Those darned aliens struck again only this time with my daughter Kim. Amber are you loose and tormenting people? It is a good thing they don't know where my daughter Katie lives. Even that picture would scare me. She WAS abducted and they did strange things to her 'cause she sure is strange. I keep asking her mother who the real father is.:)

It is football season and it reminded me of another story from my past. My home town and community was quite small. Our graduating class from high school was a total of 54 and it was considered quite large. Most of the students were involved in some kind of activity whether it be sports or music or whatever. I wanted to play football but my freshman year I had an operation which removed about six inches of bone marrow from my left leg. It was used for my sister, who had polio, and had lost the use of her left arm. They placed the bone marrow in her arm hoping it would restore some use to it and it worked. Of course it worked!! Consider who the marrow came from. Irish people don't do things that don't work. Anyway that shot down my football playing that year.

My sophomore year I played but was not very good due to being behind so much.

My junior year I was really looking forward to football but.... I was finishing helping a friend put up his hay. We were bringing in the equipment and my cousin and I were riding on one of the tractors. Actually he was driving and I was riding. It was one of those tractors that did not have fenders over the wheels and I was standing on the axle next to the wheel. Being knotheads and such we of course had the throttle wide open and were barreling along when we hit a bump in the road. It knocked me into the wheel which caused me to lose my balance and I fell right in front of the wheel when I hit the ground. Instantly I rolled because if I had not my head would have be squished and I would be new road kill. However my feet had caught on part of the tractor and I was bent in a backward position where my feet were coming over my head backwards. You know that hurts just a tad.

Luckily my cousin had quick reflexes and stopped the tractor before it had a chance to break my back. I do remember yelling at him to get that *&^%$#@!!! tractor off of me. He backed up, called the ambulance and they hauled me off to the hospital. I was very fortunate. The flesh from my ribs had been scraped off, my back had been traumatized (for lack of a better word) and I hurt, oh did I hurt. The worst part of the whole ordeal was the nurse taking alcohol and cleaning my ribs. They had dirt and gravel imbedded quite badly. Needless to say I did not play football that year either.

I was so far behind the other kids that by my senior year I was like a freshman starting out. So that is my story and I am sticking to it.

There Katie are you happy?

Have a nice day everyone.