pickled bologna

Why doesn't the majority of this planet have pickled bologna?

HOME AT LAST

On Friday, June 27, I climbed what I hope was my last tower ever. My wife is now a bonafied nurse(BN) and I am no longer obligated to wander the land. I will probably not get too serious about finding a job until after the kids go back to school. I have a lot of hugs and spankings to catch up on.

Nothing funny here.

Sorry all. I miss my family and home too much to try and be funny and ridiculous. I would start a blog on being homesick and ready to kill my hotel roomates, but i'm not sure how popular it would be. I shall see you all again in happier times.

Missing

Yup, he's missing. I guess technically not missing, but at least he is not here. We are missing him though!!! Jon had to take a job out of state. The timing pretty much coincided with my starting clinicals for nursing, and yes, since you asked, I am losing my mind! He comes home whenever he can, but has been working 7 days the last couple weeks. We are very ready for a visit. I will let him know he needs to update his blog when he comes home. Although I do not comment, I still read all your blogs faithfully. You are all very good company (even if you don't know you are).

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Thou shalt not covet.

When I first published photos of my flamed out mower, a very dear friend of mine became filled with jealousy, and coveted my mower. It consumed his every waking hour. It began to affect our friendship, and even his marriage.

But just like the Grinch, he soon saw the error in his ways, and his heart grew three sizes. As token of getting over his insatiable lust for my mower, he sent me the latest modification to my lawn rod:

THE SKULL SHIFTER KNOB!!!!!

Thanks Rizzo.



 

News Flash: I'm Still Getting Old.

It seems that once again, I am given another reminder of the fact that I am not as young as I used to be. Due to repeated injury over the years, I have developed a large "boob" like growth on my elbow, that the elbow specialist doctor has informed me is permanant.

Had I only known that this condition would be the result, I might have held off on a few "Atomic Elbow" moves back in my "I'm going to be a professional wrestler" days.

While I must admit that having a "boob" permanantly attached to my elbow has it's own advantages (being a male), it also provides me with yet another sign that I'm getting old.