Hi. You know how I've said I have all these scraps on my desk and I've jotted notes on the scraps for future reference? Well, the future is now. I want to transfer the collection to one typed sheet. These notes are supposedly very good seed thoughts for blog ideas.

So, will someone please tell me what the following meant at one time:

Mike is oatmeal kid -- oatmeal wants the floor -- Michigan

Oatmeal wants the floor?!#$%*&!? It slays me how at the moment I am all excited with such fun and a few months down the road it all looks like monkey chatter. I've got to start writing things as they happen. I remember a funny dream I had about my mother-in-law and a jello mold I was trying to show off. I woke up laughing. Now I look at my notes and it doesn't seem so funny. Well, maybe in the morning when I clean up this mess, the funny will come back.

The jots I can read, which my writing and/or shorthand aren't allowing many, are making no sense, and, furthermore, don't even pose as anything familiar . . . at all. Oh, I already said that. I wonder since AOL says any and all lost email can be retrieved if they could take it a step further and retrieve and decipher my blog bits, even though they've never hit the screen yet.

I'm still a pretty sick puppy and obviously am struggling here, so signing away. Need to stick 10 cups of egg custard in the fridge. Wanted to use up the milk.

KEM