Rocky

So, this priest, a rabbi, and a minister walk into a bar...

Well niKa, you aren't alone. the "shock and horror" is far more real today with the instant news of American casualties. My stepson is a freshman at UofA in Tucson. I hope he never has to see combat first hand.

Beep beep beep boop boop boop!

Thanks Simon. And my kiddo has been much calmer and happier with me than she had been in months, especially with her mother. In general, mother's are wunnerful, btw, but in this case... well, I'm very thankful at this point.

Karm... black leather interior of your car? Cloth or sheepskin/hair seat covers. Also, dashboard covers made of carpet material are standard equipment (not from the car dealer, but for many Arizonans). Especially important for your steering wheel... Also, MOST important... windshield shades for when you are parked but not under cover.

Ok, I bite, or byte as the case may be. The list contains more practical wisdom than humor! Oh, that's the point... -->

Thanks Rev. Ex and Felloschleper... however, I am having trouble understanding how anyone could deal with more than one! (that's a figger of speech)

Not wanting to share all my blues with yous, I didn't mention the Grave(s)travail visited upon me since late January, but this day I say unto thee it is time to rejoice, for this thy or MY daughter is back with thee, or rather with me. How I got stuck in this life with such a spiteful former spouse is a matter for speculation another time. However NOW, yea VERILY, a superior court judge granted me sole custody (for now), though for a somewhat sad reason (which I will not expound upon at length this moment). But having only seen my daughter for about 6 hours over nearly two months, I REJOICE and know (since she is 13) I have my work cut out for me... Thanks for letting me share my joy. :D--> :)--> :P-->

Thanks Ex for letting us know that.

Practically had milk shooting out my nostrils on that one niKa! rofl :D-->

And don't forget what Walter always used to say... today is the only day of the year that is a command -- March FoUrth! So, rise up ye men (don't leave out da wimmin) of Gawd! And that hundred bucks... as long as Tut-ex ministries shares the wealth and uses the proceeds for the common good... -->

Simon, them would be Nolan Ryan's numbers. I bet you been able to do plenty of selling lately, instead of climbin woofs. Why I've forgotten more dry, no rain years than El Nino will ever know. Tommy Tutu, I had to really work hard on that musteriouso sentence.

almost everyone else's birthday...

Most significantly, I recall hearing them say Bah-bah Wah-wah was born of the wrong seed. How silly. At this point, I hope all former wayfers question the teaching underlying the long list that probably is more fairly described as those who made Herr Vierville and Craggy jealous.

Nor do I have a clue (only stating the obvious, I know) as to solving this musterion... or is it... well, I just don't know. Hmmm... dost one thinketh that the Toledo Mud Hen from New Knoxville, aka personal trainer to minor league women's basketball teams, drive an H2? I guess I been lookin at that financial statement Goey got fum an Arizona corporate overseer too long.

I thought this was the read thread...

Well, KnotinKans anymore (garden veggies, get it?), It's been so long I don't remember the very large part... but I do remember you had a fine pair of very long, very nice legs... and apparently, they still work for dancin... your museum find sounds intriguing... one of the latest things I did that might stir something up - took a pic of some ornamentation cast in stone that decorates an Arizona state office building, built in Italian Renaissance architectural style in 1930, that has hundreds of swastikas on it. This ancient symbol had different meaning to Native Americans than it now holds. And, if Simon wants to see it, or anyone that visits the Phoenix area, just email "The Teacher...oops, not that one. email me... some folks here should have my email addy.

living in the phoenix, az area. don't know what Kathy does, but Mike is on the radio... Kool-FM 94.5 goes by a different name on the air, but last I knew, you could find his pic on the station's web site. Also, might find an email address on the cortright's web site. (see drop down menu at top of page) A google search on Mike's name brought this result: http://guhsd.k12.az.us/~apollo/baseball.html [This message was edited by Rocky on February 22, 2003 at 22:44.] pd@koolradio.com this is the only email address on the web site, that I could find. The following is what the site says about Mike's programs. He goes by the name Camelback Jack. I first saw him on a tv spot for a Christmas promotion that radio station was doing, in 2001, I think it was, but could have been 2000. Someone I knew in the 9th corpse was married, with Mike officiating the ceremony. They confirmed, by email, that was him. Fab 4 at Four Every weekday at 4pm Camelback Jack brings you two Beatles tunes, back to back. It's Jack's tribute to the Fab 4. Top 5 at Five Every weekday at 5pm catch Camelback Jack's Top 5 at Five, five great oldies that share a common theme. From "Ship Tunes" to "Animal Oldies", Jack's Top 5 at Five is a must hear! [This message was edited by Rocky on February 23, 2003 at 6:33.]

My hunch is this thread has at least 9 lives and can survive what would kill a normal or otherwise boring thread. And, as "Simon says" If it's to be, it's up to someone else!

Like Hope, I never was a cat person. My sister loved cats all her life. My daughter and my ex both love cats (almost reason not to change). BUT, my daughter, one July, in 1998 brought a kitten over from her mother's when she was going to be with me for most of the month (usually we change physical custody same day each week). I was taking some vacation time. The kitten earned a place in our home by being cute and playful and lovable. It liked my computer, and most everything else it could climb. this was a cat that over the course of a few months, it made its case that we could not keep it indoors all the time. eventually, however, a neighbor had his way and the cat never came home. My kid and I went looking at animal pounds and shelters, covering hundreds of miles in a week. Never found the cat. BUT, we found a cat that would choose us to host him in our home. A man's home is his cat's castle. Now, Monster Baby, the new feline sovereign, does stay indoors all the time, does not claw furniture, or climb entertainment centers or kitchen cabinets. He is a gentle, playful soul, that is clean, quiet and loving. Since my kid has to spend time at her mother's house, the cat helps keep me sane. A dog would indeed be more needy and higher maintenance. Poor Hills, we have learned about some of his fears, perhaps, inadvertently.

Of course Simon speak such, the kind of rain we had on Thursday, not seen for a couple of years locally, no doubt has drummed up much bizness, after his midweek day of rest.

I bet Simon needs a heavy duty blow dryer today. Or maybe he's doing his best impression of a lightening rod... Stay safe out in that weather, friend.

and, and, and, and, and.... well shucks. Religious omelets all around courtesy of simonthewoofer. And iffn y'alls got any funds socked away, hopin the stocks'll appreciate enough, in time, for retirement, then prey tell, uh, no, pray fer piece(s) and peace. Cuz war might bring them not so smart bombs that crack the nest eggshell.

Wherefore art we here then oh wise Dr Tut? and whatho shpeshul 'bout that pairrot?

niKa, did the guy with the parrot order a Cheeseburger in Paradise? Did he have a Pencil thin mustache? or did he dream of Margaritaville?