It’s Open Blog Friday
June 15th, 2007I’m back home after a really long week in San Antonio. I was terribly disappointed in the quality of the Mexican food there, as none of it was anywhere near as good as the local Don Pancho.
It’s good to be back. Next week I return to more regular blogging.
1st? 1st!
Let’s go 80’s lyrics. Complete the next line.
But when one little cross leads to shots, grit your teeth. You run for cover so discreet, why don’t they:
SWWWWEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shameless plug for post on my blog…..
But one I believe sports fans will really appreciate.
http://pastortony.wordpress.com/2007/06/15/statistical-improbabilitylike-big-time/
Zoner,
… do what they say say what the mean one thing leads to another.
Tim,
I have noticed that you can not connect to my blog off of yours. Did I do something wrong when I signed up to yours?
Verne,
What’s the correct URL for your blog? You typed it as http://happyhusband-verne.blogspot.com/.
http://happyhubby-verne.blogspot.com/ sorry about that.
Can you change that for me?
Verne,
You have to go in and delete your cookies for my site on your computer. Then when you return to the site, your info should be cleared and you can enter it correctly.
Thanks Tim. I hope you do not think I am a complete idiot, but I will have to have my kids help me with this later this evening. I do not know much about computors. I use one at work all the time however it is very basic and is used to key in orders. I am very new to blogging and other such things. I will attempt to correct the address tonight. Thanks again and welcome back from the convention.
Verne you got the 80’s music trivia right. Where’s Mr. 80s Brett??
Tim, good to see you last week. Beth and I actually found an outstanding Mexican place at the Market Square. It took a few days to find it though.
Thanks, Scott. Likewise. If you’re talking about Mi Tierra, I actually ate there the day I got to San Antonio. It was by far the best Mexican food I had while I was there.
Speaking of Scott, consider this an APB on Scott Gladin. Where’d you go, Scott G.?