Well, I'll be...

Dipped! HA, bet you thought I was going to say 'a monkey's unlce', didn't ya?! Boy were you wrong! I can't be an uncle when I'm a female, so there! Blame my niece for all this, I didn't think that this blogging thing would be so much fun. You guys get comments from me twice today... you lucky dogs!

Now that I figured out how to do this posting thing, guess it's time to step up this ol' lady's education and figure out how in the heck to upload a photo. I should have a few choice words for my niece, but I *guess* I should be nice to her considering the picture she sent me. I just had to share it with all of you. I sure do love a good lookin' man!

Now, I quickly e-mailed my niece and asked her where the rest of him was. Thank GOD she was still on her computer working and not away from her desk because this is what I got back from her...

Now, why can't the boys at the local watering hole look that good? And my niece didn't think I'd know who David James Elliott was... she's not the only female in the family that knows a hottie when she sees one.

Hey, even us fiesty seniors with an attitude can dream.

Howdy! Guess that's a good of start as any

So, my niece called me the other day, bless her pretty little heart. She worries about me all the time and says, "Hey, Aunt Maria, you should start a blog." (Good Lord, thought my niece was eating something awful and was trying to spit it out. What in God's name would I do with a blog, I never even heard the darn things before.) So, I said to my niece, "I don't need any more doggone dust collectors!" Well, what does my niece start doing... laughing her ass off at me over the phone! Now, what in the world did I say that was so damn funny?!

Well, my niece pops in for a visit (she's such a busy little beaver, always a delight to see her) and fires up my laptop (which she bought for me, but that's another story). I asked my niece what in the hell she was doing and tells me 'blogging' ( I was about to blog her up along side the head for cussing at me in some foreign language.) After I threatened to shove a bar of soap in her mouth, she explained this blog thing to me (in between me slapping her on the arm for cussing). Anyway, what happened is that my niece got sidetracked and next thing we know her visit is cut short and God only knows when I'll see her again.

The little witch sends me an e-mail and asks if I started a 'blog' yet. Well, hell's bells! What in the world would a senior lady (with an attitude, as my niece tells everyone) do with a blog, much less say on one. Forget where in the hell would I do this "blog thing"? (She thinks I'm a lonely old woman who doesn't get out of the house).

So, guess I can get my niece of my ass on starting a blog. Now all of yas are just gonna have to wait for me to add whatever to it because, much to my niece's surprise, I do get out of the house. Of course my evenings out pertain to going down to the bar and flirting with all the hotties hanging around.