Monday, July 30, 2012

Good morning crew,

Well, I'm no golfer. More's the pity, because it is a fun game if you can get over the aggravation, disappointment and frustration.

I shot a 140. To give you an idea of how bad that is, 140 is almost twice par on every single hole. That means, if it is supposed to take the average golfer 4 strokes to sink a particular hole, I would sink it in 7 or 8 strokes.

What I did excel at is drinking beer and flirting with the girl who drives the beer cart.

The way I look at it, you have to focus on your strengths.

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

P.S. Looking for money-savings tips, information helpful to women, and some good-natured fun? If so, take a moment or two and check out the Mommy Blogroll to the right and visit some of the best "Mommy Blogs" online.

***
"Starbucks is planning to close down all the restrooms in its New York locations. Which explains the most popular new Starbucks order: An empty cup." -Jimmy Fallon

***
"If women have excessive belly fat and a muffin-top, it can be fatal. Especially if you mention it to her." -Jay Leno

***
"A woman in California is being studied because she says she remembers everything from the last 12 years. And I'm thinking, 'Wait a minute isn't that every woman?'" -Dave Letterman

***
I learned a lesson in marketing from a man who bought an old boat, a trailer and a motor from me. "Thanks," he said as he loaded them up. "I'm planning to resell them."

Good luck, I thought. I had been trying to get rid of them for months. But when I ran into him a few weeks later, he'd sold everything.

"How did you manage that?" I marveled.

"I took out an ad: 'Heavy-duty boat trailer with free boat.' When the buyer came to get it, I asked if he had a motor. He said no. I told him I happened to have one in my garage. Bought that, too."


*-------------- Guaranteed to Roll Your Eyes --------------*
The day before his wedding, I stopped in to visit my uncle. It was his second marriage and I knew he really wanted to make it work. "Are you nervous about the wedding?" I asked him.

"No way," he replied nonchalant. "Cup of cake. Cup of cake."