.....that I'm

On 2004-11-25, notbob > wrote:
> ....that I'm

......not completely gone! LOL....

nb

On 2004-11-25, notbob > wrote:
> ....that I'm

......not completely gone! LOL....

nb

On 2004-11-25, notbob > wrote:
> ....that I'm

......not completely gone! LOL....

nb

notbob wrote:

> On 2004-11-25, notbob > wrote:
>
>>....that I'm
>
>
> .....not completely gone! LOL....
>
> nb

You positive about that?? ;-)

--
Steve

Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna
eat the next thing that comes outta it's ass?"

notbob wrote:

> On 2004-11-25, notbob > wrote:
>
>>....that I'm
>
>
> .....not completely gone! LOL....
>
> nb

You positive about that?? ;-)

--
Steve

Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna
eat the next thing that comes outta it's ass?"

notbob wrote:
>
> ....that I'm

That dog I was babysitting went home today. It didn't know the meaning
of "no", had a panic attack every time I was left alone in a room, and
plunged into the slimey pond every moment it could. Makes my dog look
like a rocket scientist.
blacksalt
sitting down for a moment between mincing cabbage, pureeing pumpkin, and
trussing a bird

notbob wrote:
>
> ....that I'm

That dog I was babysitting went home today. It didn't know the meaning
of "no", had a panic attack every time I was left alone in a room, and
plunged into the slimey pond every moment it could. Makes my dog look
like a rocket scientist.
blacksalt
sitting down for a moment between mincing cabbage, pureeing pumpkin, and
trussing a bird

Prozac
Wellbutrin
Lipitor
Protonix
Glucophage
Accuretic
Metoprolol

Lynn in Fargo

My loved one has no dire symptoms of a chronic disease. Minor symptoms we can
mostly handle.

We have flourished this long, despite not having full-time employment. We hope
we will soon.

We have gifts of imagination, good spirits, and the ability to enjoy small
things.


E. P.

My loved one has no dire symptoms of a chronic disease. Minor symptoms we can
mostly handle.

We have flourished this long, despite not having full-time employment. We hope
we will soon.

We have gifts of imagination, good spirits, and the ability to enjoy small
things.


E. P.

In article <cSnpd.97029$5K2.94620@attbi_s03>, notbob
> wrote:

> ....that I'm

The mother of the best kids in the world; wife of a good man, an
honorable man, a man who loves me.

Our children cooked up The Best Thanksgiving Ever for us, for me, this
year. A week ago, Sunday, I received this email from Chris in reply
to my inquiry of his Thanksgiving plans. He's been in AZ for 12 years
and for the last 10 has prepared turkey and dressing for himself and
friends:

"Oh, hello, that's this week! I just got back from picking up my
turkey---got a 16-pounder this year, which is pretty big, but nothing
compared to the 20-pounders I usually get. I'll be having dinner with
some good friends of mine here, the couple that just had a baby. A few
other friends of ours are joining us. We probably have too much turkey
for the group that's eating dinner that afternoon, but certainly not
too much for the fridge. :-) I'm also making the dressing---separate
from the turkey, as usual---and some mashed potatoes. Think I'm gonna
try red potatoes this year, maybe leave the skins on. Broccoli is the
vegetable, plus a salad of some kind. We'll probably watch Star Wars
all day, which used to be our tradition a few years back and which, now
that the DVDs are out, can be so once again.

I'll give you guys a call Thursday. You'll be at Becky's, right? I'm
sure I'll have to call you Wednesday night as I'm prepping the bird,
too. Will you be at Beck's then, too, or still in Burnsville?"

We arrived at Girlchild's around 1:30 on Wednesday afternoon. Kid was
napping, Beck was downstairs somewhere -- she's usually out the door
help unload the car -- unseen. I saw the light on in her crapbook room,
figured she was there doing her thang while the kid napped. Rob got the
car emptied and went down the stairs to see her. I heard him say, in a
rather casual tone, "Well, isn't this a nice surprise." I had a
fleeting thought of Chris then dismissed it -- Jamie took the day off,
too, I guess. Then I heard Rob say, "Gee, it's good to see you, Chris."
HELLO??? CHRIS? HERE? I went downstairs and there he was. I was
stunned! He's not been home at Thanksgiving in 11 years. I was
dumbstruck. I had my kids with me at Thanksgiving! Holy balls!

They told an amazing story of Beck and Sam driving to MSP (airport) on
Tuesday afternoon to fetch Chris at 3:30 and return to the northland.
Only Chris' flights were delayed along the way and he didn't get in
until 7:30. Small Child was napless ("I so 'cited! Uncle Chris
coming.") and behaved like a trooper in spite of it. Fetching Chris
took an hour longer than it should have because Beck didn't know his
flight number or airline (OK, they're not *perfect.*) and went to the
charter terminal instead of the main. She and Sam took a shuttle and
tram to get to the main. Then, of course, they had to go back to get
her car after collecting Chris and baggage. She really went the extra
mile to pull off their surprise. Somewhere along the way, I did
something right in raising those two.

The two of them prepared Thanksgiving dinner -- my goal of serving in
the role of consultant was achieved. Chris did the turkey and dressing
and gravy; Beck did most of the rest. I'd brought cranberry sauce,
cooked wild rice, and our sweet potato. Jamie's mom brought ham and
pies. Jamie's dad carved Birdy for the table. Jamie arrived home from
playing football (he'd left at about 8:30) just as we were about to sit
to table. I'm gonna have to have a talk with that boy. If his mother
doesn't nail him first. :-)

On Friday afternoon, Rob, Beck, Sam, and I went to see The Polar
Express. It was about 50 times better than I'd expected it to be.
Here, have a good laugh at my expense: In the scene when the kids are
about to slide off Santa's toy sack, the Helpers are helping them.
Helpers are standing on each others' shoulders and hopping from one to
another and I'm thinking, "Man, those guys are really good to have that
balance." It didn't hit me until about 20 minutes later that they were
animated characters, digitally produced. <smacks head>.

Chris goes home tomorrow. It's a treat having him here. I'm so lucky
to have such a fine family.

Enough. I've posted only a couple pictures so far to my web page --
there's a great picture of the Dancing Queen.

Supper tonight (Sunday) is Polish sausage from Kramarczuk's, kraut,
boiled potatoes, caraway rye bread. It's gonna be some good.
--
-Barb, <www.jamlady.eboard.com> Updated 11-28-04; Sam I Am! birthday telling.