Friday, January 30, 2009

Snow Shoes...

What do you think??

And certainly not the right pants!!!


And some freakin' cat...I hope it was a cat and not some other sort of a fatass raccoon or a opossum...walked on the swimmin' pool!!

Can we have summer now???

Ralph's ready!
I'm an Okie...I don't do ice and snow....unless it's the ice in my margarita.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

What's In The Middle Of Your Kitchen Table??

Almost daily,
when I walk into the kitchen,
this is what I find........

My Manny....stretched out.
My Woobie...lookin' all coy.
Really? Where?? A cat on the table????
The Monster...
Yeah Okay, You caught me!
Life in the Cat Box.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

If You Need To Know...

Are you addicted to blogging??
When I took this in the mornin' hours....I rated a 77%.
After a trip to town, lunch, and one James Bond movie....I scored an 84%!

84%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

I'm afraid to take it again!!

I'm helpless.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Ulterior Motives

Yes, I had ulterior motives for sendin' him on a booze run.

Little did he know but I had vodka under the cabinet....a hidden reserve.

But we were smokin'.
And we have different ideas about smokin'.

And no it's not weed.
We don't do that.
I would never.
Funny but he admitted to me once that he would!!!
I laughed my ass off....sorta.
I'm still packin' some swing back there.

But for a former officer of the just struck me funny that he would at least try it.
I guess maybe becuz of his strict up bringin' it would be being married to the harlot in the red bra wasn't enough!
His freakin' brother sent a Christmas card the other day to just Roy!!! Nearly 15 frickin' years together and my name isn't on the damn card!!
To me....pot is something that caused a great deal of stress in my parents.
And datin' the drug dealer in high school....well, it just doesn't appeal to me. I can smell it a mile away....never.... will I do it.

Booze....whole other story.....

But the ulterior motives for sendin' that man on a booze run while we smoked.....
We were smokin' pork! God's greatest creation ever!!!
Roy seems to think it needs to reach a certain know all those bad bugs we grew up with that pork carried....trichinosis or some shit.
"It's got to be cooked done!" my granny would tell me.
A few days before we started up the smoker, I said, "I want to have an adult conversation."
He stopped dead in his tracks.
We don't really have adult conversations....their more like bitchin' at each other about life, cats, assholes at the gym, and shoes.
So he was thrown off by that statement. It had worked for him. Remember when we took inventory of the guns??
If you know the rules....things go much smoother.
So while I had his attention, "Honey, I want to smoke some pork how I want to smoke. I wasn't happy with the last batch we did."
I held my breath.
He shrugged his shoulders and went out to get everything ready to smoke MY way.

The day came and I was smokin' that pork, 2 fabulous KC Strips and 2 pieces of salmon. He was busy doin' Roy things....shit that kept him outta my hair.
After 5 hours it was time to check it all....he wouldn't let take it out!!!!
OooooH..... that ain't happenin'!!!
"Honey I need some tequila. BAD!"
He loaded up! Baby needs tequila!!
I pulled that pork outta that smoker and had it in the freezer, french fries and green beans ready to eat before he got back!!!!

Let me tell you that is the best pork country style ribs..... ever!!
That steak was melt in your mouth good.
The salmon....I am very glad he won't eat it!!!

And I got some tequila in my freezer!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Fair Trade??

I gave Roy $25 for a booze run.
He gave me a Glock 45 and the Judge!

Life is Good!

And I hope you have speakers....Van Morrison melts my butter!

Friday, January 23, 2009


How do you show stress??

I normally get a zit.
Or a cold sore.
I currently have a cold sore in my nose. Either from all the freakin' sneezin' I've been doin' or stress.
I've a headache for about 3 days straight.

I've been stressin' out over that frickin' pelvic exam.
And I don' know why.
I've been very good about gettin' those things on a regular basis. I have a friend that didn't...and she had a hysterectomy 2 years ago.
Was there was a connection between the two... I don't know. But I've never had one single problem in the 26years I've them done.

As a card carryin' Cherokee, I am able to go to the IndianClinics for free medical services. There are drawbacks to that. I stand in long lines and wait forever to see a different doctor from the previous time. Meanin' I'm lucky to have the same doctor twice. So I'm used to showin' my business area to just about anyone in a white coat that can talk a good game in a health clinic.

But I think the problem I was stressin' over was the high cholesterol test that was down back at the health fair. I have put it off becuz I knew the yearlies were comin' up. The IndianDoctor normally orders blood work for me....but I didn't get her!!!
I got some woman that when I asked her about moles...remember my mole thingy.... she wanted to talk about those that dig tunnels in the freakin' yard.
Was I right to stress????
She knew her way around my business area but was a complete bust in other areas!!!
So now I have to schedule an appointment with the local clinic to talk to a different doctor.

I wonder where the zit will pop up for that visit....the last one that popped up in the business area!!


PS: I had to search my old blog archives to find some of these story links....the highlighted areas...please click to read them. I thought I had put them all here...but I guess not.
Lawsy! Am I scatterbrained or what??!!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


I am so excited I could just pee my pants!!!!
I know what it's like to get the call that I was nominated for a Golden Globe!!!!!!!
Okay okay...Deep breath.....ooooooohhhhhhhmmmmmm.

Seriously, I can't type!!!! I'm gonna screw up the links I'm sure.

Apparently, every year, the BlogOklahoma people have an award that they give out to those deservin' Okies that blog.
Holy Buckets, someone nominated me!

Tears and Goosebumps!!!

I know!!!
But there's more to my exhilaration!!!
When Georgie congratulated me for my nomination I figured humor category.
And I was a tad bit anxious becuz that would put up against The RedneckDiva. She's won the last 2 years!!! That's a tough category!
Hellfire!! She's a neighbor and we all know what troubles I've had with the neighbors!!

So I was readin' down the list of blog catergories.... not me. Those are really great blogs!

I cuss a whole lot.
And drink.
And talk about sex.

Political...I'm not that either. We all know I'm about as deep as a shot glass!

Best Lookin'....Maybe if I put my photo on it??

Unusual?? Yes for sure!!
But no my blog wasn't listed.

So maybe Georgie read it wrong.
I skipped over Culture and Commentary and Commercial.

I can only aspire to inspire those that come by and read my blog to live life to the fullest and laugh at yourself. It makes it a whole lot easier on you when others laugh at you!!
Trust me on that one!!

So that left Best Writing Blog....NO FREAKIN' WAY!!!!
There it was.....All Along the Hightower!!!!!!!!

I'm so happy to put with some very good blogs!!
Jenx67 ...she so smart!!!
Rocks in my Dryer ...I am so not worthy.
I'm the Susan Lucci of the Blog World.

I have no idea who nominated me at all but Thank You from the bottom of my heart!!
Best Writing!!!!!!!
And all I can write at the moment is that I could to pee my pants!!!!

There's a drawback to votin'...only those with Okie Blogs can vote. So all my worldly peeps in my posse can't run over and stuff the ballot box....rats!
And I know you would.
OMG!!!! Best Writing!!!!!

My Junior English Teacher would be so proud!!!
Not about the pee my pants part.
Or the cussin'.
Or drinkin'.

And hopefully other Okies will come and read my lil' blog....and all they'll read it that I'm so excited that I could just pee my pants.
My best stuff is in the Archives!! Hunting from the Hightower, All in a Day's Work, Them People...those are the good ones!!!

Or Not...
At least they didn't come here to see the strippers, porn, or my 50 pound boobs...Sorry, Mrs Rhodes.


Where were you on the biggest day in American History?

Can you remember where you were when Kennedy was assignated? I wasn't born.
I vaguely remember when his brother was shot.
I was a Sophmore when an attempt on Reagen took place.
I was a junior in high school when John Lennon was killed.
I remember watchin' the Space Shuttle exploded....the girls were young and I was a stay at home mom.
I was at the dentist office when the Murrah buildin' was bombed in OKC. Roy was in OKC assistin' with security at the bombin' site.
I was workin' at the AnimalClinic on September 11th 2001. I didn't believe the man that told me...people always try to pull the wool over the BlondeChick. Roy went home and confirmed it.

On the most profound day in American History of my time that didn't have one thing to do with death and destruction, while the rest of the America celebrated, I was havin' a pap smear and pelvic exam.


Monday, January 19, 2009

Whatta A Nightmare!!!

I was so freaked!!!
But somehow I won a makeover.
Head to toe!
New clothes.
New shoes.
Fancy makeup.
Manicure and pedi.
And most importantly, a new hair style and color.

You've seen those makeovers on Oprah that the woman with long stringy hair gets it all cut off for some short bob.
I put my foot down. No one....I don't care who they are..... is not goin' to cut off my hair!
I love being blonde.
I love my long hair. It's half way down my back!!!

But there I was sittin' in that chair with some asshole that looked a lot like Rod Stewart with a bleached blonde mullet pickin' at my hair like it was liver and onions!!
The woman that was massagin' my hands kept sayin' "He's the best. It will be okay."

He spun me around in that chair...they that do on purpose! So you can't see the butcher job they do on you!
Blonde hair started fallin'!
Tears started rollin' down my face!
That Rod Stewart wannabe spun me back around so I could see the mirror!!
I started hyperventilatin'!!
The horror!!!
In my reflection was a redheaded boy!!!

I woke up in a cold sweat!!!!

The last time I woke up in a cold sweat and hyperventilatin' was when my cousin was standin' over me with a bloody axe!!!

I will never enter a contest that has anything to do with scissors and my hair!!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Let Them Eat Cake...

Or not.

On Roy's birthday, I had a brilliant idea.
I can have them.
They're rare....but I do have brilliant ideas.
I decided to make Roy a birthday cake without the help of BettyCrocker or DuncanHines!!!
I used to do it all the time for the girls.
My mother gave me a book when I got married the first time, "Cooking for Two". It was printed up in 1974 from the USDAPeople. It's been very helpful to me over the years and I thought for a small cake for the 2 of us, it would be perfect!!
I got up a couple of hours before he did to surprise him. I wanted him to sleep in so I didn't get out the mixer. I would mix it by hand.
I had to tweak the recipe a bit. It's a yellow cake recipe, and I wanted chocolate.
And it wanted fat...I used a mixture of butter and mayo.
That batter tasted so good!!
It smelled fabulous bakin'!!

I made the icin' from leftover cream cheese, white chocolate chips, a splash of Hazelnut liqueur and powder sugar!!!
That icin' was so delish!!!!

I was so proud!!!!
Roy was skeptical...he raised an eyebrow.
"You? Baked? A cake? From scratch? Without the mixer? And you made icin'?"

I just nodded yes...with a sillyass grin plastered on my face.
I was so proud!!!!

He took 2 bites, put his fork down and grinned at me.
"The icin' takes over, doesn't it."
Thank God!!!!!!!!
That was The Driest Cake Ever!!!!
I apologized.
It was his birthday cake for Pete's sake!!!
I felt awful.
I was thinkin' of what I could do to make was like eatin' chocolate sand!!!!
I shoulda added more milk!!!
Damn it!!
"We could get some ice cream to eat with it." I told him.
He was very quick, to say, "Why would you fuck up perfectly good ice cream like that?"
But you know he ate every piece of that GodAwful thing.
I baked him another one just a bit ago....and added the milk.
Much Better!!! Much Much Better!!!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

The Sniff Test...

I had Roy smell that Damn Scarf!!

It past!!!

It's outta my hands now......

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The DeWalt Attacker...

I have to share my laundry room with the deep freezes, the cats, and Roy....which means all of Roy's deer thingys and tool do-hickeys....wait I'll go take a pix of it so you get a full grasp of it.
Yep, that's laundry room.
Can you imagine all those deer thingys anywhere else??

Now imagine havin' an armload of dirty clothes and tryin' to maneuver thru there..... that narrow space between the washer and the end of the tool bench.

Or maybe havin' an armload of clean clothes and tryin' to come outta that narrow space and not drop any on the floor.
Or maybe just be as klutzy as I am and go out there to dig food outta the freezer...with cats in way.
A little know fact....I'm a klutz.

Now add all that together.....narrow space, arm loads of clothes, cats goin' every which way that they do, and a ditzy klutz...along with the DeWalt get a bruise or a scratch.

When Roy hears me yell, "Son! Of! A! Bitch!", he knows that I have either broken a finger nail in some brutal fashion.....again.
Or stubbed my toe....again.
I have one...the WeeWee Piggy.... that I've stubbed so many times that I can pull it away from the rest in an odd way that people scream "EEEEuuuuwwwaaaaa".
So no.
There will be no pix of it.
Or I have been attacked by the DeWalt grinder thingy.... again!
"You know it's there. I don't see the problem."
"I don't do anything any different than I normally just jumps up....Hi Yah!..... and karate chops me every frickin' time!! Move it!!"
It has set there for 5 years or more.
"But I use it all the time. If I move it I won't use it."
Now let that soak in....."If I move it I won't use it."
Where's the logic in that???!!!
Outta sight... no need to grind???
Just last week....I had a bruise on my left arm from an attack while takin' out clean hip bumped off the washer throwin' me into the path of the DeWalt Attacker.
Hi Yah!!
And I'll be damned it I didn't scratch my right arm goin' out there to get something for supper!! That time it just pulled a blade!!
Did I mention that I have to step down into that room??
With at least 2 cats "helpin'" me get supper.
For those of you without those furry little creatures that God has bestowed upon torure us.....walk in a way to force you to step on them or around them. When you step around them....the DeWalt Attacker Jumps Up...Hi Yah!!!
Karate Chopped again!!!
After my last attack, to prove that the grinder is a vital part of life and needs to stay in the house he used it to sharpen his chainsaw.
"I couldn't do this if it were outside in the WigWam."
Last time I looked it had electric run to it....for all the frickin' lights....And don't get me started on that one!!

Monday, January 12, 2009

The Gift That Keeps On Giving...Part 2

Now did you really think that was the end of the story???

While workin' on that damn scarf, or any project for that matter, one of the cats lays near me.
If it's Scooter, he stays curled in a ball most of the time.
If he wakes up he shows a little interest in the yarn and he is promptly put on the floor.

But while I'm workin'on RubyJune's Damn Scarf...the one that my mother is goin' to judge....the one that is just a complete pain in the ass.....Woobie slept by me.

I was likin' the way the scarf was turnin' out...the softness of the yarn was not lost in the tight crochet weave...I did it my way!
It felt so much better.
More importantly, I felt better!!

Woobie woke up.
Like all cats, she stretched.
She reaches out and touches my leg....she so sweet.
She is so needy....she was gonna get all comfty on my lap and the Damn Scarf, but I told to keep goin'.
She walked across RubyJune's Damn's so soft!
It's irresistible even to cats!!
She has a habit of sittin' on my shoulder so she stomps across my lap and leaps up on my shoulder!

Whew!!!! O!M!G!
There was the most god awful smell!!!
Cat's do fart.
But this was worse!! They also have anal glands!!!!

That damn cat shot anal gland juice on RubyJune's Damn Scarf!!!!!!!!!!

SSShhhhh.......Don't tell her!!!

Ang, it's okay. Addie's dress is safe!
It's finished and tucked away in a safe place where no cat can get to it.

But that Damn Scarf....I'm still workin' at it.
I hope I can get that smell out of it!!

And speakin' of gift givin'....Becca is havin' a gift swap for Valentine's Day.....Join in!!

Sunday, January 11, 2009


Roy's: He's in a small boat on the lake, when the wind comes up and takes is sunglasses off. They are just twirlin' around above his head.
Other people in other boats are losin' their sunglasses....they are flyin' in the breeze to Roy.
He just reaches up and grabs a pair and puts them on.....and he wakes up.

We have no clue to any meanin' to that.....he can't tell what lake. But it's one with a dam.
And he doesn't know anyone.
The wind doesn't take his hat just his sunglasses.

Mine: We are a TobyKeith concert. I'm just chattin' away with Toby like we were best friends forever. When I look up for Roy, he's gone.
I start to panic.
He left me.
Security takes me backstage and I'm with Toby's Grandmother. She's tryin' to calm me down.
"My husband left me. I don't understand!"
"He is tall and handsome?"
"Does he wear a uniform?"
"yes." and then she pointed to him.
I ran to him.
" You Left Me!!"
and he said, "You were leavin' me."
And I woke up.

What the fuck was that!?!?
Me leave him????

I told Roy about my dream and he said, "I'm not takin' flack for a dream!"

Or do I need to go back to therapy??

Thursday, January 08, 2009

The Gift That Keeps On Giving....

For Christmas my sister, RubyJune, gave me a special little gift. She called it "the gift that keeps on giving."


Then she got it right!!!

It was a very simple crochet project. I was to make her a scarf....a pink ribbon scarf. It's to be white with a pink ribbon symbol interlaced into it.
Well here's where it all goes to hell...I don't do patterns.

When I was 9 my great grandmother gave me a crochet hook and some yarn and said, "Do it like this." and showed me how to do it.
There were no names for the stitches.
There was no patterns to look at....I just did my own thing.

And I still do.

The dresses I've made for MzAngie's own idea. You will not find another one like it. And for that matter....I wouldn't be able to do it again to save my soul.
I've made RubyJune 2 scarves already!
But now she wants another.

To complicate matters, my mother was there when RubyJune gave me "the gift that keeps on giving....she didn't want me to make her one. She wanted a pattern to make her own. And turned the whole thing into a competition...who can make the best "gift that keeps on giving."??

I was quick to tell both of them that I can't do patterns...the instructions might well be written in chinese for all I get outta it!!

"Oh No! It's really easy. You can do it." my mother said.

I was slightly miffed.
But I'll go along with it.
I bought the softest yarn. I mean I'm makin' it for my baby sister, it needs to be super soft.
Found the right hook....Thank goodness Roy and I go to auctions. I have several different sizes.
And I set down on Sunday to work on it.

By Sunday evening I was more than slightly miffed.....this isn't what I'd do!!
Somehow the softness was gone. I was followin' what I thought was right by the stupid pattern!

It was just awful!!
I sent my sister an email to tell her the misery that she had inflicted upon me....and all she said was, "you're so funny"

One of us is not laughing!!!

But I'll go along with it...I'll keep trudgin' thru!
By Monday evenin' Roy looked at me horrified as I was rippin' that damn scarf apart!!!

Cussin' with every pull of the yarn!!!

People all over the world have heard me cussin' about that damn scarf!!
If only I could have made it into socks!!!!
I was even sent to bed by Thystle!!!

But I sat down on Tuesday with a fresh eyes and determined not to bested by that damn scarf!

So far so good....... And then......

When Life Gives You Lemons....

You make sure you have plenty of vodka on hand!!

Mary has bestowed upon me an award....I feel so blessed to have this award.
I feel just fabulous!! I wish I had a float to stand on and wave to the crowd with the queenly wave....and blow kisses to the public....aaahhh...

So here's the deal....I am to nominate 10 bloggers to next receive this award.

Well now I have loads of favorites.....

The Gaelic Wife

The Ventl8r
Manny and Gina
The Zookeeper
Southern Drama Momma
Billie ...go by and visit her. She's had a biopsy recently and needs some support.
Okay that's sue me!!

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

My Best Girlfriend...

We got together and watched a movie.....PS: I Love You.
What a wonderful....tear jerkin' movie!!
Oh, how we cried!!!

If you haven't seen sure to get a box of'll need them!

Thru the whole and your best girlfriends will cry.

"I don't know why you make me watch these damn movies!"
Roy said as he moped up big ole boy tears.

I love my best girlfriend!!!

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

The Babysitter...

HappyWife called me to go to town.
There was a catch.

"What's Roy doin'?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Well HappyHusband doesn't want to go to town. I was hopin' Roy would do somethin' with him."

OOOOOOOh I see......the clouds have parted....the sun shone thru!
Roy is to be the BabySitter!!

So I go tell Roy what HappyWife wants to do.
That didn't fly!!
He doesn't want to hang out with HappyHusband.
"Call her up and tell her, I don't want to cut firewood. I want to be with my girls!"

She just laughed!!

And when she pulled up in the driveway, HappyHusband was with her!!

We shopped 'til we dropped..

Monday, January 05, 2009

Go Figure!

Odd...when I first took this test I was a Marilyn....but 3 weeks and 2 glasses of wine...I'm a Katherine??

Huh? Whatever blows your skirt up....

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Katharine!

You are a Katharine -- "I am happy and open to new things"

Katharines are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.

How to Get Along with Me
  • * Give me companionship, affection, and freedom.
  • * Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter.
  • * Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories.
  • * Don't try to change my style. Accept me the way I am.
  • * Be responsible for youself. I dislike clingy or needy people.
  • * Don't tell me what to do.

What I Like About Being a Katharine
  • * being optimistic and not letting life's troubles get me down
  • * being spontaneous and free-spirited
  • * being outspoken and outrageous. It's part of the fun.
  • * being generous and trying to make the world a better place
  • * having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures
  • * having such varied interests and abilities

What's Hard About Being a Katharine
  • * not having enough time to do all the things I want
  • * not completing things I start
  • * not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career
  • * having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies
  • * feeling confined when I'm in a one-to-one relationship

Katharines as Children Often
  • * are action oriented and adventuresome
  • * drum up excitement
  • * prefer being with other children to being alone
  • * finesse their way around adults
  • * dream of the freedom they'll have when they grow up

Katharines as Parents
  • * are often enthusiastic and generous
  • * want their children to be exposed to many adventures in life
  • * may be too busy with their own activities to be attentive

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz

Friday, January 02, 2009

Trendsettin', Imitation or Mockery???

I'm a trendsetter!
I know!
Hard to believe.......... but it's true!!

Many years ago I went around wearin' my pant legs tucked in my boots....Yep I did!
Just me.
Granted it was cowboy boots....TonyLama goat ropers to be exact.
I wonder do they even call them goat ropers anymore??
I think today's trend is called PhatBaby boots???
I've lost my cowboy-ness.
All I see now is girls with there jeans tucked into their boots!!!
I can live with that!
I'm waitin' for the trend of white platforms to come back.....but I think I'll be waitin' a while.

At the gym, after I ride my bicycle thingy for 20 minutes, I stretch before I start on the weight machines. In high school I was a sprinter and very I stretch my legs in the same old way I always have.....which hard to describe.
Let's just say I look a lot like a flamingo standin' on one leg and bendin' over to touch the floor....and keep my's not easy!!
One day I had an audience.
Two teenage girls and their mother. The mother is a weight lifter....but not. The girls are just teens.
I hate teens.

So I'm busy in my own little world stretchin', when outta the corner of my eye I see one the teens tryin' to do what I was doin'!!!
And couldn't.

But she kept tryin'....with help, she managed to get her leg up behind her but she was tryin' to pull it up over her a ballet move....sorta.
I haven't been that flexible in years!!! There was no way I could to do that.
Roy was watchin' them too.
I just grinned at him and rolled my eyes....and went back to my own business.
But the girls....each had to do it and their mother was takin' pictures of them tryin' to do it.

In the truck on the way home, Roy said, "What was that circus all about?"

"They were mockin' me!"
"Oh now. They weren't mockin'! They were just imitating' you."

"I'm 44! And a couple of teenagers feel compelled to imitate me?? What the hell for??"

Cuz I'm so Fergi-lious!!
They'll be linin' down the block just to see what I got....Rrriight!

Trendsetter....she's says as she rolls her eyes!!

I'll just blow kisses.


I have heard that a wild rumor about endorphins and exercise...that you get a happyhigh!

I don't have those.

After 4 months, Roy still has to beat me the entire way to the gym...I don't care how much my ass cheeks perk up or how great my legs look....I DO NOT WANT TO GO!!!!

That doesn't mean I haven't been witness to the endorphins at work.

Our gym is frequented by older even mix of men and women.
The women are all giggles.
And the men are all shits.

There's this one little old lady....she will talk to everyone in there....She smiles and waves at everyone.
With me, she touches me on the shoulder and smiles. She knows that I can't hear a freakin' word with my Ipoop in my ear and my nose in a book.
But Roy....well...he's in hog heaven....ladies flirt with him.

I don't care.

But the elderly men....are all just so happy.
I've watched them.
Not like YoungSquire....he's just too hot not to notice.
With every weight he lifts and every push up he does....oh the friction of that bicycle thing....He's hot!!!

But the old men have a routine.
Workout and chat.
Sit in the lobby and chat.
Drink coffee and chat... with every young woman that walks thru.....EVERY ONE OF THEM!!!

I have a feelin' that's those endorphins workin' overtime with those old coots!!!

Viagra or Exercise Endorphins???