dave spencer

Last night, I crawled into bed, read some more of "The Hunger Games," then fell asleep. This morning, I woke up...on the couch! It has happened again.

No good deed goes unpunished. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. My nephew and my mother were joining me at Lowe's to purchase a birthday gift for my sister. On the way back, I spotted a turtle in the middle of Martin Luther King Jr. Loop. Should've kept drivin'.

When you google "celebrity look-alike generator," you get a bundle of websites wherein you can upload a picture of yourself and it will generate the celebrity that you most closely resemble. Well, I did it and I have to say that I will agree to disagree with everything that I've found.

I'm counting down my top five favorite mobile apps. Number 5 was the invaluable Blockbuster Express app. At number four, we have the...

The above-average-to-comfortable temperatures we've experienced so far this spring have made nightly walks irresistible. So I've been power-driving the Skechers these last four weeks. It's been great. Load up the mobile, grab the ear buds, and hit the bricks. Thankfully, I failed to do that second part last night.

As I was reading about Jaclyn's encounter with a wasp, and then Dave Spencer's, I was reminded of a terrifying childhood experience which I relived a few weeks ago. Although I'm not allergic, that I know of, to things that sting, I will run like a banshee the moment one appears a few feet within my vacinity.

Well, I'm at that awkward age...you know, where you start going in for "procedures?" This Monday, I will be undergoing a colonoscopy.

I've been a regular blood donor for about 4 years. I try to give every two months. But I've been fortunate on the occasions I've forgotten, because I've received phone calls at those times informing me of a shortage of O negative blood, the universal blood type. And, yes, that makes me a universal donor.

It was a simple phone call to inform my mom that the Louisville/Cincinnati basketball game was on ESPN--she graduated from U of L in 1954. Just a simple phone call. Then the gears started turning, connections were made, and my mother suddenly remembered an amazing story from her time spent at Cincinnati Children's Hospital in 1952 as part of her training curriculum. So she wrote the following essa

The Polar Bear Plunge was Saturday morning at The Hines Center in Philpot.  And, for the second consecutive year, record crowds and participants turned out to raise money for and support Special Olympics Kentucky!  233 plungers walked the plank at the Hines Center lake and plunged into the chilly waters and, in doing so, they raised $55,000 . . . an all-time record for Owensboro's event.  As you k

I guess I need to get out more. But I'm just now hearing about this game "Two Truths and a Lie," where you tell the crowd two things about yourself that are true and one thing that isn't. They have to guess which are true and which one isn't. I dig it. Let's do it. Take the challenge. How well do you know me? Pick the lie and find out.

If you tune into The WBKR Waking Crew, you are likely quite familiar with our friend, Melissa.  Or rather, should I say . . . Meliiiiiiiiiissssssssaaaaaaa.  Just before Valentine's Day, I was contacted by Melissa's sister, who was itching to play a Valentine's Day prank on her sister.  See, Melissa's family always accuses her of being a WBKR stalker and they just happened to find a holiday card wi