Whippers of the World Unite!!

No I am not talking S&M or spanking your children.  I am talking Miracle Whip.

I have been a whipper for a long time.  I didn't realize that it wasn't Mayo until as a child I visited the house of a friend and she made me a sandwich with....mayo!  I almost spit it out.  What was that strange white paste that she slathered on my bread?  She asked if I wanted mayo and I said, "Yes."  Little did I know that we did not agree on the definition of mayo.

So then what do I do, but move on to a sailboat for ten years and live in Central America.  There are many things that you learn to live without on a sailboat.  Miracle Whip is one of those things.  I remember on our annual trip to the States that we always picked up several jars of Miracle Whip.  I can't tell you how happy I was when they started packaging it in plastic squeeze bottles.  They travel much better than glass jars.  When guests came to visit we asked them to transport it for us.  Imagine our surprise when in the Bay Islands of Honduras we discovered that we could actually buy Miracle Whip.  I almost fell on my knees in front of the display.

So now Miracle Whip has this commercial campaign.  Personally I don't understand NOT liking Miracle Whip.  It is the condiment of the gods.  It makes the best taste even better.  I can't imagine my turkey sandwich without the tang of Miracle Whip.  And Deviled Eggs, what would they be without Miracle Whip?  Tasteless I tell you.

Not Much New Under The Sun

Here we are in the summer entertainment season.  There sure isn't much out there that is new.

They are bringing back DALLAS!  No I am not excited.  I never watched it the first time around and have even less desire to watch it the second time around.  There is a new movie out called the Change Up.  Two guys who stand in front of a fountain and wish to have each others lives.  Old idea.  How many movies have been made based on this idea?

We can't seem to come up with anything that hasn't been done before.  TV especially seems to have cycles.  The season of Police Shows, Alien Shows,  Medical Shows.  The funny thing is that they start out about the police, aliens and doctors/nurses and before you know it, it is about who is sleeping with who.  Who wants to sleep with who.  I don't know how they sit around a dinner table.  They have all slept with each other and everyone else around the table.  Do they share?  Right they all ready did!

Even books from authors are stale.  James Patterson comes to mind.  I liked him in the beginning.  Now the font is huge, the chapters are two pages and I have figured "it" out by the second chapter.  I am not even sure that he is really writing the books anymore.  My theory is that he gives someone and outline and they fill it in.  I must say not well.  It is predictable!!!

I can hardly wait for Thanksgiving.  We will have to learn all over how to cook that Butterball!

HABOOB????

Being the water girl that I am I was unfamiliar with the term, Haboob.  It comes from Arabic for strong wind or phenomenon.  In other words, an intense sandstorm.

Phoenix looked like the movie set in The Mummy.  I was expecting Anubis to jump out of the dust.  It was eerie and beautiful at the same time.

Haboob

When ever we are driving in Arizona and I see the signs for Blowing Wind I get nervous.  I am terrified to get caught in a sand storm.  I am not terrified of 10 foot seas.   Go figure.

So last night it got windy in good ole Bullhead City.  We were out in the dark moving things from blowing down and around.  We were on a landlocked "Anchor Watch".  Everyone was up in the park.  The poor guy behind us was in the middle of putting up a metal shed yesterday.  It is gone, gone, gone.  We heard in tearing apart and that woke us up.  Yes, the RV was shaking and for a minute I thought it was a tornado.  No just your friendly Haboob.

We were lucky.  No damage and we are still in our site.  We have all our chairs.  So life is good.