Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
How much fun that must be. Drive around and when you see an officer pretend you have a phone on your ear so he will stop you, and you can get on TV and try to make the officer look like a jerk, when you’re the one that looks like the Jerk.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
People are always trying to find themselves. Personally, I think that is the most ridiculous statement ever made, but I will go along with it for the time being. I did get lost once, as a child, but my parents found me. I have been thinking about it and decided to see if I could find myself. I have come to the conclusion that I want to be a farmer. I have to get up early anyway, to go to the bathroom. I may as well stay up and hoe some weeds.
I decided my choice of crops would be tomatoes. At least for this year. I may decide on something different in the future. I had already planted one tomato plant in a pot. I have to use a pot because I do not have a plow, and it isn’t in the budget this year.
I was at a store yesterday and they had a rack of bedraggled plants. They were marked down because they were on their last leg. So I managed to scrape up 99 cents for another tomato plant. I planted it into a pot right beside Mr. Beef Steak tomato. This one has a real sexy name, Early Girl. My theory is, if tomatoes are anything like people, they will most likely take a liking to each other. Especially if they are the only tomatoes around, they will be drawn to each other. You know, like Adam and Eve.
Everybody knows what will probably happen when Mr. Beef Steak meets Miss Early Girl.
They will want to have children and even if they don’t want to, it will happen anyway.
Happy Farming to all you other farmers!!! May all your tomatoes be as happy as mine are.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Come and join me!!
I can get it
I have a couple more pictures of my Great Granddaughter. She really is GREAT and GRAND.
What in the Sam Hill does BP stand for? Google didn’t know. All I hear is the BP this and the BP that. I know it’s the folks that are responsible for the oil disaster. Just wondered what the initials stand for. I know they can’t figure out how to plug up the hole.
I have a suggestion, why don’t they put a long hose on it and aim it at the Taliban.
The weather sure is different than usual around here. It rains and rains. The weatherman said we would have some sunbursts today, so I waited for a sunburst and ran a couple errands. It’s not that I’m afraid of the rain, I washed my car in February and I don’t plan to wash it again until next February. So I keep it in the garage when it rains.
A penny saved is a penny earned. In other words I’m a tight wad.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I mess around on the computer a lot because there is nothing else to do, and it takes very little energy, which I have a lack of. So one day I found this web site called "DateHookup.com". "Now that might be fun", I told myself. I used to have pen pals, women and men, from all over the country, they were around my age and we just sent emails to each other and passed the funny jokes around, but then they began to drop off like flies. They just up and died because at this age you might do that. This web site is free. Almost instantly after I wrote out my profile and entered my picture (shown above), I had a change of heart or my sound mind kicked in for a second. I decided to cancel the whole operation and took my picture out of it and thought I had totally backed out of the deal. Well, apparently NOT, because everyday I get another letter from DateHookup. Telling me that "WhataGuy or some other such stupid screen name wants to contact me. This is the profile I put in and I cannot believe anybody would take it seriously. It was just a joke. Get It? A JOKE.
This is the letter I posted and signed EulaNoodle. Now wouldn’t you think the name would be the first turn off.
I am 81 years old and would like to exchange emails. I want nothing more, nothing less. Quite frankly I just wanted to see who is out there searching for somebody, but you have to sign up and act real serious or they will not allow you to do any window shopping. I guess you can tell by my picture that I am not all that serious about this. Now they want me to describe who I am looking for. I am looking for somebody that can type at least 10 words a minute, somebody that can catch on to a joke within a half-hour or so. I don't care what age you are. At my age I'm lucky if anybody glances my way.
Now that I am in such high demand, I want to add a personal to Katie, my granddaughter. You know just in case she might be sort of wishing she could find a nice guy, and I'm not real sure that she is, but Katie you can join this place and tell them Eulanoodle sent you and I bet it won't take long til your dreamboat shows up.