JoJaBuckeye
First we take Michigan--then the whole world!
Some here have been bold enough to declare their woman the most beautiful on the planet, so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon.
Here she is, doing some exercises.
http://www.bofunk.com/video/492/fat_lady_working_out.html
It will not surprise anyone here to know that my wife is a former Michigan Wolverine cheerleader. That's how we met...at the shoe back in the 70s. She was a cheerleader, and I was just attending the game. Our eyes met, and the rest as they say is history.
Anyway, I know what some of you are thinking: anorexia. Yes, she has lost a lot of weight since leaving the squad; that's how I know that despite her best efforts to pretend to be a Buckeye fan, she'll always be a Wolverine at heart. Just can't handle the stress of being away from Ann Arbor.
In spite of my unlimited devotion to her, I cannot say I would recommend Wolverine cheerleaders to any of you single guys out there. Don't get me wrong...she's been wonderful to me. But let's just say...she's what some might consider a high maintenance individual. This came to my attention one day when the neighbor asked me how long I'd been driving a semi for Kroger. Then it occurred to me that the 18-wheeler delivering groceries twice a month must have confused him.
Then there were the septic tank issues that seemed strangely to coincide with our weekly trip to the local Chinese buffet, where the wait staff has nicknamed my wife "Buffy." But in times like this, one must be resourceful. I simply had a concrete cover installed over the swimming pool, tweaked the plumbing a bit, and **Presto!!** no more septic trouble.
Even traveling can be a bit embarassing. We took a tour of Washington DC. The tour guide said, "And here we are in the Capitol Rotunda..." So the wifey says, for all to hear, "They named it after me?"
So word to the wise, gentlemen. Go getcherself a cornhusker in Nebraska or a Warthog from Arkansas. Leave them Wolverines be.
Here she is, doing some exercises.
http://www.bofunk.com/video/492/fat_lady_working_out.html
It will not surprise anyone here to know that my wife is a former Michigan Wolverine cheerleader. That's how we met...at the shoe back in the 70s. She was a cheerleader, and I was just attending the game. Our eyes met, and the rest as they say is history.
Anyway, I know what some of you are thinking: anorexia. Yes, she has lost a lot of weight since leaving the squad; that's how I know that despite her best efforts to pretend to be a Buckeye fan, she'll always be a Wolverine at heart. Just can't handle the stress of being away from Ann Arbor.
In spite of my unlimited devotion to her, I cannot say I would recommend Wolverine cheerleaders to any of you single guys out there. Don't get me wrong...she's been wonderful to me. But let's just say...she's what some might consider a high maintenance individual. This came to my attention one day when the neighbor asked me how long I'd been driving a semi for Kroger. Then it occurred to me that the 18-wheeler delivering groceries twice a month must have confused him.
Then there were the septic tank issues that seemed strangely to coincide with our weekly trip to the local Chinese buffet, where the wait staff has nicknamed my wife "Buffy." But in times like this, one must be resourceful. I simply had a concrete cover installed over the swimming pool, tweaked the plumbing a bit, and **Presto!!** no more septic trouble.
Even traveling can be a bit embarassing. We took a tour of Washington DC. The tour guide said, "And here we are in the Capitol Rotunda..." So the wifey says, for all to hear, "They named it after me?"
So word to the wise, gentlemen. Go getcherself a cornhusker in Nebraska or a Warthog from Arkansas. Leave them Wolverines be.
