Tuesday, January 22, 2008

I was gonna . . .

post 2 days ago. but mark got up and wanted me for something, so i shut it down, postless.
a couple of things. last thursday was my 3rd blogiversary! so i'm having a contest. sooooo, here goes. tell me a joke. a good joke. a CLEAN joke. here's the kicker. you have to base it on one of my pics from the last 3 years. the best one wins. i don't know what yet, but you win!
hard to believe i've been blogging for 3 years. good times AND bad. oy.
there's a meme running about wher eyou post the first sentence from each month from last year (feels odd to say that). dunno where i've seen it, but here goes!
Jan: if you came here looking for three stooges, you thought wrong (although i did give liam 3 stooges pj bottoms for christmas, lol!)
Feb: I had entered a contest over at the Loopy Ewe.

Mar: i've been extremely laggardly about posting.

Apr: this is the incredibly fast post.

May: i am slated to get an afternoon to myself, and i have to forgo it because mark has to work late.
June: ok, for those of you who intend on reading the book, or watching the movie for the first time: the book is "The Friday Night Knitting Club" (anybody know the html to put in underlines?)

July: it's been pointed out to me by certain, ahem, people, that i haven't posted in 2 weeks. sorry!

Aug: apparently, somebody's got their heads up their asses.

Sept: Today, while a blow for freedom of speech has been struck, a deeper, more heartfelt blow has been struck for prejudice, and inequality.

Oct: I'm feeling odd today

Nov: Three men - a Canadian farmer, Osama bin Laden and a Texan are all working together one day

Dec: this post is gonna be picture heavy.

actually, quite funny to read these out of context. of course, there are people who would say they're quite funny in context, as well, lol.

how's about some pics?

This was the coldest day we experienced while we were in Georgia. It never got above 50. lovely day for sight-seeing, eh? anyway, i could not resist taking this pic. my brother's name? Bob. (although he goes by bubba at work, roflmao!)

Yes, these stairs are as steep as they seem. River Street actually runs right next to the river, with limited access by vehicles. you can also park in parking garages farther away and walk (which is what we did, after driving around for half an hour trying to find a place to park! we even drove past the square where they filmed forest gump. unfortunately, the bench he sat on had to be moved to a museum, because people were taking hunks of it for souvenirs!) I have a picture of my mom with these stairs as well, but she's so tiny, she makes everything look huge. these stairs actually led up to a palmistry shop (although i didn't indulge).

This is what really amazed me: people actually live in apartments above river street! i, personally, would love it, but mark is too much of a hermit.

We had decided to go visit Ft. Morris, which is an earthworks fort from Revolutionary times. This is what we saw on a good part of the trip there (about 1/2 hour from bob's house). i could swear i heard dueling banjos . . .

First stop for my mom once we got to Ft. Morris was the bathroom. apparently, fast food doesn't agree with her, even if it's salads. anyway, i saw this while she was "busy," and had to snap a shot. what is it? a MOSQUITO! on december 27th! i think it dropped below freezing ONCE while we were there. (considering the high here today was 19, and was actually warmer than it had been since last thursday, mark laughed when i asked if we could try to convince his parents and my mom to move to georgia).

This was a floor loom from the 1800's, in the museum. I was amazed at how big it was.

There were live oaks everywhere, and every single one had spanish moss hanging in it. i was completely fascinated by this.

Here's mark & the boys at the sign just outside the museum. you can't read it, but it tells some interesting things about the fort.

Sean, at Tybee Island. This is the picture i was talking about. Just a simple boy, enjoying the surf and the sun, with nothing more on his mind than what he's going to have for lunch. You can hear the rush of the surf, and cries of the gulls. (and otis redding in the background, lol)
ok, the fingers are getting tired (and cold!), so i'll save the rest for another time.


Judith said...

I can't think of a single joke based on the photos you've posted, but I have a good one to share nonetheless:

"Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?"

"Yes. What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Virgil Smith....He's hidin' marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he's hidin' it there."

"Thank you very much for the call, sir."

The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.

Shortly afterward, the phone rings at Virgil's house.

"Hey, Virgil! This here's Floyd....Did the Sheriff come?"


"Did they chop your firewood ?"


"Happy Birthday, buddy!"

cheesehead with sticks said...

Oh, I'm late to the party, but wanted to say happy Blogiversary!!!