Seems that we have a War of the Feet going on here in the blogosphere. Both Buck and Andy, and now Lou have posted feet pictures.
Here are mine.
I think the girls have it hands-down. What say ye, gentle reader?
I do have to tell you that this is the first time in many moons that my feet have actually seen the sun. I've been logging a whole lot of time on the deck with beer, book and dogs now that I don't have any horses (and gettin' fat).
A couple from Terri's latest. The first is a remake of a Trooper song, 'Here for a Good Time'. She did well to keep it in the grain of the original but still put her own spin on it.
Our second selection is one that reminds me a whole lot of ALL the northern girls out there. Pretty much hits the nail on the head. Northern Girl.
Pretty darn fine. This is her first release since the death of her mother to cancer last year. She said that there are some songs on the album that she really has a hard time performing live. They relate to the hurting and healing process that she's gone through and she can't look at the audience while she's singing them; she'll have a meltdown.
BTW Happy 40th Terri!
Wednesday morning, I took my parents to the airport. I watched them go through security so I could wave goodbye.
My dad will be 81 next week, has hearing aids in both ears, braces on both ankles and walks with a cane. I watched with growing anger as security made him walk through the scanner without his cane and then made him stand with his arms out as they wanded him and patted him down for three minutes.
He has trouble with his balance since the nerves in his feet have deteriorated and he cannot stand upright unassisted. He has had a knee replacement which sets off the scanner, but I am not sure how much of a threat my elderly dad would constitute on a plane. The most damage he could cause is if he lost his balance and fell on a flight attendant.
It is time that common sense was brought into our security measures. No one is safer on a plane because some seniors have been thoroughly searched and made to stumble through the scanner without their canes.
The time and effort it took the security person to search my dad could have been used to better effect elsewhere.
Hilary Argento, Calgary
One of the blogs that I follow belongs to my niece Danielle (14). She hasn't posted for quite some time and I've been wondering why. Well. I found out. She's been busy with other things. She wrote a book! And she's been published! Way to go Chickie.
Shameless plug
The radio DJ admitted this morning that while on holidays his razor went kaput and he decided to take his wife's for a test drive. His revelations about how silky smooth and razor-burn free his face and head (yes he shaves it) have pulled an amusing reaction from his audience. One guy called in and said that the same thing had happened to him and he ended up using his daughter's razor (single dad) on his face and head and after he got his own 'lady shaver', his nether regions. Ok, you just told the million or so people that inhabit this city that you shave it? That's definitely in the TMI category. If you shave it, I don't need to know about it.
Been having some 'female issues' that required a trip to the doctor who decided that I needed to go for some tests. She gave me the requsition forms and there were phone numbers and websites listed to make the appointments. I got on the 'net and started to make the appointment for the blood work. 10 minutes and 6!, count 'em 6, windows open later, the appointment was made. There wasn't a website listed for the other test I needed to book so I picked up the phone. In less than 2 minutes the appointment was booked and then I recieved a very nice confirmation call from them the day before my appointment.
