Thanks to JD's question and cousin Norma's reply in the ShoutBox I repeatedly recounted my age numbers earlier today using my amazing finger counting method and was quite quickly able to accurately confuse myself all over again. More than once even. Kelly, on the other hand, using a precise online Age Calculator was able to determine my true and correct age today as, 76 years 6 months and 15 days or 918 months 15 days or 3,993 weeks 5 days or 27,956 days or 670,944 hours or 40,256,640 minutes or 2,415,398,400 seconds. I rest my case lads. Whew, close call for me on this one eh:))
A QUICK CANDID DRIVE-BY SHOT OF A FELLOW PHOTO ENTHUSIAST ALONG LAKE HURON'S SHORELINE IN GODERICH
|THIS PAIR OF GRACKLES ARE KEEPING A WARY EYE ON THE MOURNING DOVE|
|I AM UNDER THE GAZE OF THE GRACKLE|
|OCEAN CASTLE'S CREW MEMBERS KEEPING A CLOSE EYE ON THE LOADING PROCEDURE|
|THE ALGOMA SAULT IS AT GODERICH'S SALT MINE|
|THE CREW AT ART'S LANDSCAPING IS WORKING HARD ON THE BOARDWALK COMPLETION|
|A BEACH CLEAN-UP AT ROTARY COVE HAS LEFT A PILE OF DEBRIS TO BE PICKED UP| ROLLING OUT EAST OF GODERICH I SPOTTED THIS OLDER CAR
It was another cold and windy afternoon walk for Pheebs and I so we didn't go as far as we usually do. At least it wasn't raining or snowing and the ground is drying up cutting down on the big mud problem around here.
SEEING MORE FARM MACHINERY ON THE ROADS
- You do not need a parachute to skydive; you only need a parachute to skydive twice.
- The truth is still the truth, if no one believes it, a lie is still a lie even if everyone believes it.
- You know that feeling you get when you meet someone & your heart skips a beat?Yeah, that’s Arrhythmia; you can die from that!
- There are three kinds of people:
.Those who make things happen
.Those who watch others make things happen
.Those who say “what the hell happened “?
- Unfortunately there is no lifeguard in the gene pool.
- The most dangerous animal in the world is a smiling woman sitting in silence!
I accidentally used the dog's shampoo this morning...
Now I feel like a good boy.
Little Johnny was having problems in English class, so his teacher, Miss Figpot, decided to stop by Little Johnny's house on her way home. She wanted to discuss Johnny's poor performance directly with his parents. When she rang the doorbell, Little Johnny answered. "Hello Johnny, I'd like to talk to your Mother or Father," she said. "Sorry, but they ain't here." he replied. "Johnny!" She said, "what is it with your grammar?" "Haven't got a clue," Johnny replied, "but dad sure was mad that they had to go bail her out again!"