Her: Where'd that come from?
Him: I don't know.
Her: Want a use it?
Him: Sure.
Her: Get the lube.
Her: Front or back?
Him: Back.
:-)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
POOL & HOT TUB PARTY HNT
August 7th, I am hosting a party for all of my friends and yes, that means you. Hell, even if I don't know you, but if you're reading this, stop by. I promise a great time.
Yes, that could be you floating in the chair over on the right.
We'll have a great time. and remember, it's an adults ONLY party, because bathing suits are optional.
I might even cook for you.
Or you can hang out in the hot tub.
Or relax in the pool and catch some rays.
When night falls, it's even more fun. I love this night time view.
I can't believe how lucky I am.
You can even roast marshmallows over the fire in the fire pit?
Do you want this to be you in August? Then come over and join in the fun?
Yes, that could be you floating in the chair over on the right.We'll have a great time. and remember, it's an adults ONLY party, because bathing suits are optional.
I might even cook for you.
Or you can hang out in the hot tub.
Or relax in the pool and catch some rays.
When night falls, it's even more fun. I love this night time view.
I can't believe how lucky I am.
You can even roast marshmallows over the fire in the fire pit?
Do you want this to be you in August? Then come over and join in the fun?HAPPY LONG ISLAND NY POOL PARTY HNT!
SEE YOU THERE!
SEE YOU THERE!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Rerun - Like Father Like Son HNT
I was going through a box of very old photos I found while cleaning out my mother's apartment. I came across many that I've never seen, and some that I remember very well. This one of my father was one of those. I hope you enjoy this rerun HNT from December 9, 2005.
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MOTHER OF GOD! I HAVE BECOME MY FATHER!Yesterday I posted a story about my father being Sanda Claus and SGM made a comment that it was too bad I didn'’t have a picture of him dressed as Santa. This sent me on a search for a picture of my father and I found this one him at our wedding.
These is a picture of my father at 51 and me at 50. When I looked at his picture next to mine, I was amazed at how much we looked a like. The most striking thing to me was that our right eye is slightly more closed than our left eye.
I really have become my father, which make me about the happiest person on earth tonight, because he was the BEST! May you rest in peace dad, love you.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday Stoney!!!!!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
POOL & HOT TUB PARTY HNT
You are here by invited to an adults only pool party in my new back yard on August 7th. You can fly into the Islip (ISP) airport that's only 5 minutes from my house.Sorry I can't invite your kids, but knowing myself and some of my friends, there will be skinny dipping involved.
I forgot to mention, if there's anyone you think would want to come too, please let me know and I'll invite them. That, and girls are welcome even if I don't know them.
Start Time: Saturday, August 7, 2010 at "What time do you want to come?"
End Time: Sunday, August 8, 2010 at "Sometime the next day works for me."
Location: Sayville, Long Island, NY
Email: tchliek@verizon.net
The time is getting close, so please let me know if you are coming.
HAPPY POOL & HOT TUB PARTY HNT!
Thursday, June 03, 2010
I LOVE MY HOT TUB HNT
Naked chicks..........
......... and playing footsies with three chicks.
I LOVE MY HOT TUB HNT!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Hot Tub HNT
The hot tub just may be the best thing I ever purchased.
HAPPY HOT TUB HNT
FYI!
MY 'FIRST ANNUAL BLOGGER HOT TUB & POOL PARTY' IS ONLY 72 DAYS AWAY ON AUGUST 7TH.
OS WILL BE THERE, SHUMPY WILL BE THERE. TARA TAINTON WILL BE THERE. EVEN VIXEN AND A COUPLE OF HOT FRIENDS MIGHT BE THERE.
MY 'FIRST ANNUAL BLOGGER HOT TUB & POOL PARTY' IS ONLY 72 DAYS AWAY ON AUGUST 7TH.
OS WILL BE THERE, SHUMPY WILL BE THERE. TARA TAINTON WILL BE THERE. EVEN VIXEN AND A COUPLE OF HOT FRIENDS MIGHT BE THERE.
THE QUESTION IS, WILL YOU BE THERE?
Thursday, May 20, 2010
How time flies. It seems like just yesterday that Osbasco came up with a great idea. An idea that has grown and grown into something that gave us all much pleasure and allowed us to show our naughty side. This week we were to post our first HNT and duplicate it 5 years later. Here's as close as I could come. Enjoy.
Here is my first HNT. I posted it on August 10, 2005. I give you me and my socks!
Here I am almost five years later, me and my 40 year old army socks.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Last week not that anyone pays attention anymore I posted a story about the 40th anniversary of getting out of the army. That post brought back some great and some not so great memories, but trust me, most of those memories were great.
This week I came across one of my army fatigue shirts. It is one of the ones I wore right after I got back from Vietnam. I only weighed about 112 lbs, but surprise, surprise, I could still button it.
This week I came across one of my army fatigue shirts. It is one of the ones I wore right after I got back from Vietnam. I only weighed about 112 lbs, but surprise, surprise, I could still button it.
Come on, one button counts, doesn't it?
HAPPY STILL BUTTONING MY ARMY FATIGUES HNT
HAPPY STILL BUTTONING MY ARMY FATIGUES HNT
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
LeBron James Soon To Be a NY Knick ...... I hope.
I can't wait! It looks like a lock that Lebron James will be traded to the NY Knicks. He's been made an offer most men and many women, wouldn't refuse!
LeBron James -- Free Lap Dances for Life, If ...
LeBron James just got the sweetest offer in the history of mankind to move from Cleveland to the New York Knicks -- a lifetime of free stripper action.
The Cleveland Cavaliers star -- who will become a free agent after this season -- is getting million-dollar offers from several franchises to make the switch to their team ... but if LeBron inks a deal with the Knicks, New York's premiere strip club Scores says it'll give the basketball star:
- A free lifetime of lap dances
- A "LeBron James Day" when all the strippers will wear his jersey
- And free food for life at the strip club's very own steakhouse
Good luck competing with that Utah!
http://tinyurl.com/22nt42z
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LeBron James -- Free Lap Dances for Life, If ...
LeBron James just got the sweetest offer in the history of mankind to move from Cleveland to the New York Knicks -- a lifetime of free stripper action.
The Cleveland Cavaliers star -- who will become a free agent after this season -- is getting million-dollar offers from several franchises to make the switch to their team ... but if LeBron inks a deal with the Knicks, New York's premiere strip club Scores says it'll give the basketball star:
- A free lifetime of lap dances
- A "LeBron James Day" when all the strippers will wear his jersey
- And free food for life at the strip club's very own steakhouse
Good luck competing with that Utah!
http://tinyurl.com/22nt42z
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
HAPPY 40TH ANNIVERSARY TO ME HNT!
Forty years ago I was drafted into the United States Army. It wasn't all bad, the second year was a blast!
I was drafted into the United States Army on May 6, 1968 at the ripe old age of 19 years, 6 months and 2 days. Government policy at the time was to draft all men into the military at 19 ½ years of age if they hadn’t already joined or had a deferment of some kind. I almost joined earlier that year, but backed out to take my chances with the draft.
Although draftees were a small minority (16%) in the U.S. armed forces, they comprised the bulk of infantry riflemen in Vietnam (88% in 1969). They accounted for more than half the army's battle deaths. Because of student and other deferments, the draft and the casualties fell disproportionately upon working-class youths, black and white.
My father and stepmother drove me down to the draft board office in Smithtown NY that morning where I checked in and was put on a bus for the ride to Fort Hamilton in Brooklyn for induction. I remember staring out the window during the ride into Brooklyn wondering if I would live through this adventure and make it back home again after it was all over.
We arrived in at Fort Hamilton about an hour or so later, where we were interviewed and given a short physical. They asked a lot of questions to try and find out if we were medically fit, gay or mentally challenged. Not surprisingly, some were turned down. Those that were accepted, me included, were sent into in a room with lines painted on the floor and a large American flag in front. We were told to line up along the lines and then “asked” to step forward to "voluntarily" be sworn in.
At the final phase of the induction process, a military recruiting officer will order the Registrant, and any other Registrants present, to "line up on the line.” (a line, or several lines, is/are painted on the floor). A military recruiting officer will then order all those "joining the army,” (or whatever) to “take one step forward” … THOSE WHO LINE UP AS ORDERED AND TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD JUST "VOLUNTEERED!" BY TAKING ONE STEP FORWARD, YOU CONVERT YOUR "REGISTRANT" STATUS INTO THAT OF AN "INDUCTEE"!!!!
The oath is administered:"I, (state your name) do solemnly swear that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the Constitution of the United States of America and will defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic, and will obey the orders of the President and the officers appointed over me, so help me God."
Well, that was it, I was now the property of the United States Army. We were then lead out of the room and broken down into smaller groups depending where we were assigned. I was assigned to Fort Jackson in South Carolina, where ever that was. My group got on a bus for the ride to JFK airport in Queens. When our plane landed in Columbia South Carolina a few hours later, we were met by someone from the Army and put on another bus for the ride to Fort Jackson where the fun really started.
As soon as the bus pulled to a stop in front of the Reception Center, the meanest man I’ve ever come in contact with up to that point in my young life, jumps on the bus and starts yelling and screaming orders. “OFF THE BUS! DOUBLE TIME! LINE UP!" and all kind of crap like that.
I spent one week at the reception center where we were given haircuts, tested a lot and were issued our uniforms. Then it was off to 8 weeks of basic training (where I met much more mean men). Next it was 8 weeks of Advanced Individual Training (AIT) not to far from where I took basic training (the men were a lot less mean here, but not nice by a long shot) where we were actually taught to be infantryman. I graduated from AIT with the rank of PFC, issued my orders for Vietnam and then given 30 days leave.
When my leave was over I caught a plane out of JFK airport in Queens bound for San Francisco California. I spent one night in a hotel room crammed in with about 8 other guys. I slept on the floor that night. The next morning I reported to the Oakland Army Terminal to begin my processing for deployment to Vietnam. I spent a few days in Oakland before getting my orders and then boarded another bus ride to the airport where we boarded a Flying Tiger Airlines plane and headed out across the Pacific on a 25 hour plane ride.
Our first stop was in Hawaii where they refueled and changed crews. We were sent to a deserted terminal while this happened, where they could keep an eye on us. When we got back on the plane, attendance was taken and one guy had bailed. Next stop was Midway Island for refueling. Midway is literally just an airstrip in the middle of a lot of small islands. We were suppose to stop in Guam next, but a typhoon diverted us to the Philippines instead. Here they refueled and changed flight crews. The whole time up to now, we flew with the sun in daylight, but the rest of the way was in the dark.
Things got pretty quite on this last leg of our journey because reality was setting in fast. I did manage to sleep a little, but mostly I just did a lot of thinking and trying to imagine what was in store. Once over Vietnam, the stewardess announced we were over the country and to wake up and get ready for landing. I remember looking out the window; I had a window seat, and seeing the vast darkness and every once in a while, a small point of light.
It wasn’t long before we were landing at Bien Hoa airbase in Vietnam which about 20 miles northeast of Saigon. The date was October 6, 1968 somewhere around 11:00 at night if I remember correctly. Just before getting off the plane, the flight crew thanked us for flying Flying Tiger Airlines and said something like “We hope to see all of you back with us in a year for the ride home”. We all looked at each other wondering which of us here wouldn’t make that flight back to the "World".
Bien Hoa Air Base was located 20 mi (30 km) NE of Saigon and near the infamous LBJ (Long Bien jail), which was the in-country military prison compound. Bien Hoa was also a huge munitions storage area. The base itself was upgraded from an old French post, and still had many of the old French buildings and small concrete bunkers scattered around the perimeter.
If you want to read the best parts, check out my Vietnam Story blog.
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I was drafted into the United States Army on May 6, 1968 at the ripe old age of 19 years, 6 months and 2 days. Government policy at the time was to draft all men into the military at 19 ½ years of age if they hadn’t already joined or had a deferment of some kind. I almost joined earlier that year, but backed out to take my chances with the draft.Although draftees were a small minority (16%) in the U.S. armed forces, they comprised the bulk of infantry riflemen in Vietnam (88% in 1969). They accounted for more than half the army's battle deaths. Because of student and other deferments, the draft and the casualties fell disproportionately upon working-class youths, black and white.
My father and stepmother drove me down to the draft board office in Smithtown NY that morning where I checked in and was put on a bus for the ride to Fort Hamilton in Brooklyn for induction. I remember staring out the window during the ride into Brooklyn wondering if I would live through this adventure and make it back home again after it was all over.
We arrived in at Fort Hamilton about an hour or so later, where we were interviewed and given a short physical. They asked a lot of questions to try and find out if we were medically fit, gay or mentally challenged. Not surprisingly, some were turned down. Those that were accepted, me included, were sent into in a room with lines painted on the floor and a large American flag in front. We were told to line up along the lines and then “asked” to step forward to "voluntarily" be sworn in.
At the final phase of the induction process, a military recruiting officer will order the Registrant, and any other Registrants present, to "line up on the line.” (a line, or several lines, is/are painted on the floor). A military recruiting officer will then order all those "joining the army,” (or whatever) to “take one step forward” … THOSE WHO LINE UP AS ORDERED AND TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD JUST "VOLUNTEERED!" BY TAKING ONE STEP FORWARD, YOU CONVERT YOUR "REGISTRANT" STATUS INTO THAT OF AN "INDUCTEE"!!!!
The oath is administered:"I, (state your name) do solemnly swear that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the Constitution of the United States of America and will defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic, and will obey the orders of the President and the officers appointed over me, so help me God."
Well, that was it, I was now the property of the United States Army. We were then lead out of the room and broken down into smaller groups depending where we were assigned. I was assigned to Fort Jackson in South Carolina, where ever that was. My group got on a bus for the ride to JFK airport in Queens. When our plane landed in Columbia South Carolina a few hours later, we were met by someone from the Army and put on another bus for the ride to Fort Jackson where the fun really started.As soon as the bus pulled to a stop in front of the Reception Center, the meanest man I’ve ever come in contact with up to that point in my young life, jumps on the bus and starts yelling and screaming orders. “OFF THE BUS! DOUBLE TIME! LINE UP!" and all kind of crap like that.
I spent one week at the reception center where we were given haircuts, tested a lot and were issued our uniforms. Then it was off to 8 weeks of basic training (where I met much more mean men). Next it was 8 weeks of Advanced Individual Training (AIT) not to far from where I took basic training (the men were a lot less mean here, but not nice by a long shot) where we were actually taught to be infantryman. I graduated from AIT with the rank of PFC, issued my orders for Vietnam and then given 30 days leave.
When my leave was over I caught a plane out of JFK airport in Queens bound for San Francisco California. I spent one night in a hotel room crammed in with about 8 other guys. I slept on the floor that night. The next morning I reported to the Oakland Army Terminal to begin my processing for deployment to Vietnam. I spent a few days in Oakland before getting my orders and then boarded another bus ride to the airport where we boarded a Flying Tiger Airlines plane and headed out across the Pacific on a 25 hour plane ride.Our first stop was in Hawaii where they refueled and changed crews. We were sent to a deserted terminal while this happened, where they could keep an eye on us. When we got back on the plane, attendance was taken and one guy had bailed. Next stop was Midway Island for refueling. Midway is literally just an airstrip in the middle of a lot of small islands. We were suppose to stop in Guam next, but a typhoon diverted us to the Philippines instead. Here they refueled and changed flight crews. The whole time up to now, we flew with the sun in daylight, but the rest of the way was in the dark.
Things got pretty quite on this last leg of our journey because reality was setting in fast. I did manage to sleep a little, but mostly I just did a lot of thinking and trying to imagine what was in store. Once over Vietnam, the stewardess announced we were over the country and to wake up and get ready for landing. I remember looking out the window; I had a window seat, and seeing the vast darkness and every once in a while, a small point of light.
It wasn’t long before we were landing at Bien Hoa airbase in Vietnam which about 20 miles northeast of Saigon. The date was October 6, 1968 somewhere around 11:00 at night if I remember correctly. Just before getting off the plane, the flight crew thanked us for flying Flying Tiger Airlines and said something like “We hope to see all of you back with us in a year for the ride home”. We all looked at each other wondering which of us here wouldn’t make that flight back to the "World".
Bien Hoa Air Base was located 20 mi (30 km) NE of Saigon and near the infamous LBJ (Long Bien jail), which was the in-country military prison compound. Bien Hoa was also a huge munitions storage area. The base itself was upgraded from an old French post, and still had many of the old French buildings and small concrete bunkers scattered around the perimeter.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If you want to read the best parts, check out my Vietnam Story blog.
HAPPY 40TH ANNIVERSARY TO ME HNT!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
NEW TV HNT
I bought a new TV for my living room. It's a 52" Sharp Full HD 120Hz LED HDTV and she is AWESOME! The best part is that PC Richards gave me 24 months at 0% interest to pay it off.
No, on second thought, watching my favorite amateur porn star in near life size is. Behold, my dear real life friend in all her naked glory, Tara Tainton.
Do me a favor and stop by Tar's web site and say hi. Make sure you tell her I sent you.
No, on second thought, watching my favorite amateur porn star in near life size is. Behold, my dear real life friend in all her naked glory, Tara Tainton.
Do me a favor and stop by Tar's web site and say hi. Make sure you tell her I sent you.
HAPPY NEW TV HNT!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Can't wait for Summer HNT!
The hot tub, so many BBQs, skinny dipping & kissing my baby in the pool. Have you made your reservations for the First Annual Blogger Pool Party on August 7th?
Thursday, April 15, 2010
UN-HAPPY TAX DAY HNT!
Today, April 15th, is the worst day of the year for me. Especially this year, because I owe so much in income taxes. All of the money I used for my outdoor projects comes out of my IRAs, which of course, is taxable at the normal tax rate. Right now I feel like I've given the tax man everything, even the shirt off my back.
UN-HAPPY TAX DAY HNT!
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Today is also Os' birthday, so stop by and wish him, okay? If so inclined to give him a gift, I'm sure he would appreciate naughty pictures.
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Today is also Os' birthday, so stop by and wish him, okay? If so inclined to give him a gift, I'm sure he would appreciate naughty pictures.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OS!
Thursday, April 08, 2010
SUMMER CANNOT GET HERE SOON ENOUGH HNT!
It was 84F here today and felt almost like summer. I said almost because..........
....... the pool isn't open.
I haven't BBQ'd yet, but I did clean the grill today so it's ready.
The waterfall isn't on yet. I really love the waterfall.
I'm not floating around in the pool with my gin & tonic and .........
....... the pool isn't open.
I haven't BBQ'd yet, but I did clean the grill today so it's ready.
The waterfall isn't on yet. I really love the waterfall.
I'm not floating around in the pool with my gin & tonic and ................. watching the girls get naughty.
IS IT SUMMER YET HNT!
Speaking of summer. My "First Annual Blogger Hot Tub & Pool Party" is on August 7th. You have 3 months, 120 days to get your plane tickets and get your ass over here.
Os bought his tickets, how about you?
Os bought his tickets, how about you?
Sunday, April 04, 2010
It's been fun......
.... but I have to put some clothes on.
I've basically spent the last few days naked, except when I was out shopping, then back to naked. My son Brian went to Detroit with his girl friend Amy for a few days to watch a couple of Red Wings games. They left Thursday and are coming back today sometime.
Sadly, I have to wear something while I'm out of my bedroom.
I've basically spent the last few days naked, except when I was out shopping, then back to naked. My son Brian went to Detroit with his girl friend Amy for a few days to watch a couple of Red Wings games. They left Thursday and are coming back today sometime.
Sadly, I have to wear something while I'm out of my bedroom.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Gormet Pizza HNT
Fridays is 'Pizza Night' at my place. I was tired of making the usual, so I made one I never made before, a "bacon, chicken & ranch" pizza. Here's how I did it.
Pre-bake a fresh whole wheat crust for 8-minutes at 450F. While the crust bakes, fry up one-pound of your favorite bacon, then crush it into something resembling bacon bits, yes, one-pound of bacon.
Next chop up an entire bunch of green onions, yes, an entire bunch.
What's the matter? You don't like onions & bacon?
Now the decision part.
You'll need some chicken. There are a bunch of options, but I chose to open a can of chicken and use that. You can bake a chicken and use some of that, or grill some chicken or even saute some diced chicken, but I took the lazy way out and used canned.
When the pizza crust is done baking and all the decisions are made, pour the ranch dressing on the crust. Use as much as you want, but not enough to make the crust soggy.
In my house that's 1/2 of the bottle of Ranch dressing.
Hey! I like ranch dressing.
Then dump on the rest of the ingredients; bacon, chicken, green onions and spread it out evenly.
Finally, dump on a 2-cup bag of your favorite shredded cheese, in this case, Monterey Jack cheese and spread it evenly.
Put the pie in the oven and bake it for about 6-8 minutes or until the cheese is evenly melted.
DON'T OVER BAKE IT, LESS YOU RUIN THE CHEESE.
Start watching it after 6 minutes or you may be sorry and ov er cook the cheese. Nothing worse than brown cheese on a pizza.
After all this, you have one of the best pizzas you'll ever eat.
Pre-bake a fresh whole wheat crust for 8-minutes at 450F. While the crust bakes, fry up one-pound of your favorite bacon, then crush it into something resembling bacon bits, yes, one-pound of bacon.
Next chop up an entire bunch of green onions, yes, an entire bunch.
What's the matter? You don't like onions & bacon?
Now the decision part.
You'll need some chicken. There are a bunch of options, but I chose to open a can of chicken and use that. You can bake a chicken and use some of that, or grill some chicken or even saute some diced chicken, but I took the lazy way out and used canned.
When the pizza crust is done baking and all the decisions are made, pour the ranch dressing on the crust. Use as much as you want, but not enough to make the crust soggy.In my house that's 1/2 of the bottle of Ranch dressing.
Hey! I like ranch dressing.
Then dump on the rest of the ingredients; bacon, chicken, green onions and spread it out evenly.
Finally, dump on a 2-cup bag of your favorite shredded cheese, in this case, Monterey Jack cheese and spread it evenly.Put the pie in the oven and bake it for about 6-8 minutes or until the cheese is evenly melted.
DON'T OVER BAKE IT, LESS YOU RUIN THE CHEESE.
Start watching it after 6 minutes or you may be sorry and ov er cook the cheese. Nothing worse than brown cheese on a pizza.
After all this, you have one of the best pizzas you'll ever eat.
Presenting my first
'Bacon, Chicken, Ranch Pizza'.
'Bacon, Chicken, Ranch Pizza'.
It was VERY GOOD and one of the best I've ever eaten.
Hey, everything is better with bacon?
Hey, everything is better with bacon?
HAPPY "DAMN, I'M A GOOD COOK" HNT!
PS
Come to my pool party on August 7th and you might be lucky enough to taste some of the tasty treats I have planned.
Os will there, so don't disappoint us by not showing up.
Come to my pool party on August 7th and you might be lucky enough to taste some of the tasty treats I have planned.
Os will there, so don't disappoint us by not showing up.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Flash Back to My First HNT
Time sure does fly.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
My 1st Half-Nekkid Thursday
I wanted to start off with something a little less risque so as not to excite y'all too much.
You too can participate in Half-Nekkid Thursday here.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
ANOTHER FLASH BACK HNT
Let me take you back to 1973.
Barbara and I got married in July, 1972. About a year later, it started to hit me at how much I missed having a dog around. So we bought some dog books and researched the traits and size of different breeds of dog. We finally settled on a Cairn Terrier. Meet our puppy Fritz.
Fritz lived a long and happy life, 17 years, and brought so much joy into our lives. I still miss him.
Bonus! Play the 'CAN YOU GUESS HER MUFF?' game! You try to guess what each girl does with her hair. It doesn't matter if you get it right, because there aren't any prizes, but it's fun guessing. Click here.
Barbara and I got married in July, 1972. About a year later, it started to hit me at how much I missed having a dog around. So we bought some dog books and researched the traits and size of different breeds of dog. We finally settled on a Cairn Terrier. Meet our puppy Fritz.
Fritz lived a long and happy life, 17 years, and brought so much joy into our lives. I still miss him.
HAPPY FLASH BACK TO 1973 HNT!
Bonus! Play the 'CAN YOU GUESS HER MUFF?' game! You try to guess what each girl does with her hair. It doesn't matter if you get it right, because there aren't any prizes, but it's fun guessing. Click here.
GREAT NEWS!
Os purchased his airplane tickets for New York and my the 'First Annual BTExpress Blogger Pool Party'. He was able to get a good price because he booked early, so make sure you get yours before the rush. The party is on Saturday, August 7th. You're all invited, so be there or be square.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
HOLY SHIT!
I totally lost a day this week, so I missed HNT. It can't be old age, because I haven't grown since my 18th birthday. Man, I had a good post too. Oh well, next week then.
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