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I have found a new social book marking site I really like called Stumble Upon.  That place should come with a warning label though that says something like, “Warning!   Stumble Upon Can Be Highly Addictive!”  I have spent what some might say is way too much time happily stumbling around the net via the pages I have found there.   And I’ve even discovered a few new stories and sites that I’ve added to the their data base.  I nearly fell out of my chair the first time I hit the thumbs up button and got a message that said, “You have discovered a new site.  Please tell us about it.”  I thought, “Wow! I can’t believe somebody else hasn’t already submitted this.”  I felt all warm and fuzzy, and kind of proud of myself as I submitted the story.    Click Here to view my Stumble Upon pages.

Subscribing to RSS news feeds and being a member of Stumble Upon is really keeping me up to date on what is going on in the world.  Those of you who are on my mailing lists, or who have subscribed to the RSS feed on BB’s Blog may have already seen what I had to say about a couple of the stories I discovered via Stumble Upon and RSS news feeds.  The muse and I really had fun with the Octopuses and Rubik’s cubes story. And if anyone reading this has one of those folding couches or beds that automatically folds up when you press a lever, be sure and read this story about a woman who killed her husband with a folding couch before you get mad at your spouse, significant other, or anyone else, and hit the lever while he or she is lying on it.

I spent Saturday morning outside wielding the weed eater.  By the time I was finished the yard was nicely trimmed, and my arms were so tired and shaky I wondered if they would ever recover.  Every time I use a weed eater I become more and more convinced that a true sadist invented the darn things.  Yes, weed eaters do a great job of trimming and edging.  But, they also are harder on my arms than anything I have ever used or done.  And I spent years breaking and training horses in my younger days.  During that time I helped load and unload countless bails of hay, as well as helped build pens, barns and fences.  When I wasn’t loading and unloading hay to feed my horses, or actually riding them, I spent many hours with a curry comb in one hand and a body brush in the other grooming my horses.  I also spent quite a bit of time back then with the end of a lunge line in one hand, a lunge whip in the other, and an unruly colt on the other end of that lunge line.  None of those things ever made my arms ache and shake like 30 minutes with a weed eater does.  What the hell is it about those things that do that?