It Doesn't Look Much Like Spring Today!

As I write this, there is snow falling outside. Not enough to stick to the ground (yet), but it's definitely snowing. Now, you know that I am not a skier, so I can't get enthused about snow falling at this time of year.


All right, the first paragraph was written yesterday (Monday) afternoon, and after taking the first photo and writing that "whiny" opening, I got involved in some other business and didn't get the post finished. So, now it is Tuesday morning, we got about 4 cm. of snow overnight, then it turned to rain, so the result is the slush you see in the photo below. It's actually better now than it was at 6:30 when I was walking to my Rotary breakfast meeting. COME ON, SPRING! Only 1 week to go.As we get thinking about spring, many will think of golf. Here's a 5 minute clip on a Florida community where a lot of golf is played, but even more golf carts are used around the town.

http://www.youtube.com/v/Qrpq5A-KAoA

Do You Know A Buyer For This Home?

Located in Balfour, this 2 bedroom, 2 bath manufactured home sits on its own level lot, just a few steps from the beach, and close to the Balfour Golf Course and all the recreational amenities of the area, and just a short drive to Ainsworth Hot Springs. Check out full details on our web-site $259,900

Doesn't this look like fun?

A couple of weeks ago Dorothy and I took our oldest grand-daughter for a short vacation to Disneyland. Although it seems like a panic shot, the ladies were enjoying themselves, and we ended up riding Splash Mountain again! It was great fun to see The Magic Kingdom through the eyes of a child.

Prayer Positions
1. Three preachers sat discussing the best positions for prayer, while a telephone repairman worked nearby.
"Kneeling is definitely best," claimed one.
"No," another contended. "I get the best results standing with my hands outstretched to Heaven."
"You're both wrong," the third insisted. "The most effective prayer position is lying prostrate, face down on the floor."
The repairman could contain himself no longer.
"Hey, fellas," he interrupted, "the best prayin' I ever did was hangin' upside down from a telephone pole."
*Thanks to Pastor Tim for this joke!*

Before I finish, I want to mention that you can access more real estate related information on my business blog, where recent posts have been about low interest rates, Nelson's new EcoSave program, the end of the HST, and new strata regulations. I also notice that the Osprey Community Foundation is now requesting proposals for a further study on Age Friendly Communities, a topic which I wrote about at the end of November, last year.

As St. Patrick's Day occurs at the end of this week, I thought I would finish up with a cute story about a potato. I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for reading.

Thanks, too, to all of you who send in ideas and comments on these posts. Please keep them coming!

ONE POTATO--TWO POTATO

Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they called 'Yam.'

Of course, they wanted the best for Yam.

When it was time, they told her about the facts of life.

They warned her about going out? And getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like 'Hot Potato,' and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.

Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!

But on the other hand she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.

When she went off to Europe , Mr. And Mrs.Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland . And the greasy guys from France. Called the French Fries.

And when she went out west, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.

Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, 'Frito Lay.'

Mr. And Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University) so that when she

graduated she'd really be in the Chips.

But in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.

Tom Brokaw!

Mr. And Mrs. Potato were very upset.

They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just.......

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A COMMON TATER

Lorne & Drew