Retirement Travel and a Weird Mix of Other Stuff
How does he NOT crack up as he’s doing the voice-over? I can just imagine the chuckles in the editing room. This is why I’m not a broadcast journalist.
Poor Charlie…
I’m not into politics. I had to say that up front just so we’re clear that the purpose of this post is not to share my political views. I just had to share this photo.
I’m a t-shirt kind of girl. I especially like funny t-shirts. Put a cute little kid like this one in a funny t-shirt and I totally cannot resist him.
This is not my child, by the way. Or my grandchild. It’s not some random kid off the playground either. This budding young Republican is the child of a friend. Said friend shall remain nameless. You should know, though, that I DID NOT bully this friend into letting me post the picture. She asked for it.
Though this really isn’t about politics, while we’re bashing the Democrats…
Check out this image that says lots of folks don’t think Obama is experienced enough.
This picture is kind of funny, too. Just a little.
Here’s one that made me laugh out loud.
And one that just sort of gives me the willies.
Since I really am not into politics, I’ll stop. It’s time for bed anyway.
Please, by all means, share this post with a friend. And tell them to share, too. This little guy is just too cute not to pass around!
Perhaps it’s a photo? Like the one below, which just totally cracks me up every time I see it.
My brother, Tom, and father are in the back row. Left to right, of course. In the middle are Aunt Bertha, my sister-in-law, Sharen, and Mom. Front and center is my nephew, Joshua. They were waiting patiently, I thought, for me to get the camera set up so I could join them for a nice family photo. I tripped the shutter by accident. But I’m so glad. ‘Cause in my book, this is a classic. Those expressions are priceless.
Maybe it’s something you said you’d do. Something very public. Then you didn’t come through. So now everyone can say, “Ha! Remember when you said you’d do that!?!” Like me promising to exercise. You know, saying I was going to lose some weight. So I could get all svelte and stuff.
Confession time… I haven’t been exercising. I’m a loser. L-O-S-E-R.
I have an excuse, though. I’m having back issues. As soon as we get regular health insurance coverage and not this COBRA crap, I’ll get it checked out. I only have to hold out about two more weeks. Maybe then I’ll get back on track.
Until such time, go ahead and call me a loser. I don’t embarrass easily.
Maybe you have a funny story? I have lots. I’m not necessarily the subject of all of them. The first that came to mind (I guess because of today’s photo) as I was contemplating this post happened quite a few years back. My son, Eric (now almost 19), was about 7. Maybe a bit younger.
I was with the folks pictured in this lovely photo. We were playing cards and somehow got on the subject of old-lady pill containers. You know, those strips of little plastic compartments all fastened together with the days of the week on them in sequential order? We were telling my brother he needed one of those because he was getting OLD.
My darling son chimed in and swore I owned one.
“No I don’t,” I said.
“Yes, you do,” he insisted.
We went back and forth like that several times. He was quite adamant. Then he finally said, all loud (he may have even stood up)…
“You do, too. In your bathroom. You know, the little round one with the days of the week all in a circle?”
Everyone but Eric realized he was, of course, talking about my birth control pills. We were laughing hysterically. Not just because of what he said, but because he was laughing, too. Really hard. But he had no idea what was so funny. How do you explain birth control to a 7-year-old?
It wasn’t really embarrassing. But it sure was funny.
If you have an embarrassing moment to share, even if I am the subject, add it to the comments. I’m sure all of my faithful fans can use a good chuckle.
I don’t know these people. But they look like fun people.
I don’t know where they are. But it looks like a cool spot.
I don’t know what they’re so happy about. But it’s good to be happy.
I don’t know why I am posting this. But I’m going to do it anyway.
You probably don’t know why you read this blog either. But please come back. I promise to get more interesting in the near future!
Hubby and I spent another relaxing weekend in West Virginia. Quite a change from last year, and the year before that, and the year before THAT when all we did was work, work, and more work.
Now, all we seem to do is sit around enjoying the cool little house we built, riding our motorcycles, and eating.
Speaking of eating… it seems like that was the highlight of our weekend.
Saturday, we hopped in the car and drove about 30 miles east to Capon Bridge, West Virginia. A small town about 20 miles west of Winchester, Virginia on US 50, Capon Bridge is home to El Puente, a yummy little Mexican restaurant. A place we didn’t discover until recently that serves quite tasty Mexican food. (NOTE: As I suspected, “puente” means “bridge,” which explains the drawing of a bridge incorporated into the restaurant’s logo.)
Sunday morning, we made the 45-minute drive to La Vale, Maryland, a smallish town just west of Cumberland, where there are quite a few dining options. Chain restaurants, mostly. Like Bob Evans’, which is where we ate. They serve up a pretty good breakfast.
Later, we hopped on the motorcycles to explore more of West Virginia’s back roads. It was mid-afternoon when we ended up in Paw Paw, West Virginia. Of course, by then breakfast had worn off. When we stopped to gas-up, we noticed a little Italian sub shop place called Anthony’s Jr. It looked like an okay place, so we went there for a late lunch/early dinner and had cheese-steak subs, which were really quite good. In fact, they were the best cheese-steak subs either of had had in quite a while.
That was our weekend. It makes for a pretty boring blog post, but we enjoyed ourselves nonetheless.
We’re at the WV Place for the weekend.
Sorry, but that’s all I have to say today!
