Oh Sugar Sugar!

Hi, it's Ginger, I'm on here to post some photos of my mom's new dog, Sugar Honey. I haven't seen her in real life but she's awful cute in pictures.


Oh Honey Honey


You are my candy girl


And you got me wanting you!

Witticisms & Useful Quotes

OK, they probably really aren't useful or witty but for some reason, these are so un-PC that I just have to post them. I personally laughed my a** off, but that's just me...

How many men does it take to open a beer?
None. It should be open when she brings it.

Why is a laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?
Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you.

Why do women have smaller feet than men?
It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows them to stand closer to the sink.

How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?
When she starts the sentence with "A man once told me....."

How do you fix a woman's watch?
You don't. There is a clock on the stove.

Why do men fart more than women?
Because women can't shut up long enough to build up the required pressure.

If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first?
The dog, of course. He'll shut up once you let him in.

What's worse than a male chauvinist pig?
A woman who won't do what she's told.

I married Miss Right.
I just didn't know her first name was Always.

Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman's sex drive by 90%.
It's called Wedding Cake.

Why do men die before their wives?
They want to.

It's all in good fun. Enjoy it then.

The Big Five-Oh

On Nov. 12th, I celebrated my 50th birthday. I think that's a pretty important milestone, having achieved it. Somehow, it just happens. You get up, go to work every day, struggle to pay the bills. One day you realize that you're old...OK, I'm gonna stop right there. I am not old. I'm only 50, and to those of you who can't even imagine saying that, well, not too long ago, I was you. The years, they do fly by. I have no regrets and feel the best part of my life is yet to come. Now, let me tell you about my birthday surprise. I'd already let my feelings be known about celebrating my 50th. No big blow-out, just a family dinner at my house. I was certain Jeannie would honor my wishes so with no agenda, I rolled out of the sack last Monday morning. "Don't forget, you promised to go look at that house with me this morning", my bride reminded me as I ate breakfast. "Better hurry, we're going to meet the inspector there". I showered quickly and we jumped in the car and headed south. "Now go down Minnesota Ave, it's the fastest route". OK, I drive down Minnesota. "Now turn into the airport." You're kidding me right? Why would I want to turn in there? "The guy that rents the house has the only key and he works at the ticket counter at the airport." OK, whatever. "Now turn into long-term parking." I refuse to turn into long-term parking. I will park in front and you can run in and get the key. I highly doubt I'll get arrested as a terrorist if I park in front of the airport for 5 minutes. "No, you don't understand. You HAVE to park in long term parking. We're flying to Las Vegas for your birthday!" Now I ask you- is that a good woman or what?? After the initial shock wore off, I was elated. And we had the greatest time ever. But no more time to write now, I'll tell you about it next time.

OK, still not a mechanic....

but I don't need to be with friends like this. Kyla came home last weekend with a two-fold purpose- get her brakes fixed and Tim's confirmation. The estimate that she got in the Cities was $634. Total cost for the same job here in SD? $85 and a case of Miller Lite. Thank you, Anthony Oberg.
On a totally non-related note, last night was Halloween. We've always geared up with a nice display and lots of candy. I think we were the only house on our block with the lights on though, so business was slow. Maybe 40 kids????? So, lots of left-overs, which nobody residing at my house needs to be tempted with. I hope I never turn into such a curmudeon that I find it neccesary to either leave the house or sit there in the dark, just so I don't have to hand out candy. Man, I just don't understand some people. I hope they use the money they saved on candy to upgrade to the ultra-plush velveteen lining in their casket. Then all the penny-pinching will've been worth it.