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I think they offended him... http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=1333455#1333455 "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

New child's name might be "Stupid Question" "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Yes but for those of us far, far away dancing in the hanger migt as well be not dancing at all "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

You're just teasing us now! "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

One of the smart things is to remember that there are always more skydives to be had. As such there is no need to rush, no need to push beyond limits you know in your heart you have. Listen to those around you, the old guys and the young ones too. The ones with more jumps than you and the ones with less. There's lots to learn and lots of time to learn it. Skydiving is a journey. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

In short, I voted no because my beliefs are in line with Jeffery's. There are evil people in the world who do evil things but evil as a force/entity does not exist. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Okay... we're waiting... "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Wow! I wish I had the motivation to go to the gym! "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Nope, not a problem. Pretty standard male behaviour. Seems okay to me. you wouldn't want me typing with long nails. The clicking noises would drive you crazy! "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Last time I played, one of the players on my team had a great curling broom. She un-screwed the end of the handle and there was scotch inside! Delicious! of course standing out in the open ice tipping a broom up to your mouth may look funny, but this is CANADA! "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Yep... you are absolutely correct. I am always amazed that I have to explain this to some people. The easiest way I found so far is to point out that laws against murder, theft, adultery and drunk driving don't stop those activities either! "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

We get them from the states! "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

check this out... http://www.dropzone.com/content/Detailed/519.html "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Miners should ge be good at digging tunnels "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

You're right! I found a reference indicating that this changed in August 2003. I guess I haven't updated my passport in a while "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night (and sometimes later), she always complained about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. And he tried to plow a lot. One day when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began annoying him. Complain, nag, nag ... it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet and caught her smack in the back of the head; killed her dead on the spot! At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a female mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a male mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it. So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men. The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement." "And what about the men?" the minister asked. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale." "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

From the Canadian governement... No smiling Candians allowed either! http://www.ppt.gc.ca/passports/get_photo_specs_e.asp "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

There is a thread beginning in incidents http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=1363272#1363272 "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Old song from 1972 by Ken Tobias "Dream Number 2" click for sample http://www.kentobias.ca/DreamNo2.mp3 I drew a picture of a pair of wings because I want to fly My mother asked me to explain I said that I would try But I had a dream the other night about flying and the man who was teaching me was crying he said that fewer people were trying and the art of really flying was dying La la la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la She said it was the strangest thing that she had ever heard A man can only be a man he cannot be a bird That's not really true I tried to tell her If you search for love you soon will find an answer You gotta think so high you're floating like a feather But you have to learn to leave your head Just take the wings & fly away up into the wind Above the trees you glide with ease rounding back again Father can't you hear me, won't you take my hand, yeah Dying's a part of living, but I know you'll understand Bt all he did was walk away and leave me I saw in his eyes he said it cannot be He (unintelligible) a world of fantasy how can I tell him this is my reality Just take the wings & fly away up into the wind Above the trees you glide with ease rounding back again La la la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la I drew a picture of a pair of wings because I want to fly La la la la la la la "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Just be sure to not make it too tight. The first time I cooked my helmet I made it a little too tight. It was not really uncomfortable but it did impact the accuracy of my audible. Re-cooked the hat and loosened it up a bit. More comfortable and my audible is bang on every time. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

"Le fromage sans vin est comme une femme sans seins" "Cheese without wine is like a woman without breasts" Just like others... I figured that perhaps a little wine would go well with her cheese!

Native Americans might have intersting thoughts on this question. Seems to me this has been done locally. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

"Le fromage sans vin est comme une femme sans seins" Just little phrase that I learned in my youth living in France. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

The Ulitmate.... (drum roll please) Steak (medium rare) and Garden Salad (Italian Dressing) My favorte meal. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy

Cool I never owned any of Eddie's gear but knew many that did. Had him change out my Capwells for R3s and change the pack opening bands from hooks to dome-snaps on my first rig back in 1976. Those R3s worked like a charm the day I needed them. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" Dorothy