See those burgers?  Those burgers are not photo-shopped to hugeness, they are actually that size.  Fifteen (yes, 15) pounds each they are being served at Denny’s Beer Barrel Pub in Clearfield, Pa.  I am never moving to Pennsylvania, ever ever ever.  The damn thing costs $30 and comes with 10.5 pounds of ground beef, 25 slices of cheese, an entire head of lettuce, three tomatoes, two onions, and a cup and a half each of mayonnaise, ketchup, relish, mustard, and banana peppers.  It is called the Belly Buster, and if you can eat it all, without help, it is free.  Wow, yuck.

Letting my curiosity get the better of me is never a bad thing. This week I want to know:

What is your favorite invention?

It can be anything you are particularly fond of, or that you just think is extra cool.  To limit your list just a little, let’s put divine creation in a separate category from invention.

I will answer this question myself in a few days.  I will let you know, though, that if we were counting divine creation (or hey, look what evolution invented, depending on your way of looking at things) my favorite invention would be men.

I did something new today, I purchased, wrote and mailed my first sympathy card. You see, a few weeks ago, my paternal grandfather passed away after a lengthy illness. It was suggested to me, rightly so, that I send his wife a condolences card. Olive, my grandfather’s wife, is not my grandmother (my biological grandmother passed away when my dad was young, and my emotional grandmother passed away when I was young), but is still a part of my family. Sympathy cards are something I have never been particularly interested in, understandably. I was at a loss for what to say, and how to express myself without sounding trite. Hell, I was at a loss over which one to purchase for the exact same reason. Finally picked one that wasn’t overly sappy, and sounded mostly sincere, wrote a little bit of what I hope comes across as kindness and signed it "Love, Ellen"

There are parts of adulthood that suck, that make it much less glamorous than what you idealize a kid. Most kids deal with loss, most deal with having to comforting others who have lost, none of them write condolence cards. There are other parts of adulthood suck, but that’s not for this conversation.

Lastly, my Dad has been going through the old family photos recently, scanning them and sending them to us kids. I think I will be posting a few here, but only the extra good ones.

Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies! 

I predict (with all my psychic powers) an excellent year of love for all of you! May I receive deep tissue bruises if I am wrong.

This slide show is the best example of mechanical sexiness I have found to date. I promise you, there are certain things in this world that will make anyone more attractive- owning one of these babies, would do it. (You might have to click on a link to get the slide show up.)