this morning, i was sitting on the couch listening to my dad and his friend timmy talk about there old days living out in the booonies in the yukon/cananda/ down the yukon river.. and aparently they ahd this flour grinder, and used to make panckas, and my dad claims that one day when some people came over timmy was just like, do you guys what moose stake.. or.... famous cakes for breakfast, and so they were like famous cakes, and the myth grew, and soon people would be walking 18 miles in -40 degrees weather to eat those famous cakes tha my father made. haha thers a nother story to add to the father book..
by the by famous cakes= really good pan cakes

but in my life, i would like any one who reads this to have good wishes for brenda who is pretty sick in the hospital shes had breast cancer for a really long time and its really starting to get to her. so if you have time put a few thoughts into your mind and focus on the miraculus recover of my good friends mom and girlscout leader.
thanks