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I was wondering what the name of that one was. Bwaahhhazei'-^aih cough.. ~AirAnn~

Well, .... How is it that I would get pregnant? Oh.. I mean NO ~AirAnn~

Mine is 83. But.. the true miracle has already occurred. Not one single meesly person believed I would make it to 25 alive. I had, and I am still having a B L A S T ~AirAnn~

I thought the micro waves would kill stuff after a while.... If you live close to a tower ... you get coodies and cavities, I think and....... the sheep all come out funny looking like 1/2 Clay with curly white fuz ~AirAnn~

[CENTER]> that is just SO wrong, all of you... you people need to just make up yer minds... blondes or us good Texas folks with blonde hair.... Frumpt [/CENTER] ~AirAnn~

THATS RIGHT I knew I had seen that before somewhere. ~AirAnn~

I was minding my own business and I saw this on the MSNBC website. I hope it doesnt go away before you see it. MSNBS page Poot, I went back and it was gone. I refreshed and it was back. In case its gone again - I saved it here. edit- forgot the picture ~AirAnn~

Here you go Sister Girl- Worlds Most Dangerous Sports Forbes Magazine & Skydiving isnt one of them. If it helps or not, I guess it depends on if they will listen to Forbes magazine. But it is unknown if your folks will feel any better. I added to that some myths about skydiving for my parental units. I said that a person does not just fall out of the sky going a billion miles an hour like a 10W40 missile. The body position slows everything down. THEN, I said you dont crash straight down either, you land just like an airplane. In addition, parachutes are not like the war movies and round, they are square like, steerable and come in really pretty colors. I told my folks that even if I fell asleep skydiving there is a computer that opens my parachute. And if I forget where I am, there is another computer in my helmet that says- Helllooooo, and screams so loud my ears almost fall off. I continued to basically make shyt up accordingly to my Dads facial expressions. I figured if lying like a mud fish was ever called for -this would be it. Apply major sugar coat. I said "Did you know, (he is a private pilot who does stunts), that Split S's are just like Hook Turns?" My Dads eyes bugged out, then I said -"But, I dont do those." That part is really true. Most Dangerous Sports according to Forbes Magazine. Well, good luck Mel. My mother still says- "You are not still skydiving are you?" I avoid lying and say -Not in a while- To a skydiver 'a while' is like one day. ~AirAnn~

I certainly have been there. When I asked for the first time, I was embarassed. The guy who told me was not. I still get somewhat embarassed when I see it. Folks dont use it a whole lot. Just you guys who jumped rounds. ~AirAnn~

It starts out Starfish Turning in to fetal- shy and sensitive Then side (with ONE arm down)- social and easy-going The descriptions would describe me, over all. It starts out starfish - Flea in armpit of left side. Rocky in the armpit of right side. Ginger between ankles, Skeet on left side of leg, Radar on right side of leg. All of us in a king size bed. Later on, when Skeet goes to his couch beside my bed, I proceed to other positions that I occupy, as far as I know, for the duration of the sleep cycle. ~AirAnn~

I guess we should start a Punch Survivors Club. How about a Punchers Jump? That is pretty much what I wanted to do to my Dr. But she is smaller than I am and would be unfair. ~AirAnn~

Super extra V I B E S from here. ~AirAnn~

Red smoke stains, for sure. If you jump smoke you have got to have a certain bracket. This bracket cures the most problems that smoke causes. Flour is the best damn idea seriously, I did not think of that. I think I may do that just for fun. You can color flour. A person here colored the flour different colors. Then made them up in bags for bombs to be used in a bomb contest. (closest to target wins) I have NO idea how this was done. I have NO idea how it will show up in the sky. I like the idea alot, however. Maybe in this instance is where you should use red. Over the years, I believe red is best color against any background. (for suits that is) Defiantly flour for this jump, is my vote. Yep, flour. ps. Everyone I know here has the same bracket. It has been a real long time since I knew of someone getting this design of bracket. So I dont remember the process. (But I could find out.) ~AirAnn~

You got it ltdiver- Many prayers from here. Try not to worry. Yet, I cant imagine how you are being far away as this unfolds. Family medical history is relevant but does not necessarily define ones medical destiny. Hang in there and post as you feel like it. Its better to just get it out and have us as support because we do care. Believe That. ~AirAnn~

Where is Mr Wrong Mr Right today? Just wanted to wish him Happy Day. ~AirAnn~

Dammit Bytch- I am going to have to kill you now. Here I am Bed & Breakfast, just seconds off I10, very cool extra room, Pool, amusing animals that do tricks, kittens to pet and take back with you as a snack or company. Or, during your stay a choice of 3 vegi-kittens with your steak. Now look... The kitties have to go to Auschwitz, The Green Mile or hopefully not snuffed out at the SPCA and/or not included in a Kitten Pot Pie. ~AirAnn~

Wait, wait.... I just found out you are serioulsy good looking.... One word - MSN messeyinger - ok 2 words... AIRANN@hotmail.com ... I will sit here and wait..... .(and watch StarTrek) ~AirAnn~

Nah, you do not strike me as a fella who does 'stupid'. Its just one of those days. Limp Bizkit, Break Stuff - that is the theme song for the day, my friend. Dude, I see the highly intelligent person you must be. Especially on other posts. You think so deep I had to break out the aqua lungs. Take a trip, get away for a few months. I suggest TEXAS. There is no other place to go that is more fun. .... -Especially, if you are blonde. ABout being blonde -I am treated much better with my helmet on. Then, I am treated like a blackhead. (?) I know a guy who can write books on flyin free over here who would love to sit and talk for hours. That way, a lot of space would be saved on the FF board. He is due in the drive way later this night. Poot. Now, I have to go and clean his damn room. I shoved some laundry in there to hide it from myself. Its about the size of a Volkswagon Bug right now. There is also a canopy in there someplace. ps, I feel your pain, seriously... I got an email from my Dad today. He said "I dont know what you are talking about.... " If I had a nickle for every time I heard that.... I could be jumping everyday. ~AirAnn~

Hellooo, McFly . ...you came to Texas, after the math... That would be ...11 different countries, Sir. You are not in accounting are you? ~Miss and Love you much, kiss the offspring for me. BTW, who in here thought I was over freaking 30 anyway. Nobody answer that. ~AirAnn~

Deuce- You are killing me right now... You sound cute, I will kiss you. My ass is tough as ole cow hide now anyway... Thank God I wasnt in wreck dot. My ass would still be redish maroon and then peel in sheets. Even with a superior tan on my ass, I would still be torched repeatedly. Here, I am only slightly blackend and medium rare. Kinda the way I like my COW. Puppie and kitten sushi is a horse of a different flavor, however. LOL Yeah, Talk - Back, my Mommy said not to. I will forthwith do extensive in depth research on topics before freaking out. ~AirAnn~

All that just makes me tired reading it. How the hell did you know it was a stick figure? ~AirAnn~

I just started using it very recently and its 72. I really like it. Google is my home page. I was getting involved in the pop wars semi frequently. Very annoying. What the hell is a Blog... that orange button deal? I havent pushed it. It may be like the Borg on Star Trek. Oh man, then its over. THa BOrg... Spoken like 'THa BEars' ~AirAnn~

Me either. ~AirAnn~

Well, this I guess is my life story. I hope somebody reads it, please. It has taken forever to write. My point, I think, is to show I am ok with whatever folks do as I am not unfamiliar with most things. It is to each his own about eating dogs or cats, Puppy and Kitten Stew ... I have had time to refect on this. The way it was presented to me on the Great Dane forum, basically it just startled me. Then I suppose I was trying to save my ass and my opinion in here. On that particular day I felt however it was I felt. I am not going back to read it. And I really do appreciate everyones input. You learn that way. Heh, oh well... here goes... My Daddy always says -it is life in the food chain. (thats his name, ok?) I am not unfamiliar with the consumption of unusual meat. 99.99 % of the below material my best friends and kids I grew up with dont know. Then, I was trying to be more girl like, I guess. It would gross the girls out anyway. Again, I hope at least Aggie Dave reads this. The attempted moral is, meat is meat when you are starving. (Someone mentioned the Soccor team that was involved in the high altitude airplane crash. I read the book) My father has served me many meats and I have hunted deer, duck, goose, quail, rabbit, bull frog, iguana, alligator, dove, turkey and more with him. Froggin is fun, alligator is not they are big, the hooks are huge. My favorite is Quail as we work with our dogs. For rabbit hunting we had 13 beagles. For dove & quail, three pointers. Golden Retriever for duck and goose. Now its Brittany Spaniels (3) that he loves. Canada- caribou, bear & moose / Russia - pheasant, these he did on his own while he hunted there. Fly fishing in England & Montana. Prong horn antelope, mule deer, some kind of Ram, I cant remember all the heads we had on our walls. Rugs were Jaquar, bobcat and boar. The Jaguar had spear scars on it and was bagged in British Honduras, before Belize. He had an encounter with some vampire bats in a cave there. He brought back a live snake, but he couldnt get it back into the country, there were problems. At the airport they told him. We want no snake, Mon. (Man) I got this today- for a guy who writes books its short... "We just got off a little trip to Romania, Bulgaria, Serbia, passed by Coratia and hit Chezk Republic. Came in the storm today...tired! Love Dad" No telling what he was chasing over there. I dont even know where those places are. When he goes to Mexico for dove, he takes guns he doesnt plan on bringing back. Our house burned down in 79, my Dad lost 81 guns that he could remember for the Insurance. Our favorites were not in the gun room when it burned. The firefighters could not go in as Daddy bought cases of bullets and shells. Shyt was exploding everywhere. He also reloaded shells and I did that too, but treated it like playing with dolls. We saved over 20 guns. He had bought many up to that time starting as a kid. He isnt the collector type, he used them, he dropped them, he let them slide around in the back of Suburbans and ATV's. The noise was irratating, but that is all. We just felt like they are unloaded and the safety is ON. Just dont put them where they can slide and hit one of the dogs. If one fell in a deep mud hole, Oh well.... we kept going and he picked up another one without batting an eye. It didnt surprise me, but it did some. He said 'Hell, there is an Oshmans or Carters Country around here someplace.' Everytime I smell gun oil or WD40, memories just flood in. You should try walking in your Dads waders... its real fun when they fill up with water. Daddy always gave the leaky ones to his friends, he found it funny. The stuff in the flask helped. Yet NO big drinking on hunts. Guns; stricktly enforced was, is your safety on, always point your gun straight down, never shoot unless you know where every single one is on your hunt. Never shoot unless you know beyond all that it is something you are looking for and not Uncle Earl with his hearing aid and arthritis. While hunting with Uncle Beavis, be prepared to hit the deck, and dont get mud in the barrel. My Dad has written a book on the above hunting escapades, fishing trips and his antics flying his aerobatic plane. I flew with him sitting on jackets, so I could see out. Later he taught me to fly, but not to land. (same problem I have now) As a voluteer firefighter, Ducks Unlimited Central Flyway Pres. and Major sponsor he had more ammunition for his book. I was a Greenwing, the rank you get when you are too young to practice real conservation with the big people and be in the real Ducks Unlimited. Presently, Daddy is a National Trustee Emeritus. Whatever that is with DU. Some writings about my hunting trips with him are in the book, of course its funny. Airplanes, Alligators and Hi-Fin Blues, (a type of catfish). JR Bob Jamison, Tall Tale Publishers. $18.95, if you want an autographed copy let me know. After my 1st deer at age 11, I went thru the initiation with the blood on my forehead, the whole nine yards, campfire and all. And yes, I was expected to clean it and I did. I had help breaking the pelvis so I would not break the urine sack while field dressing it. I had some help getting up to the lungs and yanking it out. Later back at band camp, hanging the deer up, I had to hold it as best I could, then if needed I got help. That deer and the ones after, same drill, clean, skin, quarter. One tear accidently fell out, while my Dad snapped pictures of me, my 6mm and the first deer. As a kid, I was expected to be tough as hell and I was. I was not allowed to whine or step on a stick. The snap would scare away what ever. I couldnt move in a blind, no bathroom drill, except for emergency. These things or I couldnt go with him. I was not allowed to see the movie Bambi by Walt Disney. Daddy said the hunter was portrayed wrong. I was expected to do better than the sons of his friends and I did, no matter what their ages were, always, always way older than me at 70 lbs. While hunting I was not allowed to use more than one shot. If it was not clean, dont make it, period. White toilet paper in my pocket if it was not clean, (the shot that is) and I had to locate the deer follow the blood, all night, all day, all week however long it took. Dont come back without it. Other wise its a wasted animal. It never happened to me but it did to my Mother, at night. It was hard to find and one more shot to fix. She was exempt from looking for it. Three shots never ever that means emergency, and everyone comes on the hunt. Two shots you better have 2 things. You stay in your blind until someone picks you up or you get the signal. If I killed anything I was expected to clean it and eat it. To force this point home, I used to shoot lizards with a pelet gun for practice. Daddy said, Hey you know better. While he was at work I kept doing it. As we had catfish one nite, he fried a lizard up. There was no talking, I knew what that was about. They are crunchy. Instead of practicing with lizards, I was to shoot a stick in a creek at the water line, and shoot playing cards stuck in the bark of a pine tree. I was on the Rifelry team at college. I was however never good with hand guns at a distance. At age 12 recieved NRA Marksman, Marksman First Class, and Pro Marksman metals and some Archery stuff the same year. I was my Dad's ringer at private Skeet shoots. I would play in mud puddles while they shot skeet. During nice cold beers (its 5:00 somewhere he said) my Dad would bet the other men that his daughter could out shoot their sons with an over and under Stevens 410 that was (legal) sawed off for walking thru brush, no choke. (nickle plated and I still have it) I beat them, yet somehow it bored me. My Dad could shoot skeet with a 22 rifle. We shot skeet at home all the time. The bets were never cashed in even tho we won, he said it wasnt fair, it was just for laughs. During Christmas time, we shot Chrismas trees as a family tradition toasting with Irish Whiskey. Yep, we shot out the tops of regular old pine trees. One tree one shot, and you got the first toast. Yummy, even for a tot like I was. For sappy pine trees it often took 2-3 shots at that height. No problem, its Christmas. We also got misteltoe that way. My Dads house is in the middle of the estate of 1100 acres. Lots of pines, lots of wildlife. I was taught you can not take away and not put back. So we have always taken care of the enviroment and as much we can & things that live in it. We never ever go over our limit and we never ever hunt without a license or out of season. The cost of hunting license is a good cause. Read the back of it. Poachers are our worst enemy. ATV people who tear up our land and the animals enviroment are next. Fences are cut and its bad, the wildlife will leave and go into highways and worse, shot and left there. Currently, he protects Rosette Spoonbills, relocates alligators and many other things. Again as a kid we raised injured animals, red tailed hawlk, 3 barn owls, 2 monkeys saved from some experiments given to him, an abused Scarlet Macaw, an orphand Brahman bull, 2 bobcats and an eight foot long alligator somebody ran over a little .. thats all I can remember. When they were squared away, they went back into the wild or wherever they were supposed to be. We set traps as well as undid other traps. Setting a trap is hard. You can not leave any scent and you have to go backwards on your steps. When I was a kid it was legal to set a trap with a loaded explosive containing aresenic. (1961 was a good year, ok?) You could get the Game Wardens permission. I can not remember what else was involved. But this practice was abused and some ranchers did it a lot. Undoing those traps is like disarming a land mine, very dangerous. Daddy made me wear seriously heavy boots and stand very far away. I never stepped on an aresnic trap as I had to watch for animals in the sky and land at the same time not stepping on sticks on the ground. It gets to be habit. This deadly charge was included in a hunk of meat that went off in the animals (wolf) mouth. We took pictures of the dead, as they were in limited numbers already for our friend the Game warden, no really he was a friend. Other traps were leg traps, sometimes the only thing left was the paw. Yet we could not get them all. The wolf is now gone from this area of Texas. I was also good at tracking. Sometimes you can hear a come back of the coyote at night. So as you can see, I reckon a couple of dogs aint too big of a deal. Especially when you see so many at the SPCA getting snuffed out for stupid reasons. These that get snuffed out do not get to sustain anyones life. This is what I have learned from my life and from all of you who have traveled and know more than I do about other countries and traditions. I kinda feel like I have a huge understanding now. ~AirAnn~

My first time in here - - Beer. Does anyone know how to turn a GIF upside down? Can it happen in Adobe Image Ready, a Graphic Converter, or what? This GIF was not made by me, so can it be done? Thank you. ~AirAnn~