Thursday, August 30, 2007

No Fly Zone


There once was a college tour guide,
Whose zipper decided to slide.
So sad she didn't know,
Until the very end of her show,
And the whole group saw her pants open wide!

Sorry but I just could not resist. I will not let your identity out of the barn (door that is).


Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Here Come The Brides

I decided to add a watch list for blogs containing posts about gay marriage. As most of you know, here in Massahchusetts we gay and lesbian folk are allowed to tie the knot. I don't have many friends who actually took the plunge, but it's nice to know that most good people of the Commonwealth view gays and lesbians as equals under the law. We've been very sensitive in this state to the rights of others, ever since that whole witch hanging thing in Salem. I guess we realized that religion and politics don't mix. Anyway, for those of you needing a little more help to sort out your feelings about gay marriage, check out the blog post from http://mattke-johnson.com/barnblog/?p=17 entitled 10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage Is Wrong. It's got some of the most clever reasoning that I have read to date. Enjoy!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Don't Try This At Home Part 1


Come on in, the water's fine!

For some reason, bath time in Chicopee was more like a day at the beach. I would suite up with my girlie grandma white undies, diving mask, and occasionally a snorkel. And no, this was not when I was 14. It was when I was 12. Just kidding.....

Anyway, I guess the Summer Olympics must have been that year because for some reason I thought diving was a cool sport that could be done from just about anywhere - diving boards, cliffs, pool ladders, and yes, the bathroom floor. So with my Mom as an audience I took a flying leap into the back edge of the tub, head first, white undies flying up and into the 8 inches of water that filled my indoor pool. Now mind you, I had a pool out in the yard so there was no reason for me to think that the only way I could go swimming was in the tub. But for some reason I thought if I could do it outside, why not right here right now.

Needless to say, instead of a gold medal, I received a large Grade A Jumbo egg to the top of my forehead. And by some miracle of miracles, I did not break my neck or sustain permanent injury. Unless of course, you consider my current mindset, which still has a tendency to think doing dumb things is OK. Did I ever tell you about the time I ate the dirt from my sandbox?......