Guy's blog about life with pets in northern mich.

I used to work with a golfer, way back in the sixties, and after listening to him talk about the game’s mental, physical, and equipment peculiarities, I decided to take up the game of golf personally. The Uof M par-three course is only a couple miles from where I lived and each day after work, I’d play a quick nine holes. A seven iron, nine iron, a five iron and a putter were the only clubs needed (I never learned how to use the woods. Translation: I SUCK at using the woods!) and I took 46... Sign in to see full entry.

Two men friends were golfing one Sunday afternoon, and came up behind two women golfers, playing the hole just ahead of them. The women were taking a lot longer to finish each hole than the men took, and the two guys became frustrated having to wait a very long time to play each successive hole. Finally one of the fellows suggested to his buddy that he walk over to where the women were taking their own sweet time, choosing which club to use, the lie of the green etc, and ask if it would be... Sign in to see full entry.

A lot of golfers must also be bloggers. I don’t really see the appeal of the game, once one has reached his or her goal, but that’s just me. Here is a pretty good golf joke; Two golfers were about to putt-out on the eighth hole at the municipal course, one Sunday morning. While one golfer was lining up his putt, visualizing the path the ball would follow, controlling his breath, shutting out all outside distractions, his partner gave him a hard punch in the shoulder. “What the hell did you hit... Sign in to see full entry.

Marilyn and I have recently become card-carrying, registered medical marihuana prescription recipient, and registered care-giver/grower, respectively. What this means, legally, is not yet clear, but I can see that MUCH thought has gone into the wording of the information sheet, that came in the same envelope with our cards. Having said that, I worry that after our current county sheriff retires, or is eventually not reelected; his successor may choose not to interpret our rights, according to... Sign in to see full entry.

The basis of this joke originated from a posting by Alien Female. I always fine-tune the delivery of any joke that I retell. My apologies and thanks to her. A boy was riding his bicycle home from school. A sparrow flew into his helmet and dropped, quivering to the ground. The boy picked the sparrow up and, because it was badly injured, he took it home with him, hoping that the bird might recover. He got an old canary cage, placed the unconscious bird inside, with water and a piece of bread, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Here is another joke that I have decided to recycle, because after a year or three, all jokes become fresh and new, again. Hope you enjoy it! Guy A secretary in a large company thought that she was stuck in a lower level job than her talent entitled her to, because she had small breasts. She consulted several plastic surgeons but couldn’t afford their prices ($5,000 minimum) for breast augmentation surgery. Finally a low cost surgeon told her of a new option she could afford, ($200!) but it was... Sign in to see full entry.

A young boy saw a neighbor lady returning home from the hospital with a newborn son. She climbed from the car carrying the child and immediately went into the house without a word to anyone or a glance around, her attention focused only on the child wrapped in her arms. Her older son came running over to the boy and said that his mom needed to be alone with the baby, and she didn’t want any visitors, calls, or contact with anyone for awhile. “She’s having a hard time dealing with the baby right... Sign in to see full entry.

I have decided that I need to pick a theme song for my daily life. Maybe something by Mike Post, like the one he wrote for “The Rockford Files.” Too bad that one was already taken. Most days of my life, an appropriate song would be more like the theme song from “Sanford and Son,” or “Laurel and Hardy,” not exactly the kind of image I had in mind. Is Henry Mancini still alive and composing? Nah, I wouldn’t want people to think of Inspector Cluseau, when I walk into the room, and they hear my... Sign in to see full entry.

I know that I am immortal but it would appear that I am not immune to several of the not so subtle signs that I am becoming older. This makes no sense to me because I have a covered portrait of myself in the attic, like Dorian Grey. That reminds me, gray hair is supposed to be confined to one’s head! I refuse to say where they are showing up on me, but let’s just say, it is south of my head. Silver threads among the drab! In addition, I have discovered THREE (!) small age spots on the back of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Now that most of the feeding frenzy over the life and death of Michael Jackson has burned itself out, we are all left shaking our heads, trying to make sense of this human enigma, an enormously talented, but flawed (who ISN’T flawed?) and damaged performer. Would we have ever heard of him, had his hateful, jealous, self-serving and repellant father NOT belittled him, shamed him, physically beat him, made him feel ugly, and did this indefensible abuse, force Michael to become driven to rise... Sign in to see full entry.