Surgery Tomorrow (Friday)

Just a quick note to let everyone know I am having the surgery tomorrow morning. "YAHOO" I know it sounds strange to have someone look forward to a surgery but in my case it can do nothing but good. With fishing just around the corner I can't be bothered running to the bathroom every 5 minutes. I guess I could jump in the water with my clothes on so no one would know I had an accident. Okay enough of this foolishness.

Every now and then the devil gets the best of me and I just have to reprint something that someone either sent to me or I came across while reading. The following is from a friend of mine in Idaho Falls and it was too choice to pass up. Now when you read it remember it could be either sex that has the situation. Enjoy!!!

Subject: FW: Butt Surgery

A married couple was in a terrible accident where the woman's face was severely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was too skinny.

So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin. However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from his buttocks.

The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came from, and requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.

After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about her youthful beauty!

One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice.

She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. How can I possibly repay you?"

"My darling," he replied, "I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek."

Have a nice day and I will be back in a couple of days or so.

Another Boring Day With The Irishman

That wife of mine is a character! I just noticed a basket of clothes sitting in the middle of the floor where I am supposed to do some moving of furniture. I think she wants me to fold and put them away. Why didn't she just ask like a normal person would? Now I will have to push them out of the way and wait until she gets home to know for sure if that is what she truly wanted. Communication is the key.

Spent the day yesterday going through bills and paperwork that has piled up during the move. Mercy it does not take long to get behind with things. Went and got my blood pressure checked and it was doing very well so I called the doctor and told him to sharpen his pocket knife and lets get this thing done. Oh, Sarah, I forgot to tell you; yes, it is a TUR so no big thing really. Still waiting for his call back.

Cheryl and I went to a small restaurant last night to check out their special we had heard so much about. This is in this small town of 600 people. It was GREAT! A steak about the size of a T-bone, but I think it was a New York cut, baked potato, (Idaho of course), lots of corn, which I love, and topped off with a scone the size of dinner plate. Get this, all of that for $5.99 each. Needless to say we were both very full when we left the place. Now even Texas doesn't do things that good. :)

Got lots of things to do today so was instructed to not spend a lot of time on the computer. At least we are finding different parts of the house behind the boxes now. It almost feels like Christmas. When we open a box we are sometimes surprised at what we find inside. Hope all of you have a great day. We are having snow flurries right now so will try and send you some.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I Have Internet!!!!!

This is the time of year that beauty pageants are starting and lovely young women all over the country are vieing for that coveted Miss America or Miss USA or Miss (Whatever your state is) or maybe just for Miss (Whatever your town is). Here in Idaho we have lovely young maidens as well, but the one who wins the most is this lovely young thing pictured above.

It is good to be back doing the blog and being my usual silly self. What a nightmare it has been to get the Internet here. Living in a one horse town is "GREAT" don't get me wrong, but when you have been spoiled with large town luxuries it is hard to convert back to the good old life. We don't have high speed Internet here so I am now putting up with "dial up" and man is it slow. Not only that but I am back to getting kicked off when I am trying to download a large file or whatever. Waa, Waa, Waa.

I did not have my operation. My blood pressure was 192/98 that day and the doctor did not wish to go ahead, the big wuss. I am now on a blood pressure watch and hope to get it down by Friday so we can go ahead then. I have always had high blood pressure but maybe that was a little too high.

Do I love living in a small one horse town? Yes, indeed I do. I feel I have traveled back at least 50 years or more. I went to the hardware store for something and it was just great. No Lowes or Home Depot, no sir, it was like going back to the days of covered wagons. The store had a managerie of everything and only the store owner knew where anything was. There was a stove in the back with a fire burning and a bunch of old farmers standing around shooting the breeze. It was great. Are the people friendly? I have never met such friendly people. Everyone says "hi" and waves to you as you are going down the street. Coming from California I keep saying to Cheryl, "Who was that?" or "What do they want?" or "What are you looking at buddy?" The first night here we had two very large pizza's delivered (thank God they have pizza or I might have had serious withdrawals) and a large bucket of chicken, all by people in the neighborhood.

I hope everyone is doing well. I will try and get to your blogs so I can catch up on your lives as well. Sorry for being gone so long but the problems just would not stop coming for a while. Of course being gone I probably have new stories, that are full of blarney, to share.

Have a nice day from the Ramblin' Irishman.

I'm Baaaaack!!! At Least Temporarily

Hi Everyone,
Well, the house did NOT close on the 14th like I thought it would. It actually closed on the 20th of March and even then we were having reservations. Some of the silliest things the lender wanted or would get hung up on. But the bottom line is: WE HAVE FINALLY MOVED!!! The house is a mess because we had to leave to babyset for our children almost immediately and on Monday I have my surgery which will lay me up for about a week, or so I am told. Oh well, we have the rest of our lives to get things done. We are happy.

I still do not have an Internet service. One of the quirks of moving to a small town is that the services of a large community are not available, which is okay with me. So I am still in the search for a provider. Hopefully by Sunday I will have the problem solved.

I hope everyone who reads my silly blogs is doing okay. I am closing now for two reasons. One is that I am having a hard time typing on this keyboard of my daughters and, two, I have a Doberman lying next to me that has a flatulence problem and I must get up and kill her before she kills me with the smell. Mercy that dogs stinks.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
The Ramblin Irishman

Hooray, Thank You Lord, It Actually Happened

This will be very short but I wanted to let everyone know I will not be on the Internet for a while. The house finally closed and we will be moving this week. I have no idea what type of Internet service is available where we are going nor how long it will take me to get it.

This whole senario has been a nightmare. The underwriters want so much nit picking stuff before they will lend money to a poor person. Anyway we are excited, scared and looking forward to getting out of Utah. (No offense Tiger Sue) Will be blogging in the near future.

Tim

PS: Tomorrow is Cheryl's birthday. She is getting old that old gal. Anyone care to guess how old she is?

What Exactly Is A "Cootie Bug"

Here we have a version of a cootie bug. I have no idea what a cootie bug really is but I have found there are many versions of it. Is it dangerous? I don't know but I have heard that some species of cootie bug are very dangerous and should be approached with extreme caution.

This is another type of cootie bug that I found a picture of. Hidious creature to say the least. but wait... that's not all! On the right is still another type but I don't remember just exactly where in the world this particular one is found. I think someone went to Anarctica and came back with a bad case of cooties and this was the predominant one. (You'll have to excuse my spelling but just seeing these things gives me the heeby jeebies)

There are "4" types of cooties bugs and the last picture I will post is the most scariest, the most mind bogling discovery, the, well words just cannot describe it well enough. This particular cootie bug came from outer space. It was a first thought that it some how attached itself to the space shuttle but that theory has been disproven. Then it was thought that a meteor brought it to earth but scientist stated the entry into earth's atmosphere would have destroyed it. The only explanation that is plausible today is that it was abducted from earth, changed somehow into the state it is in now and then returned. The next picture shows the female version of a cootie bug and is known to have actually been seen in the state of Colorado somewhere in the Broomfield area. If you see this creature please approach with great caution. It is believed that it offers food, claiming to be a culinary specialist, but in reality it has doctored the food with little cooties and you will become infected. Now when you view this picture do not let your children see it for it can cause grave mental damage. Okay here goes....

Note the shifty eyes, the sharp teeth, the hands ready to pounce, the cheeks and smile as if to say, "I have you now." Most of all look at the headpiece. It is red from the blood of the last victim and this particular cootie attached the ears of its last victim to its hat for display like a trophy case. Scary indeed. Now it has been proven that this cootie did come from space. The mother ship abducted it when it was very small, rejected it for whatever reason and sent it back to earth to torment and terrorize the populace. This cootie will speak and claim it can play cribbage but do not believe it. It is a very terrible cribbage player.

Residents of Colorado please lock your doors, keep your children off the streets and if you spot this particular species run, run, run as if your life depended on it. Please do not encourage it to migrate to other areas of the country such as Utah. What did we do to you?

Oh, last but not least, this cootie bug will answer to the name of AMBER.

Have you ever noticed that even though you proofread your writing there are still mistakes that appear out of nowhere. An e left off or an a or whatever the case may be. I try to proofread my blogs each day but still miss a few things and even spell check misses them. Oh well.

How many of you who read these silly blogs of mine know your state song? How many of you even know if your state has a state song? When I was young and attending elementary school each day we would have a morning prayer, sing our state song and recite the pledge of allegiance. I feel kids miss out on so much today. It was one day at the jail that a group of us were visiting and found out several were born and raised in Idaho. I asked if they knew the state song and we all burst out in singing, "And here we have Idaho. Winning her way to fame. Silver and gold in her sunlit name and romance lies in her game. We will go singing, singing of you. All proudly too, all our lives through we'll go singing, singing of you. Singing of Idaho."

Now I will admit it has been years since I have sung that song in any kind of seriousness but now whenever I cross the border into Idaho I sing it with gusto. My wife thinks I'm funny but she can't sing the Ohio state song, in fact she doesn't know if Ohio has one. Sheesh, and she laughs at me!!

In response to yesterdays story about my friend Garl Winger; he died from a tree falling on him. It was a freak accident though and not of his fault. The odd part was that according to witnesses he just stood there and let it happen; kind of like he was glued to the spot. He was working on the new road going over the mountains from Victor, Idaho to Jackson, Wyoming. There was a log boomed up for whatever reason and the cable or device that was holding the log up, broke and the log hit him right on the head. A very sad story.

This house thing is driving me to the grave. I will be dead and my wife will have someone else to enjoy the house with, if we ever get it. We only have two days left to close or we start paying a $100 a day penalty. The problem lies with the underwriter wanting so much and being so picky about things. By the time we find out what they want and then track down the information too much time has gone by. Such is the life of one trying to buy a house. Many of you know exactly what I am talking about.

I apologize for not reading many of your blogs. I want to but have been so darn busy and so darn stressed out that I have not taken the time to do anything but feel sorry for myself. Forgive me and I promise I will try and be better 'cause everyone of you have stories and experiences that I, personally, like to read so I know you better even though I have never met you. You know it makes me sad to think of how a nice thing like blogging is abused. I read of perverts tracking down people from their blogs, or of other misdeeds going on and I think, "Gee, I wonder if people think that of me?" I sincerely hope not. My intentions are honorable and just like to get to know people from all over the world, including Canada.

Guess I have rambled enough, plus I need to go and start the car for Maw. It is cold today and looks like the Canadians are sending more snow our way. Boy they get sensitive because they lost in the olympics. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Ever have "One of those days"?

Well, this is the second time in trying to post today. The first time I was about 3/4 done when the electricity went out and erased everything which of course brought an Irish blessing from me.

I got to thinking about a friend of mine who was accidently killed in 1961 (I think). My mind is becoming more and more forgetful each day. Cheryl swears she tells me things to do and I swear just as hard that she did not or I would remember them. Hmmmmm.

About my friend. His name was Garl Winger and we had spent the summer working in Island Park, Idaho logging timber. We had a blast that summer and were into a little mischief but boys will be boys. One rule of thumb we had in logging was to never leave a tree hanging in another tree at the end of the day. It was; take the time and drop them to the ground so someone would not get hurt accidently.

This particular day in mind Garl had not only dropped one tree into another and it was hanging there, but he had managed to put two trees into the same one. We were tired and knew we would not forget those hanging trees so we just left them and went to camp.

The next morning as we approached the cut site we had, quite naturally, forgotten all about those two trees still hanging in the third one. Garl neve so much as looked up. He just started his saw and began cutting on the third tree. I was about 30 yards from him but had a lot of fallen trees in between us so getting to him in time was impossible to do. I yelled like a wild banshee (I really don't know how a banshee yells) but it was to no avail. As I watched in horror I could see the scene unfolding before my eyes. If the third tree came down the other two were obviously coming down too with Garl directly in the path and could be killed or seriously injured.

As he finished cutting on the third tree he raised up and turned a quarter turn to look at me for some reason. Just as he did that one tree passed his chest, brushing it as it went past. Not the branches mind you but the trunk. The other tree passed his back, brushing it as it went past. If he had not turned that quarter of a turn both trees would have hit him squarely on the shoulders.

Needless to say we both stood there in shocked silence. Then, as young men are prone to do, we just laughed it off and went back to work. About twenty minutes later I finished cutting a tree and turned to see what Garl was doing. He too, had just finished cutting a tree and was watching it fall to the ground. As it fell it crossed over the butt end of another tree lying there. The butt of the tree flipped into the air catching Garl squarely on the chin and flipping him about four feet into the air and knocking him out cold. I ran over to him to see how he was and he was lying there moaning and groaning but otherwise all right. That was the second issue for the day and all within an hour.

Once we dropped our trees we would take double bitted axes and walk the trunk chopping off limbs. One had to be somewhat careful or you could cut yourself very easily but having done it for some time we had no fear and were just swinging away.

I still don't know why Garl did what he did, but he went to sink his axe in the trunk of the tree for some reason. As he did, he managed to sink it right into his foot. I mean his foot was pinned to the tree trunk by that axe and I just knew he had cut it off. Again I ran over to him to see what I could do, got the axe out of the tree trunk and his foot; all the time cussing him for being so careless. We did not dare to take the boot off because it made a good pressure bandage. Garl said he could feel the blood inside and it hurt like blazes. I looked at him and said we were going home. Of course home and the nearest hospital was almost 100 miles away.

When we got to the emergency room, the boot was cut off and we found that he was the luckiest son of a gun alive. He had managed to place the bit of the axe right between the small bones in his foot and did not break or cut a one. Didn't stop him from going to the dance that weekend with his girl friend either.

So I guess all of us have "one of those days" every now and again. Me. I am so joyful and such a pleasure to have around all the time that I seldom have bad days. It is either that or all my days are bad and I seldom have good days to compare them to.

Hope all of you are having a good day today. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Another Week of Irish Ramblin"

And so begins another week and we wonder, what will this week bring? Will it brings us joy, or sorrow, or pain, or pleasure? Hopefully all of us will have a great week, after all the Academy Awards are over and we all waited breathlessly to see who would win what. Why? Because it will have a profound effect on our lives.

About my question, what is mush? As a child this word was used daily in our home but as I left home and ventured into the world I never heard the word used. I was visiting my cousin and his wife and as we sat down to breakfast she asked, "Would you like some mush for breakfast?" It was almost like hearing a foreign word being used. Mush, what in the blazes is mush? Mush is the word we used when referring to any kind of cereal. It didn't matter whether it was oatmeal, cream of wheat, grits and even cold cereal. Of course back in the covered wagon days we only had cheerios, cornflakes and cream of wheat for our "mush".

So that is why I asked the question. I was curious what kind of answers I would get back and there really was no incorrect answer.

Now, for the question of today: what is a spud? I have heard of spudnuts, spuds and I am sure other ways of using this word, but what the heck is a spud? Just call me professor for the time being.

Cheryl and I went out, to what we are still assuming will be our next home, vacuumed, cleaned and worked ourselves silly. We then went to a local eating place and had a chicken fried stake; hers with a baked potato and mine with french fries. Oh, those french fries were soooooo good. They were the good old fashioned kind; big and fat and dripping with all kinds of stuff to make my heart quit. I loved them!! We also had a plate sized scone which neither one of us could finish so we brought it home and had it for breakfast today, along with our "mush". We had a great time. I personally enjoy those kind of moments with my wife. It provides a break from the routine and affords us a time to laugh and talk with no other pressures.

Yesterday, of course, was jail day. If we get our home and move, we will not be working at the jail anymore which is sad in some ways and glad in others. We have met some very nice people who are in prison for doing stupid things and we have met people on the outside who should be in prison for doing worse things. It is great to see someone really try to change their life for the better and while they are not the majority of the prisoners, they are the ones who make it seem all worthwhile.

Guess I better quit for today. I mean boring is boring and I have been boring enough for one day. Okay here is my story for today.

Brains


In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill. Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber. "I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces. "The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope. Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.."

The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?" The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain"

The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. A man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?" The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group,

"It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used."

Mush

Okay, okay I apologize for yesterdays picture of the cupholder. I am sorry Schaumi.

I have a question for everyone to voice their opinion on. What do you think of when you hear someone use the word "mush". I asked this question to a group of the younger generation and it was very interesting to hear the answers.

For some reason I got to thinking about visits to the dentist. I think it is because my cousin said she had to go and have some work done on her teeth. I have not been to the dentist for many, many years; in fact the last visit, I think, was in 1966 while I was in AIT at Ft. Leonardwood, Missouri. I had a full Colonel pull my wisdom teeth, which had abcessed very badly, and he did a temendous job. Yes, he left some wisdom in me! Sheesh, I can just hear the comments now.

The day after I graduated from high school in 1961 I had my teeth removed and dentures put in. For some reason people in the valley where I grew up had a history of bad teeth and I was just another statistic. I remember the dentist was a very small man and he had to stand on the end of the chair to actually pull some of my teeth. While he was trying to pull the canine teeth he got so tired that he just let the pliers hang in my mouth while he took a break. I have been one of those who did not mind false teeth since my originals were so bad and so bad looking. Here is a picture of my dentures now. Sorry Schaumi, I try to keep it on the more pleasant side but the devil just gets a hold of me sometimes.

No, we did not get the house through escrow this week. Seems that the underwriter got a wild hair and wanted some more information at the last minute. Talk about take the wind out of your sails just when we thought we had the race won.

Below is a joke that my cousin, (a woman) sent me and I thought since it was harmless I would share it. Have a nice day everyone.

NEVER CHOKE IN A SOUTHERN RESTAURANT

Two hillbillies Ed and Red walk into a bar. While having a shot ofwhiskey, they talk about their moonshine operation.

Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, "Kin ya swallar?" The woman shakes her head no. "Kin ya breathe?" The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.

The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue. The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth.

As she begins to breathe again the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar. His partner says, "Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver', but I ain't never seed nobody do it!"

Highway 109

Cheryl and I took a drive yesterday and while traveling we purchased a soda to drink. (What else would one do with a soda?) Anyway, our car did not have a cup holder which made me think of this picture. That inconsiderate Cheryl would not let me use "her" cup holder though.


Forgive me for not being my ususal joyful self lately. Too many things on my mind and too many things to get done. My cousin, Nila, sent me the following item and I liked it so much that I wanted to share it with all of you. I still think it would make a great country western song.

Highway 109

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile.
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies
For death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car
Was heard above the noise
Her plaintive plea near split the air
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinned hands
She struggled to get free
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen
She did not hear them cry
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free
"Oh, God, don't let them die!"

Then firemen came and cut her loose
But when they searched the back
They found therein no little boys
But the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone
But when they turned to question her
They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication
"Please help me find my boys!"

"They're four years old and wear blue shirts
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up "They're in my car
And they don't have a scratch."

They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low
But I can't find their dad
He must have fled the scene I guess
And that is very bad."

The mother hugged the twins and said
While wiping at a tear
"He could not flee the scene you see
For he's been dead a year."

The cop just looked confused and asked
"Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you."

He told us not to worry
And that you would be alright
Then he put us in this car
With the pretty, flashing light.

We wanted him to stay with us
Because we miss him so
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
He said to tell you, Mommy
He's watching over us.

The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true
For she recalled their dad's last words
"I will watch over you."

The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed
In print so very fine
"An angel walked the beat tonight
OnHighway 109."

More About My Son Mike

Cheryl was at the prison last night having enrichment night with the female inmates. During her conversation with her counselors they got to talking about children and she related a story about our son Mike who, at one point in his life, hit rock bottom. He had nowhere to go but up! One lady made the comment it would make a great country western song; I think not. At least I won't be listening to it.

Mike has always been a pistol. As a child I kept referring to him as my miracle child because he was so mischievious that I would threaten to kill him (like most parents do) and that it would be a miracle if he lived to see the next day. He, of course, would laugh and run away because he knew his Dad could not catch him. *&^%$#@!!! kid anyway.

After he graduated from high school he was the typical kid who just had to go back, during the lunch period or when school was letting out, to get his girl friend or see some of his buddies. One day Cheryl came home to find Mike setting on the lawn, surrounded by police officers, handcuffed and dressed only in a pair of shorts. *&^%$#@!!! kid anyway. He had picked up his girl friend and was showing off on his motorcycle when a school security guard tried to stop him. The knothead tried to run him over with his bike. *&^%$#@!!! kid anyway. Luckily for us Cheryl either knew one of the officers or had that sweet innocent look because they released him and made him promise to never come on school property again.

Later in his life he was married, had two cute boys and a lovely wife but still had a streak in him of walking the edge. His wife had decided enough was enough. He came home from work one day and this is how his day went. He had lost his job due to some impropriorities, his wife had left him and taken the boys, whom he worshipped, his vehicle had broken down and to top it all off his favorite dog had run away. Now does that sound like a country western senario?

Now in his life, after many years of hardship, he is doing quite well and we are proud of him. We never stopped loving him during the trying period although it would have been easy to do. *&^%$#@!!! kid anyway. He and his wife re-married and are living in New Mexico. They are active in the church, well, moderately active anyway, the boys are growing like weeds, he is a manager for FedEx and loves his life. I guess sometimes we have to go through the refiners fire to come out better on the other end.

Sure have missed hearing from LOWA lately and hope she is okay. Well, got to get going. We are doing the walk through on the house today and hopefully finish the closing tomorrow. It is amazing how these things drag out.

Have a nice day.

Thank all of you for your thoughts and prayers for our grandson. We talked to his parents last night and he woke up yesterday but is still in ICU and fighting the problem. We have such mixed emotions concerning his situation. His life is useless on earth and the toll on his parents is unbelieveable, but how do you just let go? When our boy was so ill, just before he passed away, we prayed and did all we could to keep him 'cause who wants to lose a loved one.

As you know I have been doing my cousins country western tapes and I will say this, "I AM SICK OF COUNTRY WESTERN" Now the good old truck driving songs I liked and the guitar music I liked but the rest of it, YYYYUUUUCCCKKKKK!!! Cheryl and I were talking about it this morning and we came up with these neat titles from the music I am recording.

How Come My Dog Don't Bark? (That is my favorite title)
Since She's Not With The One She Loves She'll Love The One She's With (I wonder if it could possibly be any longer)
I Didn't Lose Her I Threw Her Away (I'll just bet it was the other way around)
Georgia Keeps Pulling On My Ring (I'll just let that one slide)
I've Just Destroyed The World (The Osama Bin Laden song)
I've Never Had A Thing That Ain't Been Used (Where do they come up with these titles)
You're The Cloud I'm On When I'm High (Give me a break people)

Anyway I find the titles very interesting and sometimes amusing. (How Come My Dog Don't Bark) Cheryl came up with her own today and it goes; How Come You Shave As I'm Walking Out The Door. Mine for her was; I Listen To You Snore And I Always Come Back For More
I think Cheryl and I have too much time on our hands. Hey, that could be a song title!!

Snowed last night. Not enough to cause problems but enough to be the proverbial pain in the hinder ender. I think I will close with an amusing item that my friend Sarah sent me from Iowa.

It's called "Forgetful Me"

My forgetters getting better,
But my rememberer is broke,
To you that may seem funny,
But, to me, that is no joke.

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there,
And, when I think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say, "What am I here for?"
I wrack my brain but all in vain,
A zero is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but gee,
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!!

When shopping I may see someone
Say, "Hi", and have a chat.
Then when the person walks away
I ask myself, "Who was that?"

Yes, my forgetters getting better
While my rememberer is broke.
It's driving me plumb crazy
And that certainly is not joke.

CAN YOU RELATE?

Have a nice day everyone!