TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT!

So don't miss it......

"Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies and everyone goes, 'cause everyone knows, brother loves....." ICE CREAM!

That's right, Neil Diamond is taking me you have to head on over to your local favorite ice cream parlor tonight because 31 cents is really a steal. The catch is, this real deal is from 5pm -10pm only. All 2,700 locations nationwide are participating which is just fine with me since I live in a DQ only kind of town that frowns on real ice cream. So, someone have a scoop of Butter Pecan for me.

halle-hallelujah!


*this is a public service announcement and in no way endorses DQ.

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THE BEAT OF OUR OWN DRUM

When the news broke about the FLDS compound in El Dorado, Texas, also know as Yearning for Zion, my thoughts were all over the place. Was this another Jonestown waiting to happen? Waco? I was (and still am) intrigued by the complacent demeanor of the women interviewed. Their expressionless faces seemed empty and sad to me.

I decided to go down to the Courthouse and help them cope. Here I am catching up with the head madam mother, or wifesomething. She gave me a dirty look like I was some kind of ambulance chaser attorney trying to scam her. I assured her that I was there as a friend. We met up with a few of her sisters.
Then went off to have some margaritas Texas sweet tea and chat. These women were shy, and they kept staring at me, probably envying my curly bangs freedom to be stylish and all that stuff.

This gal was the saddest.
It turns out she was unhappy with her uni-brow. I gathered them around me, and I gave them some tweezers beauty tips, as only I could. Finally out of desperation, I called an old friend of mine. I mean this woman is getting up there but she's beautiful. I wanted my new friends to connect to someone in the outside world. Someone they could identify with. Someone who could help them crossover into the real world where there are jobs and parties and jobs. I was pretty sure this friend of mine could get them connected and maybe some work in the industry.

Meet my friend.....and tell me what you think? Same hair do. But there's a difference (no not the hunky men). See the difference? It's the smile....so really all these women needed was a friend and someone to teach them that a smile makes a huge difference. Like this!

I'm nothing if not helpful that way.

OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE......
COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!

The phrase can be used to coordinate hidden players in the game "kick the can", where a group of children hide within a given radius and a "seeker" is left to guard a can filled with rocks. The seeker has to try to find the "hiders" without allowing them to sneak in and kick the can.
*another tidbit courtesy of my best friend Wikipedia*

But just for today we're not playing games I'm calling out a few of my reader friends. I won't call them lurkers names because I'm nicer than that. I just want to say thank you for letting me know you read this blog at work.

To be fair, they aren't the only ones. There are some real lurkers out there. They remain anonymous but I imagine they might look like this guy. And this guy too. Together they are like peas in a pod, and they aren't real....but they represent some people who I miss. So there you have it. That's basically what is considered a lurker, or a quasi-lurker...or maybe semi-lurker. It's a phrase I use in jest. Oh, and those friends of mine? Yes, they are real friends. We were all co-workers before I jump ship and retired last year. But don't be fooled thinking it all ended just like that. No way....they are the kind of friends that have been there when you need them. Each is very unique and special. They all love animals and kids. Some like a little bit of Nascar, football or slot machines...because they are basically the same thing. And, here they are all gussied up all smiles and happy. Oh, and girlfriends....don't look behind you! You know who that is..I told him about my blog because he's retired and his wife still works he has some spare time after he finishes his "honey do" list. It's rough being retired. But with nice friends back in So CA sucking up those tax dollars doing the people's work I couldn't be happier.

Can I get an AMEN?

SILLY SUNDAY

I came across this vintage ad for Lifebuoy soap. I never knew B.O. was such an epidemic and the reason we went to war for low self esteem.

So I looked for more and found these!


In short, this is what Wikipedia had to say...

The term "B.O.", short for "body odor", was coined by Lifebuoy for an advertising campaign. The Lifebuoy radio ad, parodied by several Warner Brothers' Looney Tunes cartoons, used a foghorn-type sound to create the "B.O." sound.

Lifebuoy soap was notably used in the film A Christmas Story after Ralphie used the "F---" word.

Enjoy your Sunday! I have some shopping to do, and then gear up for the season Finale of Big Brother 9. Will "Baller" win? Or will it be "Rye Bread".....the suspense is killing me!

BABY MAMA


Before I retired, I could count on one hand the number of movies I saw in the theatres each year. Usually, it was some animated Disney movie that my young CA grandkids wanted to see. The worst one for me was the Pooh Heffalump movie. We found it at an out-of-the-way theatre, it was a week day and we were the only people there. For a five and three year old, it was heaven. They loved the music and when the characters danced and marched, so did we.

Now I'm retired, and living where my entertainment is non-existent basically Friday matinees. Last week it was Forgetting Sarah Marshall. This week I decided to see Baby Mama.
*Mild spoiler disclaimer...in the event you want to know nothing.

I really thought this movie would be more about surrogacy but there were two story lines. The other one, was more along the lines of The Odd Couple. Polar opposites who learn life lessons from each other leading to a middle ground. It's hilarious of course. Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are at their funniest. Steve Martin as a middle aged, new-aged guru (Tina's boss) was so-so. Much funnier than Steve Martin was Romany Malco as Oscar the doorman.

On a side note...I expected to see mostly women seeing Baby Mama, but no, it was all couples except me. I highly recommend Baby Mama!

Has anyone noticed a pattern here? Despite my extremely fun filled life, I've decided to make the Friday Matinee a habit. Not that it hasn't already. I mean, I pack my own lunch and steal a napkin and straw every week. The ticket taker always nods when I take them. I guess it's common practice. This week the ticket taker handed my a straw. I'm a Friday regular. What will it be next week?

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I want to talk about me this blog. I haven't made any announcements to anyone about this blog. OK....one person, that's it. Most people who read this come from other blogs. I started reading blogs when my grandson was in treatment for leukemia. He had a Caringbridge site and it lead to following the sites of other children with leukemia.

After several years (because the typical treatment is 3+ years) some of the parents started blogs, and that led to other stuff....blah, blah, blah. You get the picture, right? So, not many people from my real life read this. In a way I feel like Sybil there are two of me. But really, it's all the same me.

Monday I will be talking about some of my friends from my real life. Just a few friends who lurk here. It's not a secret, they have all let me know that they read my blog...and my site meter lets me know too. I used to work with these friends, but they are more than former co-workers they are government slackers...civil SERVANTS like family. And I want you to meet them. If you are one of them, don't worry, no one except all your co-workers will know who you are except you and me.

Chow!

IT'S OFFICIAL

The plans for my Major Road Trip are coming together. I will be traveling approximately 67.7 miles down the infamous I35 to Austin to meet up with this blogger and her too.

I was getting antsy waiting for confirmation but then I saw this cute calendar on Cortney's blog.
Yes, it confirms my greatest fears the fact that this Major Road Trip is turning into a reality. I immediately looked for my official calendar, the one that is pitifully empty that I use for all my important social activities.

And I marked the date. There are details to work out, and the excitement mounts.....stay tuned.

I'm hoping this tunnel isn't on my route....

*Please note that this Major Road Trip in no way.......blah, blah, blah, as usual.

AERATE THIS


I haven’t had a traditional telephone at home in four years. I hesitated going totally wireless. All four of my kids and their families were long distance, so I use my cell phone. We all use the same company, so we don't have to use our minutes and we could talk forever, all over the country. The only time I used my home phone was to order pizza or call in sick at work. Heck, I could do that from my cell, and I could save almost $50 a month by pulling the plug…so I did.

The only things I missed were the solicitors. I was on the "don’t call or your ass is going to jail" list, but once in a while someone would call wanting to invite me to the Firemen’s Ball money . I used to ask them to hold while I got my checkbook, then I would put the phone down and continue doing whatever I was doing. After a while, I would here that high-pitched sound that reminded me that I really should act my age my phone was off the hook. I loved doing that….it’s the only thing I missed.

So now I get a few annoying email solicitations a week. Most of the junk email I get is easily recognizable, in my Junk folder, and very generic. Yesterday I got one that was different. It was from a lawn aeration company in Denver, CO.

Now, I live in an apartment in Central Texas. We have a lot of lawn here. Well kept, lush, green lawn, and it’s probably aerated because if it’s not, then it probably won't need it.

I’d like to share portions of the e-letter with you. Just for the record, I haven’t changed anything. I added some editorial comments…and cut out some of the redundant sales pitches to shorten it a bit, but the rest is real.

Hi Janice,
Yep, that’s me

I am the owner of Mile Hi Aeration. We are the company that aerates the lawn in the spring. We are scheduling your block for the middle or so of the month.
Huh? My block? the middle of the month? Okie Dokie.

Nothing is more important to the health of your lawn than spring lawn aeration.
I am still running the 1/2 price spring fertilizer special with the deep plug lawn aeration to my repeat customers only (DEEPEST PLUGS IN TOWN GUARANTEED)
You remember me? I’m a repeat? Lucky me.

Mile Hi is also offering LIQUID LAWN AERATION available to our residential customers. LIQUID LAWN AERATION has been used on golf courses and won't leave those messy plugs all over the grass.
Wow, liquid aeration in place of Air aeration? And no messy plugs…huh?

If you would like to schedule LIQUID LAWN AERATION CLICK HERE
If you would like to schedule DEEP PLUG AERATION CLICK HERE
If you would like to schedule any of our other services like: CLICK HERE
-AIR DUCT CLEANING
-WINDOW CLEANING
-CARPET CLEANING
As always, I greatly appreciate your continued business and look forward to seeing you soon.

Mile Hi
Ted

Metro Area - 303-778-XXXX
Colorado Springs - 719-578-XXXX
Sure, Ted……my continued business? Oh, and as usual, enjoy the drive down to my block next month….all the way from Denver!

The Company name is real. I did however remove the "click here" links and X out the last four digits of the phone numbers. I mean, I don't want my friends in California or Massachusetts calling Ted and taking all his good openings.

THEY'RE BACK!

....and I think they forgive me because I can feel the love.

Remember a while back I discovered two birds falling in love and building a nest on my back porch? Then I ran out and bought them a bird feeder and lots of bird feed? And remember how I climbed up on a ladder to hang the feeder..even though they were dive bombing me? And I waved a WalMart bag around, flailing from the top of the ladder in self defense?

Remember how I waited and waited for them to come back around to thank me to eat and continue with their family planning? And, they never came back? Instead I had every bird East of El Paso in the hood swarming and pooping on my porch. Once the feeder was empty...I decided to leave it empty.

I was sad. I was sadder than sad.

Then this morning, I went out on my porch to get my broom so I could ride it to WalMart sweep up the kitchen...because I am very energetic when it comes to cleaning.........ZZZZOOOOOOOMMMMMM. I was being dive bombed! Unfortunately I had to duck back inside and forget about the broom.

I looked out, and this is what I saw!
Was it one of my love birds? The feeder was empty, not one speck of bird food and every bird for miles knew it. So, I open the door and right away, this bird let's me know that I'm not sweeping my kitchen any time soon welcome out on the porch. No way Jose! It's OK....I can dry mop the floor instead of sweeping. But there is a bigger issue...

I look up in the corner and the deserted nest is much bigger and has an occupant.
Yes, they are back and I am happy!

I think the bird in the nest is the Daddy bird because he is so colorful. The one on guard duty is not so much. It also appears as though the one in the nest is feeding babies...its head keeps bobbing up and down.

I can't see or hear any babies....If I could open the door maybe I could hear something, but the other bird means business and I don't want to scare them away again.

It warms my heart to know that they feel safe and at home on my porch. So I am satisfied knowing they came back, and I am anxiously waiting to see the peeps! If all goes well, they will be back next year because that's how birds roll....

YESTERDAY'S LUNCH TODAY

I was up and about very early this morning. It seemed so strange to be driving somewhere with a purpose before seven a.m., with the sun just rising over the horizon. Driving with my headlights on. It was so mainstream, so deja vu for me. Before I retired, work started at seven, which meant I was on the road by six-thirty every morning. That was the routine for years, and today, it felt strange but good.

After my appointment I went grocery shopping. For the first time in a long time, I didn't buy any junk...well no ice cream or cookies. I decided to buy the fixings for a patty melt. For some reason, I hadn't had one since leaving CA. So, I get the rye bread, Jewish Rye...because I think it has the most flavor, and it's probably kosher. I bought some frozen, pre-shaped, ground angus....and some nice big tomatoes.

So blah, blah, blah.... I get home, put stuff away, clean up the leaky liquid dish soap and start to fix my patty melt. I try to stay away from cheese because it's binding...and I'm getting used to going without it. Just don't let the California Happy Cows know, because for them? It's the Cheese!

Yeah, OK, so I can just see you guys drooling over this. The really exciting part for me is the retro diet pepsi glass that I got at a gas station in the 80's. I just recently unpacked it. And this is what the other side says:

This picture is courtesy of E-Bay. ...uh huh!

Then, since I'm already flashed back to the 80's....I hunted down this relic from 1978 for tomorrow's coffee. It's from McDonalds.

That's how it went today.....I can't help but believe that she is the one who recently put me in this retro state of mind.

Marey, the quality is poor because the picture is old, but I thought you might like this.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL....AND MY "END" IS WELL

I really don't mind having my tush prodded and poked. Its never really painful, and I don't have to face the doctor, unlike having a pelvic exam...aka vaginal prodding. The bad and irritating part of the whole scenario is the prep. The colon flush which I will be kind enough to leave at just that. Having nothing by mouth, like yea, how else do I ingest my food or beverage, unless I'm on a feeding tube for close to 30 hours is no picnic and extremely stressful. Even though they say you can have clear liquids, they really mean you can have water up until a few hours before the procedure. A nurse once told me that I could get away with having a cup of black coffee the morning of the procedure, chased by a glass of water and no one would know the difference. So that is what I did. I have black coffee before routine blood tests too....and yes I lie when they ask me.

By the way, just an observation, not to dis my doctor, but has anyone else ever noticed how happy their doctor is during this procedure? My doctor was humming....yes.he.was.humming.

OK, so I survived the whole thing, and couldn't wait to get out of there and get something to eat. Something good...like a nice pastrami on rye from Jason's deli. I order "to go" and, because it's still early, I decided to check out what's playing at the movie theatres next door. I love going to matinees because I can sit where ever I want and laugh as loud as I want without having to practically sit on someone's lap. I can also bring my own lunch without jealous people getting annoyed by the smell of pastrami on rye, or a taco salad.

I think there may have been ten people in the whole theatre....well, by whole theatre, I mean theatre #7. There are fourteen theatres in all.

So I sit in row two, center. Row one is handicap, and has a rail behind it so the people in row two can't put their feet up and kick them in the head on the back of the seats. This is the reason I sit in row two.....so I can put my feet up on the rail.

The movie is funny, but not hysterically funny. Jason Segel, as usual is funny throughout the whole movie.


And this guy. I love this guy. Jonah Hill.

He is a riot. I was laughing before he said anything. It's his whole personna. I want to see him starring in something. But anyway, the movie is rated R. The only reason it's rated R is because we get to see Jason Segel's pee pee...several times. Nothing sexy or erotic about it either....actually rather pitiful and goofyish. So the rating is a non issue as far as I'm concerned. I liked the movie, but it starts dragging towards the end and that's when I get bored and really want an ice cream cone.


So, I have to say, after all the hype and rave reviews over Forgetting Sarah Marshall, it was a bit of a let down....and I gave it this.

FOR THE LOVE OF COLON

Today is a busy day. Today is the day I pay tribute to the Colon, and this is the Colon Family Crest.

But my colon doesn't have a crest....but it's clean as a whistle and free of anything.

My doctor wants to take a routine peek and honestly? He seems gleeful when he says that. This will be the "once over" type of peek, not like the one I had last year where you have to be sedated because they take a throat culture a thorough look around.

So, because I had to fast and couldn't get scheduled until noon, I haven't had anything except one cup of black coffee since six o'clock last night.

You guys all enjoy your morning bagels, donuts and rich danish pastries.....yeah, go ahead, eat them in front of me. Slab on that butter and cream cheese, see if I care.

Later!!

THE MOTHER OF ALL ROAD TRIPS

There seems to be a huge blogging road trip going on right now. Actually, it's officially called Bossy's Excellent Road Trip. That's right, her name is Bossy and she is criss-crossing the country visiting bloggers. Anyway I got to thinking....and then she got me thinking again!

For those who haven't been reading my blog don't know, I am fairly new to Texas. I retired last year and moved here from the OC, which is in paradise So Ca. Well guess what? She lives in Central Texas too....and so does she ...and others do too. I like these bloggers and I love their blogs. I actually met Briana when she ran the San Diego Rock & Roll Marathon in 2005 (I think). I felt such a connection because I ran it too Briana was a member of Team in Training, running for the Leukemia Lymphoma Society.

Well, Cortney has been begging me mentioning getting together for some grub at Taco Bueno a meet and greet....sort of like a Major Road Trip!

I decided to check out the logistics for such a trip. This is what the interactive map looks like in all time zones:

It seems very do-able....so I'm invisioning, meeting these blogging friends. The planning would mean traveling on the infamous Central Texas interstate.

I'm sure you are familiar with some of the famous historical travelers of this well traveled interstate. Before it was an interstate Poncho Villa probably traveled this road to defeat spongebob those guys, or maybe not.

But did you know who else became famous traveling down this road?

And with that being said, look forward to more updates on the impending Major Road Trip right here in the heartland. So blogger, please get together, pick a time and destination for a hoe down. Your area is way more exciting and I probably have nothing going on in my life a more flexable schedule, so you guys lead the way Jose!

*please note that this Major Road Trip in no way is meant to compete with or mirror any Excellent Road Trips currently taking place. Besides, Bossy doesn't read my blog, and what she doesn't know won't hurt her..too badly.

ALL THIS WITH A SIDE OF FRIES

..........and it's all because I love you and you, and some other people.

I have a bit of brain freeze today. Some might accuse me of having dementia, stage III being just too darn lazy to post something interesting and provocative.

Well, think again........I'm not like that! Just to prove my point, I've added a surprise to my side bar. Yes, and it's HUGE! Do you see it? Yep, Jack Handey's Deep Thoughts. So there.

It's all about the love!

HANGING WITH "THE MAN"

I had a strenuous workout routine nothing planned for the weekend. No track meets to attend, no baseball or basketball games either.

Oh wait......there was a baseball tournament for my grandson. A traveling tournament for the team. This is something new for me. I don't think traveling baseball is very popular in So CA...unless it's after the regular season and you have playoffs for regional and state titles. You know, like when they start competing for the world series or something like that.

Come Spring in Texas, it's all about pollen, sneezing, and bluebonnets youth sports. My granddaughter will have tons of track meets that last all day. My grandson is on two different baseball teams and one basketball team. One baseball and the basketball team are traveling teams.

Sometimes when it's a travel weekend for baseball they end up going south to a huge sports park. This weekend they were headed to Dallas. They usually get hotel rooms and spend the night on Saturday because the parents love to party in the big city the boys need to rest up for their Sunday games.

So, I rush off to the store to buy this......
Because I'm excited and can't wait for the family to leave. That's right, I'm not trekking to Dallas. I'm headed over to their house to have a sleepover with some hot cowboy JJ. Dogs aren't allowed at the sports parks, and if he can't go, then I won't go either.

After I arrive at around noon on Saturday.......after JJ jumps all over me, squealing, kissing and wetting himself, I give him his new toy.

That's right, JJ....check it out. Make sure you know where it's been before you fully engage. Make sure it's fun enough to take to the backyard to flaunt in front on the neighbors dogsand play with it.

Or to just veg out and gnaw.

So, this is how the weekend went. Not to mention several car rides to make sure my allergies never settled down all the bad guys knew JJ was on "the job".

It's hard to imagine anyone having more fun.

MY APOLOGIES FOR THE OVERSIGHT

To Be Specific......I'M SORRY, MAREY AND CORTNEY

The one thing I love about Blogger, is the ability to put polls on this site. It's a tool I use to find out stuff about the people who read my ramblings. Not everyone takes the poll, and now I know why.


I currently have a poll on this blog...yeah, check it out, over there on the right.....and it's flawed. While I try to be all inclusive, I've come to realize not all people are normal roll the same way. In my broadmindedness...I did remember to add an alcoholic beverage, because I don't expect everyone to start the day sober the same way.


I was reading the comment section this morning and I found that I omitted a couple of obvious options. Not only that, but the couple of options were favorite morning beverages of my only two two most favorite readers.


I quickly moved to remedy this oversight. That's right.....I hired these two guys to paint a billboard for me.......
And this is what it said........ That's right, Cortney drinks Coke first thing in the morning. And this is what her breakfast table looks like.

My other good friend, Marey is a wife, mother, teacher and health nut. She is wayyyy smarter than you or me. She loves milk in the morning. And really? Why not? Her milk comes from the Happy California Cows. That's right, they graze along the coast so they can go surfing after they give Marey their milk.

If you show up at Marey's house, this is probably how her breakfast table looks.

And when Marey sleeps in late she just does this! Yes, she does.

So Marey, Cortney, please accept my apology. Milk and Coke are legitimate options, and should have been included.

If anyone else has a favorite beverage to start the day, please let me know. I want to be fair.....because I'm nothing if not fair.

TO THE DOG.....

To be posted very low on the refrigerator door.

Dear Dog,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.

Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not automatically make it your food and dish. Nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. Also, it is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other and stretch out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time. There is not a secret exit from the bathroom. Before you arrived in our home, I had been using the bathroom all by myself...canine attendance is not required. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered.

While we are on the subject of bathroom etiquette, let me say this one more time. If and when you happen to make your way into the bathroom when I'm there.....it will never be acceptable to play tug-o-war with my undies, especially while I'm sitting on the toilet and they are down around my ankles.

Love,

Your human pack member

this was emailed to me a while back. I can't remember who gets all the acknowledgements or royalties. Therefore, give your dog an extra treat and we'll call it even.

THIS IS THE WAY WE WASH OUR CLOTHES

I had a poll on this site last week. It listed the gazillion different versions of Tide Laundry Detergent. It also had the option of choosing, "I don't use Tide, it's all a marketing ploy".....or something very similar. Guess what? No one picked that option!


Overwhelmingly, the most popular Tide for my readers was this one.

When you only have six readers....three seems like an overwhelming majority...yes, it does!


Then I decided to see what my mother's options were when she was a young housewife and mother of five. That would be if she used Tide...because I'm not sure she would spend that kind of money....after all, her mother used Oxydol or Dreft. If she did use Tide, it would have been this one.
Because there was only one Tide...and yes the big selling point was WITH OR WITHOUT RINSING! It says so right on the box. Can't see it? Well don't take my word for it....these ladies will tell you.





The one thing they didn't have was this!
I don't like fabric softeners...and I don't like dryer sheets...they make me itch. But this stuff smells so good you could almost have it for dessert.
But no way Jose'.


This is what's for dessert.
This is Haagen Daz RESERVE Amazon Valley Chocolate.....I had to try it...which doesn't mean I've stopped my new physical fitness program. I know there are skinny people out there and I owe it to them to bring them this Public Service Announcement....because I'm nothing if not helpful that way.

For the rest of you? Here's a coupon to use on your next purchase of Tide. Now y'all go have a nice day.

IT'S NEW....AND IT'S FREE

just for you, only today, for one hour....only if you know about it in time to get dressed and miss watching this . That's right, Starbucks is giving away a free cup of it's new brew...Pike Place Roast...venti, of course.

This is my friend Michelle.......

I would tell you that she is my good friend Michelle, except if that were true, she would have told me about the free coffee....I'm just saying.

I could have had one of these if you know who had told me about you know what.

This is Starbucks new old logo. It's the original. The one where the mermaid bares her breast and has a crotch.

America said, "just one minute, Mr. Starbucks. We are a family friendly bunch, please give us a more modest mermaid"...and Mr. Starbucks listened, and he covered her boobs.

Then this soccer mom said, "not so fast, Mr. Starbucks, please get rid of the crotch shot so we can hang out in your cafes using your wifi while our kids drink $2.00 cocoas".

And guess what? Mr. Starbucks went and did this! Yes, way!!
But guess what else? Sales started to wither, and people started drinking this coffee

So now, Starbucks is going fast forward backwards to the old logo, ....no more green. Which leaves me to wonder what they plan on doing with this?

What about those green aprons?