Now this is the way to do it, in the water. When I was in the 4th grade, we weren't so smart. There were a couple of us chicken fighting and we all ran into each other. I fell over with my right arm sticking out and three guys, Greg F, Terry H and George fell on my exposed wrist. The crack sounded like a gunshot and I knew I was in trouble. I held my already swollen arm as I went to the office. My mom was called and she took me straight to the doctor. He met me at the hospital, (remember, this was in 1970 or so) and the crack when he reset my wrist scared the hell out of me. I bawled like a baby. School was a pain in the ass for 6 weeks as I'm right handed and had to learn to write with my left hand. Now it would be hunt and peck on the laptop. Wouldn't have happen like that had we been fighting in the water.
This blog is for me (Joe) to keep in contact with my friends and family who I don't see too much of because I work nights. If you're wandering by checking out the blog from the Internet, well, you're welcome too, I'm 50 years old and live in California. I'm married with two bonus daughters and three grandchildren. I write about sports, scooters, vacations in the RV, my atheism, funny pictures, and pretty much anything else I can think of. I welcome all opposing views as long as you can keep it civil, my mom does come by on occasion. And, as always, the true focus of my life is my marriage to Sandra and fulfilling The Plan. Though the blog is in the top 5.