got my first eagle ever today...par-4 15th at river ridge...drove the green and drained a 20-footer...

i am smarter than my cat.
but he still wins sometimes.

I put a bra on today..cuz workmen will be here soon, to put in new
kitchen cabinets.

My Bra is the new Burkha.

i have only worn a bra once, for a hallowe'en party...

Our good uncle also looks stunning in a wedding gown...

If you guys insist, I'll supplement my recent posting here of me in a Miss America outfit with one of me in a wedding gown and bra filled with a few of my puffiest sweat socks. Truth is, I wore this gown to my sister's wedding. Sorry to ramble on, again, but a short funny story; a local republican politician was having a fund raising dinner in the next room from where our wedding was taking place, and one of his aides, probably seeing how cute I looked, had the guts to ask me to introduce him by saying a few words on the podium. Unbeknownst to them, I had a nonsense idea so when I got up there dressed like a bride but with a somewhat deep masculine voice, I said something about how "I first met Harry, our honored guest, in a bar downtown, I won't say which bar in case that may effect his voting base, but at that time I was wearing a more casual dress and he came up to me to ask me if I would vote for a guy like him. I said anybody who has the guts to ask me that in a transvestite bar has my vote" ...mostly got laughs but a few shocked quiet pauses, too. And that's the truth.

oh, wipe me...

wtf kinda talk is that for a super moderator?!?

truth is, only use organic on your organs

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...baby-wipes.jpg

Truth be held...

yikes..I mean truth be told...

no I lied...

Capitalization is important. It's the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse," and, "I had to help my uncle jack off a horse."

ahhh, the good old days when I heard Alan Greenspan "talk" (ramble?") about the truths of capitalization. Truth is, I enjoyed his circumspect choice of words and language.

I was kicked out of Brownie Scouts when I was eight years old.

I want to respond.

Slacking on the cookie sales?

ring, we have something in common ...or not so common.

The first day I went to the local Boy Scouts meeting and joined, I got thrown out. The Scout Master was a retired Marine drill instructor, tough guy, he caught me messing around, ordered me to do 100 push ups, I said hell no I didn't do anything wrong, I got ordered to leave and never come back. A half hour later I went back and apologized and they took me back. I had a very happy fun time for the next few years, I really liked camping and learning about nature etc. The Scout Master turned out to be a very fair, caring man who taught us a lot.

I objected to the scoutmaster's harsh treatment of one of my fellows.
I was sent home...

My Air-Force Officer father agreed with me...
he taught me all I needed to know...

How to make a fire, safely
How to operate a lawn-mower safely..

How to 'Fly Low' safely....

some fun...

philadelphia is not closed...

^ no it is not, but it seems like it will be flooded soon. I am getting my ark out of the garage. You are all welcome to come along, we shall repopulate the earth afterwards. Fun or not?

Cool deal. I'll bring the Missus. Also, in case we spring a leak, I'll bring an ark-welder.

cleveland municipal airport is closed...

My computer is infected with an STD, (spyware trojan doohickey) called TrojanDownloader.xs..

The bastards.

Such are the hazards of surfing the web without protection. Btw, it is true that I hate McAfee, Norton, and a few others. Truth is, lately I've been liking ESET NOD32 Antivirus, always active but never intrusive.

I have re-arranged the telephone and its appendages,
to where I won't miss his call.

it's dark outside...

I am seven pages into what appears to be a very very very good book.
It may be some time before you hear from me again...

Too many good books, not enough time to read them all. ring, if you mention the title of yours, I might add it to my "read on the beach this summer" list.

Grits'n tuna ain't as bad as it might sound.

Grits and tuna together is as bad as it sounds.

I like grits, I like tuna. What could be bad? I would drizzle this with a good olive oil and a few drops of aged balsamic vinegar, and that's the truth. Oh yeah, a fine dry white wine with these fishy grits.

/me birdied the 11th at crescent oaks today...

I have mycoplasma... damn kids bring home all kinds of sickness.

I deviate...sometimes I put my right shoe on before the left one...

such a deviant.

Sometimes I do left first then right, other times arsy versy; shirt then pants, next day pants first. I often take different roads home for the change of pace. Variety is the spice of life.

Spicy Deviants? That's what I'll call my new band. :D

Truth is, that ^ ^ ^ ^ is a total lie.

eliot spitzer is still, as of this minute, the governor of NY state...

uncle phil is still, as of this minute, a very warm and toasty snow-bird...

pj speaks so much truth...

Uncle Phil should be golfing...

I'm melting, while listening to the sound of the snow melting off the roof.