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My great-great-great-great (there may be a few more greats thrown in for good measure) grandfather was from Ireland. He immigrated to the United States in the mid-seventeen hundreds and his name was Joseph Gibson. Here’s to Papa Joe! I discovered this today and laughed my booty off. Is that a leprechaun? One [...] So, I’m all alone this weekend and I have the entire house to myself — not counting my feline companions of course. I’ve got to tell everyone that it feels awesome! Chuck is living it up in Orlando (he saw Blue Man Group last night) and I am living it up on our couch. I’ve [...] I miss my momma! She flew home today after a wonderful visit. She’s had a rough past two days, complete with locking herself out of my house, learning that her pipes in Asheville had burst, and losing her military id at the airport. Sheesh! Chucklebutt is leaving for Daytona in three days and he has a little bit more work to do on his bike. No pressure! That looks like something out of a Terminator movie. I sure hope he knows how to put all that back together. (Incidentally, yes we are a one car and three bike family. Makes [...] |
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