Three old men were sitting on a bench in front of the grocery store, drinking coffee and discussing what age was the worse. One man was 60, one man was 70, and the oldest man was 80.

"Let me tell ya'", said the 60 year-old man, "sixty has to be the worse. I feel like I have to pee all of the time. And when you go to pee, you just stand there. And nothing comes out."

"You think that's bad?!". said the 70 year-old man. "I have a difficult time having a bowel movement. I sit on the toilet for what seems to be hours, and I have no bowel movement."

Finally, the 80 year-old man answers. "Every morning, I am able to pee at 6:00 a.m. At 6:30 a.m., I have a bowel movement. Every morning!"

"So what's so bad about that?", asks both the 60 year-old man and the 70 year-old man.

"I don't wake up until 7:00 a.m.!"

I remember taking my lunch to school when I was a little boy attending elementary school in the late 1960s, early 1970s. Mom would always pack a sandwich, some fruit, and a cookie. And if the weather was cold, like it was most of the time in Cleveland, she would always put a Thermos of soup in with my lunch. Or maybe hot cocoa.

During that time, a company got smart and started to develop individual canned servings of fruit or pudding for lunch. Next thing you know, everyone has either chocolate pudding or peaches in heavy syrup with their lunch. Thanks Mom!

I also remember that there was always some moron who had to go to the clinic because he would cut his tongue on the sharp edge of the pull off lid that sealed the can in an attempt to lick the pudding that usually clung to the lid.. I say "he" because I know that the girls were not dumb enough to try this.

Anyway, some years later, a company developed small plastic containers that had peel away lids made of foil. This meant that now you could lick the lid and have your pudding too!

Since then, many companies market individual serving containers of pudding, yogurt, mixed fruit, salad dressing, peanut butter, jello, and anything else that can be packaged in the seven/eight ounce cups.

So imagine my surprise the other day when one of the President's Day camp participants asks me if I want his pudding and hands me this eight inch package of what I thought was mustard or ketchup, only to see that it is pudding.

The pudding is in a packet, and you tear the top open just like you do on those mustard/ketchup packets.

Question is, how are you suppose to eat it? Do you squeeze the contents into a bowl and eat with a spoon? Do you squeeze it onto a cookie? Or do you put the open end into your mouth and proceed to squeeze? I've heard of jello shots before, but pudding?

I see children walking around poking a straw into a bag and drink punch, and now this packet of pudding.

Which leads me to think, "What next?"

Well, it looks like I survived another Valentine's Day. Actually, yesterday turned out to be a good day. I didn't get to cook my shrimp scampi due to the fact that I did not get a chance to go shopping, but I did have a great pasta dinner. And the Orlando Magic beat the Portland TrailBlazers, 103-91. This puts the Magic up one game above .500, at 27-26.

While watching the game, I was thinking how many fans at the Amway Arena went to the game because the love of their life bought him/her tickets to the game for a Valentine's Day present. I then got to wondering if there would be anyone at the game making a proposal of marriage to their girlfriend.

You have seen it before at several sporting events. During a time out at a football game, or between innings at a baseball game, there is an announcement to watch the Jumbotron. And as you look up to the large video screen, some guy in Row F, Section 125 is proposing to his girlfriend in front of thousands of people.

"Will you marry me?", he asks after several thousand spectators have sang "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" and then turn their attention to you.

"Well, are you gonna marry him?", asks a drunken baseball fan. The guy who should have been cut off from buying beer after the fifth inning. This does not sound romantic to me.

A friend of mine proposed to his girlfriend by serving her breakfast in bed. They are married and have three children. Another friend of mine proposed to his girlfriend at a business meeting in front of several co-workers. That didn't go over too well.

So if you are single, or even married for that matter, I have a question for you. If your boyfriend took you to a sporting event and proposed to you while your mug is up on the Jumbotron after the last instant replay, would you say "yes" or "no"? And how would you feel being asked this question is front of several thousand people, including Buddy Beerdrinker? Would this influence your answer?

If I was to ever propose to a woman, I think it would have to be a private moment between the two of us. Alone in a romantic moment. Not like my friend proposing to his girlfriend in front of several co-workers.

As I think about it, I wonder if she has spoken to him since.

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone out there at Blogstream.

I'm not much for Valentine's Day. To me, it just another day. I guess that having to be single and unattached makes you feel that way over the years. Then I remember having to make dinner reservations, get a gift, get flowers, .....

Did I not get something I was suppose to? Did I do and say the right things?

I don't go out on Valentine's Day. Let the couples go out for the evening. All the restaurants will be busy, so I'll just stay home and pull out my recipe for shrimp scampi. Besides, the Orlando Magic are playing the Portland Trail Blazers tonight and the game is televised locally.

Sounds like a good night to me.

So if you have not seen me leaving a comment on your blog today, have a Happy Valentine's Day, and I'll visit your blog soon.

If you are reading this, that means computer number three is up and running in the computer lab.

Some time ago, Misty had a photo in her blog of an alligator paying someone a visit at their front door. I HATE it when alligators do that. They show up uninvited, and they never bring beer. Bums! So when they piss me off, I have gator tail!

Anyway, a fellow blogger asked if you really could eat the gator tail. I have had it before, but never cooked it myself. There is a data base called Food Down Under, and they have several thousands of recipes. Here is one for Misty and anyone else who may want to try this recipe, providing you can find a place that sells gator tail.

Fried Alligator Fillets

1 pound alligator
salt to taste
black pepper to taste
1 egg
milk as needed
flour for dusting
breadcrumbs as needed

Fillet the alligator meat from the bone. Slice each fillet into 1/4 inch pieces and pound until double in size. Season with salt and pepper.

Beat the egg with a little milk to make batter.

Dip the pieces of alligator into the batter and then dust in seasoned flour. Dip again in the batter, then finally coat alligator in breadcrumbs.

Deep fry the fillet for two to three minutes.

As I said, it goes great with a dip sauce, such as cocktail sauce or a good horseradish sauce.

Now that computer three is up and running, I can now take my lunch break. And the children in our after school program will be able to use the computers.

Now if you excuse me, I am going to find where our lazy employee is and feed HIM to the alligators. They have been looking rather skinny lately.