One of my lesser flaws is I hate to go to the gas station and fill up the tank of my truck. I will ride that gauge as low down as I can get it. The car that Shannon drives has a light that comes on when you get too low on gas. It’s called an idiot light because, it saying to you, Hey, idiot, fill up the gas tank.

We have a propane gas grill, and I hate taking that propane tank in for a refill. There’s a little gauge on the tank, and I’ll take that thing right down to bone dry before I’ll get it refilled. Several times we’ve had people over and I go out to put the meat on the grill, thinking that I had enough propane for another couple of grill outs and I go out to turn over the burgers or whatever we’re cooking and they’re not done as far as I thought, and then this sick sort of feeling comes over me. There’s not much heat. The grills out. I try to start the grill again. It won’t start. We’re out of gas.

The reason that I mention this is: It’s not only cars and grills that have fuel tanks. People have them too. Everyone you know has a fuel tank. Read the rest of this entry »

Twenty-two days after you were conceived, a tiny little electrical pulse stimulated the heart muscle, the myocardia, of your left and right atria to contract. It’s called an “atrial kick” and it forced blood into your ventricles. That movement was so faint that it could not be detected, even with amplification, but it was, in fact, the first beat of your heart, only 22 days after you were conceived and it’s never stopped from that day ’till this-70 milliliters of blood with every contraction, 14,000 pints being pumped every day, 100,000 beats of your heart every day from that day to this one.

Maybe your heart skipped a beat a long time ago when you first saw that very attractive person Read the rest of this entry »

When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to swear. Looking back, I know that was a good rule. I heard other kids swear at school and on the bus. Sometimes my friends swore, but I learned not to swear. I heard it from other people and sometimes I wanted to swear, and it was right there on the edge of my lips, but I knew that my dad would whoop my butt, so I didn’t . . . most of the time. But every once in a while it’d slip out when I was angry. I remember being angry with my sister one time and out of nowhere, Read the rest of this entry »