Watch For A Pink Car Going Down Your Street . . . (Backwards)

We visited the Nimz family, Reid, Summer, Eddie and Edie, this past weekend. On a normal trip up there, I usually enjoy viewing the various wildlife along the way. However, on this trip, wildlife viewing was pretty lean. Fortunately the lack of wildlife made way for another of my favorite pastimes, cars. It's always a pleasure to go to the "Big Cities", Minneapolis, Chicago etc. , because I get to see a lot of cars that don't normally hang out around Fennimore. This weekend was a bonanza. While sitting out in the yard watching the kids, I noticed, on a nearby busy street, an old Triumph Spitfire. "Wow! You don't see too many of those around." Right behind the Spitfire was a fleet of circa 1950ish MGs. About a half dozen of these little open wheel beauties. There were TDs, TFs and even a '49 TC. This probably doesn't mean much to most of you but, being a teenager in the fifties during the "British Sports Car Invasion, the sight of these little guys stir up a lot of memories. The little parade ended with an old Porsche 911 bringing up the rear. But the car fun didn't end there. On our journey home we encountered a gang of rods and customs along the highway. This time of year weekends are loaded with hot rod, custom car, and antique car shows. Seems like one time or another every small town hosts one. A nice sunny autumn weekend seems to pry open those garage doors and the shiny little creatures come out for one last cruise of the season. I spotted Chevys, Fords, Dodges. Coupes, Trucks and Roadsters. Hard tops and Convertibles. Big ones like a '55 Lincoln Continental four door convertible and small ones like a '27 Model T track roadster. Quite a weekend for car watching. The surprising car event turned up right in the Nimz own front yard. Summer, donning her best garage saling  garb, set out  looking for treasures along the streets of Richfield. In no time at all she returned with "The Find of the Day", a little pink car for Miss Edie. Now, Mr. Eddie already has the male version of this kind of car and there has been some argument over who has custody of that car so the arrival of the pink one should smooth things out. As you can see in the picture below, Edie wasted no time in claiming her "ride". 

One small problem, she has yet to learn how to propel her machine forward. All her journeys are in reverse. Eddie has not proved to be of any help in this situation because he finds great delight in pushing Edie backwards. 

The final straw being, Eddie was filling Edie's makebelieve gas tank from his makebelieve gas pump when Edie drove off (in reverse) with the nozzle still in the filler hole thing.

At any rate, the antics of the two future Nascar drivers, made me laugh

On the final leg of our trip home I, once again, passed the car that I lust for, a 1950 Olds 88 Holiday that sits in a custom car/hot rod dealer's lot in Winona Minnesota.

The only thing that keeps that car out of my garage is the $23,000 price tag.

Out Loud!

Found this Sunday morning in the Star Tribune up in Minneapolis.
Fun way to start the day.

A New Look At Retirement!

No nursing home for us.  We'll be checking into a Holiday Inn! With the average cost for a nursing home care costing $188.00 per day, There is a better way when we get old and too feeble.  I've already checked on reservations at the Holiday Inn. For a combined long term stay discount and senior discount, it's $59.23 per night. Breakfast is included, and some have happy hours in the afternoon. That leaves  $128.77 a day for lunch and dinner in any restaurant we want, Or room service, laundry, gratuities and special TV movies. Plus, they provide a spa, swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge and washer-dryer, etc. Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap. $5 worth of tips a day you'll have the entire staff scrambling to help you. They treat you like a customer, not a patient. There's a city bus stop out front, and seniors ride free. The handicap bus will also pick you up (if you fake a decent limp). To meet other nice people, call a church bus on Sundays.  For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there.  While you're at the airport, fly somewhere.  Otherwise, the cash keeps building up. It takes months to get into decent nursing homes. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today. And you're not stuck in one place forever -- you can move from Inn to Inn,  or even from city to city. Want to see  Hawaii ?  They have Holiday Inn there too. TV broken?  Light bulbs need changing?  Need a mattress replaced?  No problem.. They fix everything,  and apologize for the inconvenience. The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks to see if you are ok. If not, they'll call an ambulance . .. Or the undertaker.   If you fall and break a hip, Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life. And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a few days mini-vacation.  The grandkids can use the pool. What more could I ask for? From Chuckles Grisius

What is Couple Sex?

To all you Grandpas and Grandmas, this was too funny not to forward.  We are all reaching that stage where we need to keep the wax out of our ears and  keep the hearing aids tuned up.  A 6-year-old boy went to his grandfather, who was working in the yard and asked him,  "Grampa, what is couple sex?" The grandfather was surprised that he would ask such a  question, but decided that if he's old enough to know to ask the question, then he's  old enough to get a straight answer. Steeling himself to leave nothing out, he proceeded to tell him all about human reproduction  and the joys and responsibilities of intercourse. When he finished explaining, the little boy  was looking at him with his mouth hanging open, eyes wide in amazement. Seeing the look on his face, the grandfather asked him, "Why did you ask this question, buddy?"  The little boy replied, "Grandma says that dinner will be ready in just a couple secs!” Thanks for the laugh Grampa Rich! The somewhat amused little kid in the picture is my nephew Ronnie.

I Knew It!!!

Only a Farm Kid

When you're from the country,

your perception is a little bit different.

A farmer drove to a neighbor's farmhouse and knocked at the door.

A boy, about 9, opened the door.

"Is your dad or mom home?" said the farmer.

"No, they went to town" said the boy. 

"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?" asked the farmer.

"No, he went with Mom and Dad" the boy answered. 

The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to

the other, and mumbling to himself. 

"I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can

give Dad a message"  said the boy.

"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter Suzy pregnant".

The boy thought for a moment...

"You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges $500

for the bull and $50 for the pig, but I don't know how much he charges for Howard."

Thanks to Larry Munsterman for this chuckle.