And The Money Kept Rolling In

I do not wish to brag, but I checked my Google AdSense account today and I have racked up a sweet $12.95, in just 9 months. You did not misread that, $12.95 in just 9 months.

You can check my post from September 29th, 2006 to get a feel for how things have picked up ad click-wise. Back then, I estimated that I would be 76 years old by the time I met the $100 threshhold for getting a check from Google. Now it seems that I stand to collect in only five more years. Five years, by the way, coincides with my 62nd birthday and may screwup my plan to collect my Social Security early. Let's hope not.

As always, I remind the reader that despite your urge to help your old pal Merle out, clicking on my ads simply to do so would be wrong and a violation of the Google AdSense rules.

When that check comes in, I'm planning a party, a big party. Stay tuned.

In other news we are in the midst of a cool spell. The normal daytime temperature around these parts this time of year is 76 degrees F. Today the high has been 61 degrees. Perhaps if you live somewhere back east, as we say out here, 61 doesn't seem that cool, but to us it is paradise. The wind is only blowing 11 mph, which is also a welcome change.

Ched asked in a comment today if I had given any thought to what I would like for my birthday, which comes up on Saturday, in case you missed the announcement. I haven't really much thought to gifts. The car broker across the way had two 2006 Mustang Convertibles on his lot, but that probably exceeds the birthday limit and besides, he sold them.

Wait a darn minute here. What if the lovely Mrs. Sneed and my always thoughtful kids have secretly....I better stop before I ruin a potential big surprise.

I used to get so pissed at my dad because you couldn't get him a gift he would appreciate. The joke in our family was that if you were planning to give the old man a gift, you could save yourself a bunch of time by calling one of my brothers or sister and asking them what they would like, because old dad would give it to them anyway. He gave away most everything.

I did have moderate success in the area of gift-giving in my dad's last years. He was happily retired and pursuing his life's dream of being a medical patient full-time. He always had one strange condition or another going. I hit upon the idea of buying him gifts directed at his health woes. This worked well enough.

I just reminded myself of the time my dad convinced himself that he had rabies. Daughter Sneed had these two cats she adopted from the shelter and one scratched Dad on the hand. For weeks, old Dad grilled me about the status of their shots. He couldn't be pacified and thought that he would soon start drooling and develop aquaphobia. Eventually, he got tired of me telling him to shut up about the cat already, and quit asking.

About a year later he suddenly brought up the cat and the shots again. Exasperated, I told him hat if he hadn't died of rabies by now, he was probably in the clear. He reached into his pocket and produced a Xerox copy of an article about a guy who got rabies 12 months after being bitten by a rabid skunk or something.

He was absolutely sure though, that the cat had given him something called cat scratch fever. I accused him of making phony diseases and he proved me wrong by going to the library and getting a bunch of documentation on this malady.

The guy could be a handful.






Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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