Why does so much of our life revolve around food?

I was trying to decide what to have for dinner tonight and decided that I must not be that hungry because I could not think of what I wanted to eat.  I finally decided on leftover rotisserie chicken, but while I was munching I thought about my two weeks in the canyons of Gunnison, Colorado, while traveling in my motor home.  I had been in a big beautiful RV park for about a month where  I was a karaoke DJ, and where every Friday we made Hobo soup.  That's where everybody just brings whatever canned veggie they had and we dumped it all together and made soup.  Amazing, how everybody always had the right ingredients, tomatoes, corn etc.  The ladies in the park always added desserts and cornbread, crackers, or french bread, and dinner was served.  Then I would set up and we would sing Karaoke for a couple of hours, what a blast to see people who thought they could sing, hurt our ears so bad, and then to see the bashful ones who had to be talked into singing, come up on stage and blow our socks off.   OOPS!  that's not the story I wanted to tell you, oh well, there goes a bit more of that babbling.. LOL   While exploring one day, I stumbled onto this little RV park, that only had about 20 sites and each site backed up to a little stream that was full of trout!  I moved immediately from the big park and backed the motor home right up to that stream.  I would open my windows at night and listen to that stream, and let me tell you, there is no sweeter music to lull you to sleep.  Every day I caught one of those trout, cleaned it and cooked it, every way you can cook trout, always outside by that beautiful little stream!  I enjoyed every peaceful minute by that stream, and even though I have never been a person that could eat the same thing all of the time, I loved eating one of those trout everyday, maybe because  I caught it myself, maybe, because it was so peaceful there, maybe because anything you eat outside tastes better, who knows!  
I remember when we were kids, our parents took us camping all of the time in the summer.  We had an Army tent and 9 Army cots and usually had whatever my Mom brought from home to eat.  I just remember it never mattered whether it was peanut butter and jelly or french fries on the Coleman stove or even potted meat sandwiches, everything tasted wonderful when we were outdoors.  No sodas, just koolaid or tea that Momma made, and we drank gallons of it.  How did we survive without bottled water and cokes and flavored coffees?  What a prissy little thing I have become, because I almost always have bottled water in my fridge, and some fabulous flavored coffee in the coffeemaker.
Oh WOW!  Now I'm really hungry!  Hey,  y'all excuse me while I go eat some more.  Hmmm, I'm thinking french fries and some koolaid...  I may even have to go get some potted meat and sit on the porch with my sandwich and pretend I'm at the lake with my family...Ahhhhhhh!!!

Why we do the things we do?

So, I've been reading a book called, "Little Bee".  I chose the book because it made me think of my Daughter, who has the nickname Baby Bee, given to her by her pool team.  After finishing the book, (which did not make me think about my Daughter, because it was a very sad book, and she doesn't like sad books), I decided that I needed to re write the ending to make it happier.  Coming to this conclusion made me think about an old boyfriend, Fred.  Fred was my first Yankee boyfriend, and he was also my first Jewish boyfriend, both of which fascinated this little Southern girl from Bastrop, LA.  I learned everything I could about being Jewish, not because Fred was a devout Jew, but because I was curious.  I became quite the good little Jewish Christian, eating gelfelte fish, chopped liver, making seder dinners, attending High Holy Days,  lighting the menorrah, and celebrating Hannakuh, (wow, that's nice, 8 nights of presents).  What is funny about all of this, is that Fred didn't know as much about the Jewish traditions as I did, he always said I would make a better Jew than him.  I told him that might be true except that I already met Jesus, and have a personal relationship with him, and you just think He was a nice little Jewish boy. 
Wow, did I get sidetracked!  I brought up Fred, because the first movie we watched together was "Up Close and Personal", with Robert Redford and Michelle Phiefer, and if you have seen that movie you know it has a really sad ending, when she sees his boots and realizes he has been killed.  Well, I was blubbering on the couch next to Fred and he said, " No need to cry Baby, those are not his boots, he moved to Montana and became the Horse Whisperer", which of course had me howling with laughter.  I was always willing to watch any movie with Fred, because he would always make up a happy ending for me.  Thus the reason for telling you about Fred, he is the reason I can read a book or watch a movie that has a sad ending, because he helped me see I can re write the ending any way I like, and that is exactly what I do, with books, movies and my life, I am forever changing!
I fell in love with reading as a little girl and lived vicariously through all of the characters in the books.  I loved when I was old enough to walk downtown to the library and some of my brothers always walked with me,so I got to check out lots of books. I would read them so fast that the librarian would let me check out as many as I could carry and thank God, I had lots of siblings to help.  Why did I bring this up, because I think this is why I have loved adventures and have been so fearless about having them, I wanted to do and see the things I had been reading about.  I remember there was a new girl in one of my elementary school classes, and as was usual protocol, she had to stand up and tell us about herself.  I don't remember her name, but I remember she had lived so many different places, I was in awe!  I remember thinking I am going to go lots of places someday, and by George, I have and will continue to go anywhere and everywhere.
Well, folks, I hope you haven't been too bored, I tried to warn you in the name of my blog, lots of babbling, but oh how I love life and I do so love to share it!

How do you know where to start a blog?

O.K.  here I go!  I don't really know what I am going to say here, thus the name, I suspect I will babble a lot!  When thinking about what to tell my blog reading friends, I wondered, shall I tell you about the year I lived in a motorhome and traveled with no job, just working here and there?  Or should I tell you about working for Disneyland as a character, or maybe I should tell you about the car accident that made me afraid to drive for awhile so I worked in an all black bar as a waitress because I could walk there?  Or shall I tell you about my internet dating adventures, there's some funny stories to tell?  Shall I tell you about growing up in a family with 5 brothers and 1 sister and not realizing how poor we were until I grew up?  Shall I tell you about 11 days in London, just getting on a plane and not knowing anyone, or having any itinerary?  Shall I tell you about 14 days in South Korea, or my job as a clown?  So many choices, so I have decided that I will tell you all of it, and more.  I will probably blog the same way I talk, in random order, having one memory prompt another, but I will try to make it interesting and fun. If you haven't had the adventures I have, you can live a little vicariously through mine.  I will sprinkle today with yesterday, and I can't promise how often I will blog, but I will do my best to make you laugh at least once while you are reading it.  So fasten your seatbelts kiddies, we are in for a wild ride!