Blogger Boo-gah????

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My header has disappeared!

I asked John if he borrowed it, he didn't ;) ... but he said banners and headers have been randomly disappearing from blogger.

Before I let loose on them, (not really, I'm too nice) ... has anyone else experienced any problem with this or seen it on other blogger blogs?

TYVM

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Chooooooooo!

They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With their black gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt.

Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears.

This class would NOT pray during the commencements, not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it.

The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.

The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech received a standing ovation.

A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened.

All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED!!!!

The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said, "GOD BLESS YOU, each and every one of you!" And he walked off stage.

The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval.

For Cheyne, Shortman, and all the other 2009 graduates, the future is yours with endless possibilities. God Bless you!

Congratulations Cheyne!
(Don, his son Cheyne and the car Don gave him at graduation)


Congratulations Shortman!
(With his mom, Ree, TheThe Hotfessional)

*This is an embellished version of what really happen according to Snopes. Point being, that class, of our future, had already solved a problem together and united in their beliefs.

So Then ....

Last Thursday (oh mah holy hell, I haven't posted in a looooong time) at the last minute, Don got Detroit Tiger tickets from his boss. It was a day game so we made the best of our day in Detroit, since the Tigers SUCKED the wind out of the game in the third inning.

Thanks Brandon Inge for doing your part!

So then ...

We walked back to our super cool parking space ascloseasthis to Comerica Park, (never have recieving a parking ticket there before) .... only to find a $30 frickin' ticket. Yes, that's my Black G-6 the one with the ticket on it!.


So then ...

In my Nancy way, I took a buncha pics showing there is no warnings about parking and I'll send them in with my $30 check.

So then ...

We headed over to Tiger Stadium, the historical, original home of the Detroit Tigers as I have know it all my life. It's being demolished, destroyed, pulverized, even though it could be developed into a landmark park / ball fields for kids to play in. Nope a big ugly vacant parcel of land is just what Detroit has decided it should be. George Clooney saved it for a couple days by requesting a film crew be able to use it. Of cour$e Detroit $aid $ure.


So then ...

We headed to the Better Made Potato Chip factory on Gratiot because ... hell why not? Neither of us had been there and Don has been jonesing for chips. We got a quick shot of the chips coming off the conveyor belt ...

... then decided to take a pic in front of the building and its sign.

Just as I posed and Don took aim,
Momma and her kids pulled up, right in front of me.
She couldn't care less that we were trying to be all touristy and take a pic.

So then ...

We decided to go fishing.
When we got back to Don's house,
his son Cheyne and Cheyne's friend Rich were waiting for us.

Fishing, always a great way to end the day.

Cheyne and Rich serenading (?) with "I'm On A Boat" ... poses included,

... a few perch caught, (TYVM Cheyne) ... a perfect sunset,

... and a beautiful moon to call it a night.

So then ...

This weekend ... to be continued.

Ben on the Mend

After Bently had his surgery ( yes, that's how his name is spelled, unlike the Bentley automobile), his only goal in life was to lick those stitches until they were removed.

Bryan decided Ben needed a dog sitter while we were at work. His good friend Cathleen has "dog-sat" for Ben on other occasions. Like ... the first couple months of his life because I had told Bryan NO DOGS! He brought Ben home, I made it clear ... NO DOGS. Yes, we see how that turned out, tyvm. I feel like Rodney Dangerfield, no respect.

Anyway, I have grow to love this dog so much and when Bryan moves out, there just may be a fight over him.


I digress. (Really, I just like using that word ... it's thee most overused word by bloggers)

So, Cathleen watched Ben for the first week after his surgery. She also watches a couple little kids. She took the following photos.

I know Pit Bulls get a Bad Rap, especially when the Vick Dogs story came out. I also believe, the breed itself, makes for a great family pet. Remember Petey on The Little Rascals, was a Pit.

Although there are bad breeders, for the most part, I think it's all how they are trained. That goes for any other breed, including kids and what the hell let's throw men in there too! HUSH, you know I'm kidding ... maybe.

So here's Ben the Pit Bull [oh no!] playing with young kids!

Um, I think they intimidated Ben more than he did them!