Posted on 12/31/2006 7:08:41 PM PST by Mo1
Trying something new?
You know what I used for the sling shot good N pleanty it made the best ammunition.
I had a 6 pack of that candy and it was endless to use up!
Put another log on the driveway.........
So we can whack furry mascots as we go by.............I'm H*ll at whacking!
Hollyweirds are obsessed with themselves and should shut up and be content with that.
Not to make a pun here, but this sounds a bit fishy.......
I saw a good movie Sunday.
It was called "Amazing Grace"
5 stars.
*rolling eyes*
:-)
Maybe there was a current!:)
Kinda cute (and harmless) joke from today's nearly endless email stack ...
A drunken Cowboy lay sprawled across three seats at a movie theater.The Usher noticed him and whispered, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."
The Cowboy groaned but didn't budge.
The Usher called management, who tried but also failed to get the cowboy moving.
Finally they summoned a Texas Ranger.
He surveyed the situation, then asked, "All right, buddy, whats your name?"
"Fred," the Cowboy moaned.
"Where ya from, Fred?" asked the Ranger
Fred moaned again, then replied, "The balcony"
FOFLOL. No doubt.
Nice slideshow, gran. Gosh, all your plantings around the pool are really filling in and looking so good. The weather has been so beautiful lately and all my neighbors have been making the most of it. I need to get busy, too. :)
Except for January, we had a fairly typical and mild winter... but January was simply awful. I wasn't in town too often but when I was home, the weather was always gloomy and ugly, one day damp and cold, the next day wet and cold. The Japanese Magnolias have already bloomed and our Azaleas are beginning to bloom. Its about 80 today and the birds are all singing and flirting. LOL
I thought I might go see that one this weekend... that one or perhaps, Breach.
Watching a movie is escapism, not politics.
I love horror movies.
Bigger in Texas As everyone knows, everything is bigger in Texas. The roads are bigger, the trees are bigger, and the wide open spaces are, well, wider. Texans wear the biggest hats, the biggest boots, and drive the biggest cars.
One day, a Texan died and went to heaven. He was met at the pearly gates by none other than St. Peter, who proceeded to give him a tour of the wonders of heaven.
The Texan, however, was not impressed.
St. Peter showed him the most beautiful rivers, and the Texan said that they were bigger in Texas. St. Peter revealed to him the majesty of mountains, but the Texan reminded him that they were just as good, if not better, back in Texas.
St. Peter showed him the glory of the stars (they shine brighter in Texas), the enormity of the sunrise (you haven't seen it until you've seen it in Texas), and the simple wonder of a doe and a fawn drinking at a lake at sunset (reminiscent of Lake Texarkana, only not as pretty).
There was nothing St. Peter could do to overcome the man's opinion of his home state. Finally, St. Peter took the Texan right out to the edge of heaven, and they both looked down.
From there one could see all the way down into Hell. They could see the fire and the brimstone and the agony ad infinitum. It was a horrific sight.
St. Peter then said, "Well? What do you think about that? Have anything like THAT down in Texas?"
The Texan replied, "No sir, we don't -- but I know a couple old boys down in Houston who will put that out for ya."
I once went up the Jacobs ladder to touch the third stage of the two protruding steel bars. No way was I going to somehow stand on those things. But as you can see, from there on you would have to swarm up the mast like a monkey for the last 20ft or so and how you could manoeuvre yourself to actually stand on it, I don´t think I dared to look.
Lots of the guys used to do if for fun in their spare time, I put it down to lack of imagination. The vivid mental picture of your Cardy as a broken piece of red jello strew across the parade ground kept me from such foolishness. Glad to hear you have the same sense of self-preservation LJ.
Good one. Red Adair: Firefighter extraordinaire.
ROFL, Gran! I always knew you were the type that liked to live dangerously! Things sure have changed since we were kids. I never had to deal with the fears kids have nowadays. Seems like theres a pedophile on every street corner these days. Such a shame what the world has come to.
Also, the mast climb is a job, not an adventure. Almost any climbing would be more of an adventure than that.
As a youngster, I was prone to climb trees, but when the other kids wanted to jump out of the hayloft, it didn't seem practical.
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