully, I can get more of my friends blogging and maybe they can get their wives and children blogging.
The Shit I Won’t Forget:
This is my friend Rob’s blog. Mostly blogs about cars and projects he works on.
Mensage Abierto:
My friend and co-worker Javier’s blog. Mensage Abierto is Spanish for Open Message. Usually blogs about his life with Christ.
In The Lords Army:
My friend from from church Juan’s blog. Also happens to be my brothers best friend. Just started blogging so we will see what it becomes.
The Preacher:
My brother the father! Well, not a father but he is my brother; a baptist pastor. His new blog. He preaches in Louisiana and its great to be able to read his past messages.
There you have it. Hopefully, they blog more then I do and maybe someone will find this site and then in turn find their blog and get something out of it.
When I used to work as a cashier in the past it used to always upset me that older people would throw their money at me rather than hand it to me. Sometimes out of frustration I used to throw their change back but not always.
I was at Walgreens this evening and the older man in front me threw a ten dollar bill at the cashier. Sure, the cashier was sacking his stuff but couldn’t he have just waited to hand the bill to the cashier? I thought maybe he was a “Winter Texas” but as I walked outside and looked at his trucks license plates I saw he was a year round Texan.
Have some manners!