Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 03, 2008

Well, Claude, that was a very calm response. At least you did not have to use the meat pounder.

I left a response earlier but it is gone. Just to say I would not expect to take a quiet walk in the flinger neighborhood.

Cleo’s return to the field events! She should have at least yelled “fore!”

Y’know, there’s a town in NY called Slingerlands that I have never visited. I wonder ……………………

So are they gonna use that steak as her marker?

Cleo goes for the dog house…again.

Ted and Sandra are leaning towards weapons of mass destruction.

I’ll have mine medium rare, with the baked potato’s skin nice and crunchy. And corn! Yes, corn! (we’re heading for the Farmer’s Market tomorrow with great certainty that the local corn will be there!)

Oh, I loved how Cleo stretches before she puts the shot. But, who can ever forget her classic line: Uh Oh.

Not the steaks, Cleo!! But, then, maybe Cleo gets the ones that hit the ground.

I have to say, Cleo is quite a diversified athlete.

She might not get the gold but she will get at least one steak!!!

Reminds me of the books I read as a child. The kids were always making up a concoction of corned beef and onions they referred to as “fried cannonballs”