The Lonely Toe

I have been checking Tighty Whitey for some time for an update from George regarding his foot injury. Hundreds of bloggers fell in love with what has been called, "the lonely toe", a description of the bruised middle toe standing like a singular stump on a fleshy landscape. This injured appendage, seemingly shunned by his four yellow nailed brethren, entered the water cooler discussions of America by storm.

"We can all sort of relate to 'LT'", said Paul Ferdlings. "I feel jammed in a hot, sweaty sneaker most every day."

We demand an update Tighty Whitey. Lonely Toes everywhere are seeking answers.

Searching for Sanford

As a child, one of my favorite television shows was Sanford and Son. Later, as teenagers, some friends of mine and I even made a recorded spoof called "Dan Ward and Son". Dan Ward was our highschool band director. Embarrassingly, I still have it on cassette somewhere.

Anyway, I was wondering whatever happened to Dan, since last I heard he was caught with a band booster mom in the parking lot of the high school he was working in. I heard he was really keeping some serious 4/4 time in his Gremlin. Then, I began to wonder something more important. Whatever, happened to Lemont from Sanford and Son. That 70s fro and mustache with the tight jeans and matching leisure style jacket.

From what I can gather on the Internet, Demond Wilson is a Christian. In 1984, Wilson became an ordained minister, fulfilling his childhood vow. Later, in 1994, he founded Restoration House, a center that helps rehabilitate former prison inmates by providing mentoring, spiritual guidance and vocational training. Pretty cool.

Interestingly enough, Demond is his middle name. His first name is Grady. Wouldn't Fred and Bubba be proud.

Post Disney Blues

Today I am a little blue for tomorrow I return to work after a little less than a week in Orlando. No, I'm not depressed so much because I am now broke, though that surely helps. The major reason is that no one does it quite like Disney for families. Or for that matter, in my opinion, no one does it better than Disney for just about anyone. I love the positive energy that a Disney trip exudes. There's something about just driving through the toll gates that brings a smile, even as you relieve your wallet of $12.00 for parking. And as you take a big bite of one of those $13 giant turkey legs and a major vein snaps back in your face, what a delight. Now that's magic.

Here are some pictures I thought you might enjoy to get a flavor of the trip. What is your favorite getaway?

This first picture cracked me up. It was taken by an elderly man in some line who cut my head off and then later farted. Good times, good times...