Posted on 03/18/2008 9:36:36 AM PDT by george76
Careful, unless you are the best of people, there are Cheeselanders here who will be wary of west coasters. And, let’s hope we never get to this situation. Mostly because it would prove Al Gore was right.
First winter it was 45 below and I didn’t even bother to start the woodstove. Now three decades later I need triple socks and double gloves just to go out to the woodpile at 35 below. Blood must be getting thinner or thicker or something.
Olezip is correct, he DID flunk Divinity School.
He's not particularly bright, his grades are far inferior to Bush's
ROTFL!!
“Ice berg, right ahead!”
You can break the ice, so to speak, if you learn how to make, and then actually drink, Tom & Jerry’s. They like their brandy there, but don’t confuse them by trying to explain the differences between what they drink and the stuff from France.
Hey....I don’t need to learn how to drink brandy....I live here. It’s part of our staple diet along with beer, cheese and bratwurst.
i grew up in Western Michigan in the mid 50’s and I can remember when there were years that Lake Michigan froze from one side to the other in certain areas. My mother would take us out on the Lakes ice, which was a piled up mess of broken ice full of crevices and other places of peril. We never saw any other fools out there, my mother was a very adventurous and full of fun.
Some times we would walk miles to get to the edge of the frozen ice, which was a really neat experience. There would be huge balls of ice floating on the edge that were probably 10- 25 feet in diameter floating among a huge slush of ice chunks.
For a young kid it was pretty scary, I always think back to the big crevasses and what would’ve happened if we fell in one. We never took a rope or safety gear, plus we were in a pretty isolated area back then around Ludington, Michigan.
I do miss hearing the Fog horns on a cool foggy morning though. There’s nothing more errie than a huge fog bank coming at you with high winds and zero visibility sitting in a small row boat out from the shoreline a good bit.
Then we moved to Georgia, where the lakes were full of red clay when we first moved down there. I still enjoy the water, but not nearly as much as I did in Michigan.
Gads, don’t remind me. I’m still trying to get rid of the tomato soup, batteries, candles...
the only thing Algore ever passed was gas.
No, you’re just getting older (LOL).
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(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
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