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About iamhubby1

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  • Birthday 09/21/1955

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  • Location Spartanburg, SC
  • Interests Detroit Lions, Pistons, Tigers, and some of the Wings.

    Keeping the wife happy.

    Been a satisfied Huddler since before the big crash of 08.

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  1. iamhubby1 added a blog entry in Hubby's Musings   

    So this blog thing? It ain't so hard is it?
    So here I am. Comfy, and ready to fly, as I sit down to start my first Huddle blog. Even though there is a lot riding on this. I can only control…well, in my world, everything. But that’s neither here, nor there, for the time being anywho. You know you want to impress right out of the box. Come on “Like Gang Busters” as some long forgotten aunt, or was it that stupid husband of hers? Show everyone you got what it takes. Take the world by storm. If, you know what I mean.
    Speaking of the idiot brother in law. Who forever from this point forward shall now, and for always, be referred to as the "ibit". (Idiot Brother Inlaw Twit.) Smartest guy in the room, and, also the dumbest. My sister gave him a 4pack of MSU season tickets in an old razor box for Xmas one year. She had the brilliant idea to put his razor inside. You know, to balance out the weight and all.
    Anyway, the ibit unwraps the present, sees that it’s a razor, raises it up to show everyone, then sets it aside with the rest of his presents. My sister, who is filming this, wants him to get to the tickets. So she asks him to open it up so she can see the razor. He says, “Aw, it’s just a razor hun”.
    She tried 3 different pleas to get him to open that damm box. But nooooooo, the stupid twit couldn’t be bothered. I watched my sister go whisper to the mom, who soon got up and as she was walking by mentions to the ibit. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve even seen one of those things. Mind showing me the razor?” “Sure” he says, as he jumps up to please the Queen.
    He opens up and shakes out the razor, these 4 tickets kinda fall out into his hand. He looks at the razor, looks at the tickets, and then looks at his wife. He is standing there, looking like a Prom Queen in the lobby of a Mensa convention, looking at that razor. Then, as he is once again looking at the tickets, a smile starts to chip into that granite of perpetual duh.
    He looks at his wife and says, “I am pretty sure…that’s my razor. Is this a trick gift?”.
    So anyway. I sit down, look at the ol’ lap top, and, nothing. My mind’s a blank. Even though I had no real topic for which to begin my journey into blogdom. I was just betting my brain could come up with something to get the ball rolling. But nope.  Even with all those neurons running with the protons, mixing with all that accrued knowledge rattling around in my head. Nothing. Nada.
    So…all those nuggets, tidbits, and snippets I’ve got. All those endless hours in front of the tv. Extensive interaction with all sorts of nefarious characters. Input from sources I don’t even remember. And my brain can’t come up with 1 good idea to start a blog? No two tidbits running into each other and before they know it two more, and then three, and four. And yet can't get enough mass to warrant a topic. How many tidbits does it take to warrant a "This is worth a look"? Give me a break here. I want to look good in front of the guys/girls, so please, give me something.
    So I guess Dear Readers, I must pass on this golden opportunity in front of me. For a blogger without an idea is just a…well, you get the idea. A bad topic starter. That is what I have been reduced to. Nothing more than a Panther I start a lot of threads wannabe. Oh the humanity.
    Pet Peeve Corner.
    This is what I’m going to call my random thoughts section. A thought struck me, and I wanted to get it down. By the time I actually did get around to it? …Nothing, gone. But hey, at least now, when I do have one of those tangent thoughts, I know where to put it.
    I can be off on a rant, I mean, c’mon man, we all love to vent, and when a tangent pops up. I now have the ability to expand abilities. I cannot only ride my tangent out. But, if I arrive home safely from wherever it took me. I simply copy and paste it later. Thus allowing me to return to my rant in record time. Brilliant.
    I’m going to leave you with a game I hope to play. It’s called. “College, or Hillbilly”. I’ll give you a quote, or a situation. And you tell me if it was said/done by a College Grad, or a Hillbilly.
    So, with future ado. The inaugural “College or Hillbilly” question is: “Boy, once that air-conditioning kicks in, it sure can feel good.”
    So good folks of HuddleLand. Who among you said College? Yeah!!!! Or Hillbilly? Huuuuh?
    If you made it this far, thank you. If you cheated and jumped to the end, I’ll know. Leave a comment. Only if you really feel the need. No pressure. Or, you know, um, don’t comment. If that is what you feel is best.
    Vote here.  @yalikeihaveawebsitec’onman.aol.com
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  2. iamhubby1 added a comment on a blog entry My recent interest in "travel hacking"   

    I saved 55 cents today at Food Lion. Until I read this, I was feeling pretty good about myself. So you've got that going for you.
    I am pretty sure that if you get the info out there, there will be plenty of folks who will learn from you. So you've got that going for you too.
    My dad always said. If you use your credit card like a tool, it can be a money maker. This, takes that, to a whole new level.
    My sister travels a lot. She is always on her phone checking on some odd thing or another. She says, all you have to do is ask. They will have stuff ready and waiting for you.
    Get to work. You've got a lot ahead of you.
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  3. iamhubby1 added a comment on a blog entry Questions at OTA media day   

    Clever, informative, (Didn't know there were 2 of them.) funny, ("Both our readers." lol this is just but 1 example.)  and best of all, readable.
    All in all, I enjoyed the read. Nice contribution
    This is the Huddlez definition of tweener type stuff. Good enough to get to read, but would get eatin' alive in the Panther sub-forum. Which means it probably wouldn't get posted, and I never would have gotten a chance to read it. It needed a place for not just him, but where all his brethren could feel welcomed.
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