Posted on 05/16/2002 10:16:11 AM PDT by Mo1
My Mom grew up there. She and my Dad went to Reed College....Marxist Mecca of the Northwest. They became dedicated liberals shortly thereafter.
My Grandparents had a little place on the Willamette River about 25 or 30 minutes South of Portland near a time called Wilsonville (Wilsyville?). It was rural then...probably all built up now. It was very cool.....
Lots of rain.
WALKING IS GOOD FOR YOU??????
It is well documented that for every minute you exercise, you add a minute to your life. This enables you, at 85 years of age, to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $5000 per month!
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. Now she's 97 years old and we don't know where the hell she is!
The only reason I would take up exercising is so that I could hear heavy breathing again. I joined a health club last year and spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up.
I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.
I like long walks... especially when they are taken by people who annoy me. I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.
If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.
And last, but not least, I don't exercise because it makes the ice jump right out of my glass!
Both my sisters are extreme lefties along with my parents.
Our conversations about politics are like the little clubhouse fights between Calvin and Hobbes. I am considered "to the right of Ghengis Khan"....of which I am most proud.
Just before the election (like 4 days), my sister asks me why people would want to change from the policies that brought such good things to the US....
I actually tried to answer....
Silly me.
3 sentences into my answer ( I was going to try to figure out which policies Clinton actually had), she erupted and stopped the discussion with a hysterical shriek.
Liberals tend to do that.
It's got to be a combination of things.
Loss of spirituality....combined with affluence....tiring of the cold war....the 60's onslaught of sex, drugs, etc.
Cultural drift.
a feed bag?
"The Picture"
After living in the remote wilderness of Kentucky all his life, Bubba decided it was time to visit the big city. In one of the stores he picks up a mirror and looks in it. Not knowing what it was, he remarked, "How about that! Here's a picture of my daddy." He bought the 'picture', but on the way home he remembered his wife, Lizzy, didn't like his father. So he hung it in the barn, and every morning before leaving for the fields, he would go there and look at it.
Lizzy began to get suspicious of these many trips to the barn. One day after her husband left, she searched the barn and found the mirror. As she looked into the glass, she fumed, "So that's the ugly bitch he's runnin' around with."
what must it be like being the spawn of those two.....
And on that high note...it's bedtime...
Gnightall
After many yeer of illness, Ronald Reagan was very ill and it appeared that he might not pull through. Obviously, Nancy and the rest of the family were at his side as well as the family minister. Knowing that his time might be short, they asked him if there was anything he wanted.
" Yes, he replied, I would like Bill and HIllary Clinton at my side before I go."
Well, everyone was amazed at this unusual request and assumed him memory was failing even worse than they had suspected. Regardless, they went ahead and forwarded his request to the former first family. Within hours, the former president and former first lady arrived courtesy of the loan of Air Force On. For a time, no one said anything. Both Bill and Hillary were touched and flattered that Ron would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled. Obviously they were of different political parties and had thrown barbs in one another's direction over the years. Why not George Bush Sr. or G.W. bush or some of Reagan's many friends? He had never given the Clinton's any indication that he particularly liked either of them. Finally, Bill spoke up and asked, " Mr. President, why did you choose the two of us to be at your bedside at this critical moment?"
The former president mustered up some strength and said very weakly, " Jesus died between two thieves...and that's how I want to go!"
( I want our dear President Reagan to live as well as he can for as long as he can. I can just hear him say this though...)
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