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Mother would be so proud. Why would anyone deliberately uglify themselves that way? One of the most gorgeous, naturally perfectly proportioned women I've ever seen lives in my town, but she has both arms covered with truly unattractive poorly drawn tats that make her look like a practice canvas for a prison "artist".

I don't even try to hit anything at over 100 yards any more.

I own my home. I'll leave when one of three things happen: 1. I want to and have a buyer. 2. I'm no longer able to live in it by myself and must find a full care facility. 3. The carry me off the property in a body bag. Anything else will likely result in gunfire.

What was the original name of The Cowboys? They shot at Raahauge's Range in, or near, Norco, and it runs in my mind (what little there is left of it) that it was "something" Cowboys.

Did you ever think of heavy gardening gloves and a magnet on a stick? I have both of those, but never used them with razor blades. Picked up a half ton of nails left over from previous roofing job, though.

Hey, Paisan, you say uppa you ess to me an I slappa you face off. Capiche?

My house was - built in 1991 and has those slots in the medicine cabinets in both bathrooms.

I had a pair of Remington handcuffs and my sister had Remington ice skates.... or maybe roller skates. I don't remember for sure.

Never mind. Had a lady contact me and I'll pick up my shmoo onSaturday.

Going through some old papers and came across my Certificate of Appointment as a Gigadeer Brindle in the Stealth Bullet Shooting Society signed by Colonel Dan SBSS#1 himself, and dated 15 June, 2002. Gotta find a frame for it.

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I was at a craft show a week ago and several people were selling painted gourds. Little elves, dolls, and all sorts of gourd figures. I asked a lady if she knew what a shmoo was. Her daughter looked it up on her computer thing and I asked her if she could make one her gourds into a shmoo. She could. I asked if she could make me one about a foot tall. Yes, IF I could find a dried bottle gourd that big, preferably already sanded. She could make the legs from styrofoam, add whiskers and eyelashes, and paint the eyes. Do they grow bottle gourds that tall and, if so, where can I get one? Cartoonist Al Capp created shmoos in about 1948 for his comic strip Li'l Abner. Shmoos are native to Dogpatch. I want one to sit in my kitchen just so visitors will ask what it is. 😮

Don keep askin stoopid kweschuns.

Yeah, me too. I refuse to put my vitals on any more sites. I already get more BS in my computer, sooooo, I guess I'll just miss out on a lot.

Pontiac Tempest. Buick Special. Olds LeMans. Chevy Corvair. Great choices, but I wanted a Tempest so bad. A friend had one that was just wonderful. Most of the other similar sized cars were no match in speed or handling. Dad bought a Buick Skylark Special sedan.....with four doors, yet. (Very conservative college professor, you know.) Embarrassing! So I rebelled and bought a 1960 MGA 1500 instead, and drove it to pieces. I changed the carbs to Webers, bought what became a header, reversed the electrical system, improved wheels, tires, and shocks, added a three point seat belt set, put in a roll bar, added better seats and a cool wood steering wheel, bought a Bell racing helmet and two fire extinguishers, cool sun glasses and fingerless golfing gloves, etc. I'd buy one today if I could find one in really good shape that didn't cost a college education. I loved that car. It got me started in sports car racing. Later on I owned a Corvair Corsa 140T that had been" Yenko-ized". New suspension, better transmission and turbocharger, improved brakes, race tuned, more instruments, roll bar, and more. Much better than a "normal" Corvair. Good for about 125 mph or more, but scary at anything over about 110. It was great, but wasn't family car at all.

Thank you, Bob! I have both on my bookmarks list. It's therapeutic to check them out once in a while. Brings back some very pleasant memories and once in awhile a laugh or two.

Works for me.

And why, pray tell, is it in this subject?

I bought a "dial phone" a few years ago. It DID NOT have push buttons in a dial -looking thing but a real dial....but....when you dialed you had to move your finger all the way around and make sure you pushed the crescent-shaped stop gizmo. When you took your finger out to go to the next number the dial turned back to the starting point, dialing the proper number. I even found a 1960 phone book from Logan, Utah to go with it and I put Mom's old phone number, SK2-2175, in the center window. It was a perfect copy of the old black Western Electric 500 "saddle" series phones and was fun for awhile....but you had to have a land line (I used it as the kitchen phone in a five unit set. I hid the base in a tin breadbox.) When my provider went to a different system and did away with land lines, I gave it to my daughter-in-law who still uses it. She found a place in Las Vegas that still supports land lines.

Where did this come from?

One of the ladies had five bells, one was close to four feet tall, and one about thee feet tall on a frame on the table. I watched her use sticks, little metal mallets, three or four different brushes, padded sticks, a little dog-toy-like pillow thingy, and her hands. I had watched and listened to to her warming up in another room before the show started. She got so many sounds out of each bell I couldn't believe it. and I can't even begin to describe the different sounds. There was a five foot long, 3-4 inch diameter tube hanging on a frame. It made"thunder" sounds from an almost impossible bass to a mid-range tenor. There was a "tinker bell" like you'd imaging a fairy using.... a tiny little thing with dainty sounds that pierced right through the others when it was her turn.

I guess I have heard the bells for years, but never knew what they were before....and most recordings do NOT do them justice. Sitting within ten feet of them in a chapel with amazing acoustics for a fifteen minute show was a great experience. Actually, the entire cantata was beyond belief...except for a piano player who was a world class payer, but was not suited to this program.

What Eyesa said. I have been blessed with absolutely wonderful medical people, too. Some have become close friends.

Oh, THAT Tombstone. I thought you were talking about your own tombstone, but I ain't ready for that and was hoping you weren't either. Don't go scaring folks that way.