So heeeeere we go...my first link up!  Well, I will at the very least attempt to link up with the brilliant Amanda at runningwithspoons.com who started this whole :

• First off: puzzle me this:  when does morning, afternoon, evening, and night officially begin and end?  We bid (I like using that word--makes me feel British or something) each other a "Good morning"; yet how early is too early?  I mean, officially doesn't morning start at 1 am?  But if someone said "Good morning" to me at that hour they'd soon realize their morning was just about to get bad!  Actually, in all honesty if someone said good morning to me at one a.m. I would definitely have a problem in that I live alone....or my cat Izzy has been reading more during the day than I suspected....So we greet our office mates, friends, family with this up until...obviously NOON!  Technically, at 12:01 pm it is INDEED after...noon...afternoon.  Duh!  So great it's after noon....but....what about the dreaded evening....when does that begin?  Ugh! And now night...gasp!  What?  When?  How?  For how long!  EEK!  The madness of it all....And another question:  How come the second half of the day gets three greetings: "Good afternoon", "Good evening" and "Good night"? And the first half is stuck with "Good Morning"?  Shouldn't there be like a "Good beforenoon"?

• Numero Dos:  Kudos to Special K for their new commercial.  (That's got to be sacrilegious:  Kudos and Special K in the same sentence...hmmm....)  The commercial to which I am referring to is the jean commercial:  women shopping for jeans, looking for the sizes on the tags only to discover words like 'beautiful', 'confident', 'worthwhile', etc.  As they state, "You are not a number".  Awesome message...but wait...isn't this from the same company spouting 100 calorie pack snacks, the "Special K Challenge" when you eat like two servings of cereal a day and a "wholesome" dinner?  Something a little fishy there isn't it.  Now if you know anything about me....which most of you...aka...known of you does you know I am not about numbers; I have not OCD issues with numbers.  Hi.  I am pot.  Nice to meet you kettle.  You are black.

• Three:  I cringe to get to three.  What will happen after three you ask?  The childhood mystery continues.  How many children are afraid of the "after" three?  I mean how many parents make it past three before their children do what they were asked to do or stop doing what it is they are doing?  You know what I mean.  A child flicking the light switch on off, on off, on off, on off..."Stop Heather"  I hear my mother warn.  On off, on off....Mom: "One...two..." Lights on.  On.  On......OFF!  Mom, "Heather....one....two...................."  Lights ON!  I mean seriously how long can she hold out on getting to three.....really?  Next, time you know it'll be "One.....two..................................................................................................................................."

• I should/could/may end on four.....I feel like I've given some thought provoking information that needs to be digested by all without giving indigestion....which leads to an intriguing question...how do we determine when enough is enough.....think about it.....really thiiiiiiiiink about it.  If you are given three cookies....only...three cookies. what would you do?  Eat them all at one time?  Eat one and save two for later?  Eat two now save the last for later?  Save them all for....what, I mean how long do you save them?  They're cookies!  If those three cookies had to last you the rest of your life....like your only supply of food....how much would you eat at one time?  Perhaps you would think, "If I ate them all right now perhaps, just maybe I'd get lucky and find something else to eat.  And if not, I'm going to die anyway might as well face the demise sooner rather than later".  Or maybe you say, "Three cookies.  That's it?  The. rest. of. my. life?  I'll take a nibble of one for now...that should last me, what? till November, December...I mean, wait, I did sign up for that Thanksgiving Day Marathon...may want to save at least 1/2 of one for that day right?  I mean it is 26.2 miles or something...and it's only the .2 that kill you anyway...yeah 1/2 should do........"  So a nibble now....but wait then you realize what the heck!  These are store bought cookies that are stale and taste like cardboard...not even worth eating...not three of Mom's homemade cookie recipe which no one can replicate unless of course they trek all the way to the store, wait in line, spend well-earned money, drive home, and follow the recipe on the back of the Nestle chocolate chip bag.  Might as well eat them all now....what you thought I'd toss these suckers?  They're cookies...they're free...c'mon!