In reply to Denises request last night ... my email addresses are
mjlegel@verizon.net and
michael@mjlegel.com and you can also find them near the bottom of the About section on the menu at left. I look forward to getting some pictures!
I took some time to fire the mower up and drive it out of the Mootel. I had to air up a couple tires and go get some gas but eventually I got to start mowing. The north end of the property was still fairly swampy as I had feared but I managed to get through the worst of it without getting stuck. Im glad I mowed it before we got any more rain because it was actually getting quite thick to mow already. Aaron and Ben also mowed their sections last evening so it looks pretty spiffy.
The one thing I had forgotten about was Mower Back. I get that from jouncing and bouncing around on that machine. I was stiff by the time bedtime rolled around and I am still feeling it this morning. Note to self: Mow slower ... bounce less!
Update! 4:37 A.M.
I think we just had an Earthquake? If not ... something was shaking my house and I better find out what it was!
Update! 10:15 A.M.
We just had another short quake again!
Broke Back Bar A cowboy walks into a bar and two steps in; he realizes its a gay bar. But what the heck, he says to himself, I can really use a drink.
When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the cowboy, Whats the name of your wee-wee?
The cowboy says, Look, Im not into any of that, all I want is a drink.
The gay waiter says, Im sorry but I cant serve you until you tell me the name of your wee-wee. Mine for instance is called Nike, for the slogan Just Do It, and that guy down at the end of the bar calls his, Snickers, because it really Satisfies.
The cowboy looks dumbfounded so the bartender tells him he will give him a second to think it over. So the cowboy asks the man sitting to his left, who is sipping on a beer, Hey bud, whats the name of yours?
The man looks back and says with a smile Timex, and the thirsty cowboy asks, Why Timex? The fellow proudly replies, Cause it takes a lickin and keeps on tickin!
A little shaken, the cowboy turns to two fellas on his right, who happen to be sharing a fruity Margarita and says, So, what do you guys call yours? The first man turns to him and proudly exclaims, FORD, because Quality is Job One. Then he adds, Have you driven a Ford lately?
The guy next to him then says, I call mine CHEVY, Like A Rock. And gives a wink.
Even more shaken the Cowboy has to think for a moment before he comes up with a name. He exclaims, The name of my wee-wee is SECRET. Now give me a dang beer.
The bartender begins to pour the Cowboy a beer, but with a puzzled look asked, Why Secret?
The cowboy says: Because its Strong Enough For A Man, But Made For A Woman!