local town "names"

So I thought I'd share the nicknames I have for the local towns (most of these are what they're commonly known by 'round heah):

Greenville = Gvegas
Spartanburg = Sparkle-city
Traveler's Rest = Traveler's Breast
Greer = Rear
Wallhalla = We'll Holla... atcha
Easley = Sleazely
Pickens = Charles Pickens (the author), or for the dating scene, Slim Pickens

If you have cute nicknames for towns near you, click on "Comments" below and tell us.

voting in "leaders"

Several surgeons were talking about which kind of patient was easiest to operate on. The first surgeon said "Well I like to operate on librarians because once you open 'em up, it's all alphabetized." The second one said "Well I like to operate on accountants because when you open them up, everything's in numeric order." The third one said "Well I like to operate on electricians, because when you open them up, everything's color-coded." The fourth one said "Well I like to operate on politicians, because when you open them up, they're heartless, spineless, gutless, and their head and their butt are interchangeable."

to bring tight closure to the subject...

Is it just a coincidence that "claustrophobia" and "closetrophobia" are so much alike?

just. plain. wrong.

So late-night TV ads have sunk low. Very low. They're now making money off of this: https://www.911twenty.com/ There are 2,740 reasons why this is oh so shameful.

42 ways to have 42 good days in a row

Have fun playing this.

So it's not surprising that my favorite book is The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (by Brit Douglas Adams).

I've read it/them a number of times. I say them since that 1st book turned out only to be the start of 5 books in an "increasingly inaccurately misnamed trilogy." A VERY important number in that book is 42. (grab a copy to find out why, and now you can get all 5 books in one hard-bound volume) So just recently, we figured out for the 1st time why I'm drawn to that number:
-Born at 4216 Melbourne Court
-Grew up at 42 Springwood Drive
-4 Fathom Court, on lot 2

Have a never-ending series of 42 fantastic days!

camping again

Sorry, no jokes today (or maybe this IS one and I don't know it). In preparation for this weekend's big event, I went camping last night in the back yard. It went fine considering I hear I've done it a ton before... until at 6:00 AM I used my cell phone to call my parents and say "There's a bear! There's a bear! Turn on all the lights and make noise!" Yeah, that would have been a great plan... if there actually WAS a bear. We think it was like a possum.
"This weekend's big event" is my sail club raises money for Hospice of the Upstate by having a large regatta that folks from all over come to and donate all the entry fees, etc., to Hospice. Good people all around.