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So, this Republican walks into a bar, with a parrot on his shoulder. He says something to a guy sitting on a barstool, who happens to be a Democrat. The Democrat replies: "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. I was too busy CONTROLLING CONGRESS!!!" Sorry about the parrot; it was just a red herring.

We're all gone now!!

Happy Birthday, John, and many more!

Happy Veteran's Day to Rocky, Mackey (if he ever comes here) and any other veterans who grace our mortal thread. Thank you for your service to out country. I wish that I could still call Daddy and tell him the same thing, God rest his soul. Happy Saturday, everyone!

Well, after some more coffee, and a whole day of lecturing behind me (but now I'm punchy), I'm thinking that maybe we could view that image as a kind of a send-off to some certain folks in Washington who didn't play well with others, and had a lot of other kids send them home. na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, good bye! Apologies to the Republicans among us (I voted for two or three of your colleagues, here locally), but I'm as happy as a sunbeam. :) :) Wa-HOOOOOOOO! Extra dancing, have a glass of wine, put on your happy hat, and let's have a shindig!!!

Eeeeeeuuuuuu. Haven't had enough coffee yet this morning for that image. IS there enough coffee? :blink:

Speak it, Sister Excie! Here's to ya.

From Galations: "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law." Simon: A word of love: would you like my sack supper? A word of peace: Well, you're not THAT late for supper. Just go on in; nobody will notice. A word of patience: I'm sure that you'll learn those retemories eventually. A word of goodness: Borsht? A word of faithfulness: Tick (senior, not that jumpy Jr.) A word of gentleness: the lilting aroma of Iowa Beef as you're rounding that last corner back to the Emporia driveway A word of self-control: bless patrol our senior year "Against such things there is no law." I'd like to add some other words, on the occasion of your 50th birthday: A word of wisdom: colonoscopy A word of joy: we're not in a cult any more A word of thankfulness: beats the alternative A word of joy: dance Happy birthday, buddy.

Simon, StopitStopitStopit! Don't go getting all weird on us just because you're a bit touchy about turning 50. I need your good example to follow. Won't you be my (slightly older) buddy, and show me how to do this "old" thing? I've heard that it's not for sissies. That's what I also heard years ago, about motherhood; those ladies knew what they were talkin' bout, lemmetellya. Exie, my wine is your wine. Waltz, the Pony, or just freestyle? I find that freestyle is best, if you have to have dishes or children in your hands at the time. Simon, a word in closing: BEHAVE yourself, young man.

Hmmmm. Are we trashing folk because they're getting older? I resemble that remark. I know that this isn't going to win me any contests, but I have to say that Rosalie was always fair with me. She was courteous. She was gracious. At one time, she was my boss, so she didn't really have to be any of those things, but she was. I've seen her make an extremely difficult decision in her personal life, because because the decision was the right thing to do, even though it caused her life to be more painful. And I've had one or two bad hair days, myself. So, there. Nobody's perfect, but she's a darn site better than either of the two jackasses who held her job before she did. Of course she's messed up. Of course she makes huge judgement mistakes. She's in a cult. Love you guys.

Rhino - I'm just teasing you - no pressure. May your grapes live long and prosper.

I have the very happy circumstance of being married to a man with a nose for both wine and chemistry; I generally sit back and let him choose. Over the years, a few have been memorable enough that I learned their names; Conundrum (a white varietal from California; it's expensive, but worth a splurge for a special occasion), most anything by Yellow Tail or Kendall Jackson, a neat white varietal from Oregon named "Evolution Number Nine" (similar to Conundrum, but "less so," and less expensive). My personal all-time favorite, so far, is Louis Jabot's Beaujolais Villages (am I spelling this correctly?); I stock up whenever there's a sale. We've also learned that many, many of the best wines come from tiny little vineyards in tucked-away places. I say that Beaujolais Villages is my favorite "so far" because Rhino still hasn't agreed to send me any :( of his homemade, which is undoubtedly ambrosia.

I will be square, much to my sorrow. I've already reached my stick-mrNika-with-the-kids-for-a-weekend quota for this semester. I will think of you all! :(

Uuuuuuuh . . . whuzzat?

Do your ears hang high? Can you reach them to the sky? Do they wrinkle when they're wet? Do they straighten when they're dry? Can you throw them over your shoulder like a Continental Soldier? Do your ears hang high? Nope, I haven't been up all night grading . . . not me? Nobody around here is zoned out or spacey, not in the least, no sirreee.

Is satan the author of confusion? In my case, he may only be the ghostwriter. I do pretty well at confusing my own self.

Do a google search for bob darnell chiropractor. It will lead you to a radio station website, with a link to his e-mail address.

Simon, I think that's a different song. Oh, I'm so confused. :blink: My heart can sing, When I pause to remember But then my brain Just gets all kind of numb, Along a trail that's winding always upward the toughest part is likely yet to come But until then, I'll try to skirt Alzheimers; Until then, Ginsana will be fun, Until the day I don't know what I'm doing Until the day my brain is gone. :unsure:

Hey, does anybody remember the words to the Whistle Song? I wrote the darn thing, but years ago burned the Corps diary where the lyrics were originally penned, and now I can't recall all of them. We're glad you came to visit us da da, da da da dah. If the Lord tarries a little while more, We'll sing you a little song. (whistle the tune one time through) Some of the later Corps at Emporia did some cool caliope-sounding stuff during this part. It's good to see your smiling face So full of love and cheer, da da, da da da da da dah, We'll see you again next year. I may have the first and last verses (or parts of them) mixed up. ?????

****************** Meanwhile, I keep waiting for McKean to burst out into song. Until Then, here's another classic: (But, is it a three-count, or a four-count? Howard, help me out here.) On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed. It rolled off the table, it rolled on the floor, And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door. It rolled in the garden and under a bush, And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush. The mush was as tasty as tasty could be, And early next summer it grew to a tree. The tree was all covered with beautiful moss. It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce. So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese, Hold on to your meatball and don't ever sneeze.

Whoa - we skip for five days, and we've gotten nothin' but trouble for it. Other threads skip for five MONTHS, and people are just happy to see them when they show up again. I suppose that it's true: "he to whom much has been given, of him shall much be required." Is it our fault that we've been given sooooo muuuuch? And yet we're soooo humble. It just boggles the mind.

Rocky: welcome back, m'dear. What a nice surprise! Simon, you zealot: I don't think that CAN be sung to the tune of "wooly bully." There's no place for the clapping.

Make it a reeeeeeeally hiiiiiiiiigh scissorlift, and you could be right up at the top, in your polyester leisure suit, when Ambassador One does a low flyover. The chicks will really dig it.

woh. At the bottom of the thread, it said "rhino" in italics, with little dots under the letters. When I put the mouse over Rhino's name, it said that he was "posting." I put it over my own name, and it said that I was "reading." Woh. Technology. As you were. It still says you're posting, you slowpoke. At least it wasn't in italics because of too much wine, or anything. Why does it do that? I made two separate posts, but it put them together. Maybe this one will end up with the other two, in the same little box. That would be like-minded posts, fellowhipping together. ****************** this is my fourth post, and it still has rhino in italics like he was on acid or something. This proves that I will do almost anything not to have to go back to grading essays. back to the salt mines

In the words of Dr. Smith: "Oh, the pain, the pain . . ." As spoken by the Wicked Witch of the West: "What a world, what a world!" We've been beaten by Texas. Second time in a row. This time, it wasn't the referees giving it away (reference the undeserving Oregon Ducks); it was an honest-to-goodness got-outplayed, got out-coached, we jes'wuzn't as good as them kind of situation. Easier to live with than the Ducks thang; still feels kind of un-natural, though. Happy Sunday anyway, to all of you usual suspects (you know who you are). Fellowshipper, throw me a bone here. Is it Spring there? How are your kids doing, man? Tommystrange, got a snowcone? Not an orange one? :( Rhino, how's the wine this year? Excie, homework isn't any easier at our house, either; I am your sister in homework battles. Igotout, I'm so glad that yougotout. It's starting to get autum-y here; I envy your warmness down there. Simon, fellowshipper says your kid's "awright." High praise, coming from a guy who could make a sunscreen joke as bad as that one was . . . Bayleaves, where are you? And where the heck is Fastbuck? Isn't he ever gonna let the circle be unbroken? Missed anybody, mah fault. More coffee might fix it.