Google Scared Me On My Birthday

So, getting up this morning I did the usual - after getting my Costa Rican coffee from Joffrey's of Tampa (excellent, by the way) I opened my Chromebook to get online and do what I usually do: drink coffee and read.

Well, today is the day I came into the world fat. I've just gotten fatter and slightly taller. And Google's home page let me know too much about it - and yes, that kinda scared me . . . to the point that I almost misspelled "scared" as "scarred." Maybe the extra "r" makes it extra scary!

I realize why Google did this - they can. Their intention isn't to scare, but to make me feel that this is "neato espisito." But I don't feel that way - again, it's intimidating that they know so much about me.

Maybe it boils down to the bone of advertising. So, I'm going to buy something . . . for my birthday.

I wonder what Google recommends . . .

Papa's 90th Birthday

Mom and I reminisced last night for a few moments about her Dad, my Papa. Yesterday would have been his 90th birthday. He passed eight years ago.

We laughed about how we think he would have been now—if you knew him, you would have figured as we did that he would be saying all kinds of crazy things. He didn't have much of a filter to begin with, age would have released his inner machinations into the big blue world with lightning speed.