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http://www.sportsline.com/nfl/story/9028993 Something about this really got my attention...

Husky.. I am wondering if he asked you to drop the weight? he married you when you were 80 pounds heavier than you are now... That tells me he did not mind, and perhaps prefers a big gal. Now you have gone and changed, I am sure for all the right reasons, but maybe what you have turned your body into is not what he likes...

A NEW OWNER!

All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun

Spatula 1. A small implement having a broad, flat, flexible blade that is used to mix, spread, or lift material. 2. A device, such as a small wooden paddle, used to press down the tongue during an examination of the mouth or throat. Fish Splice n : a food turner with a broad slitted blade used for turning or serving fish or other food that is cooked in a frying pan

I see it. Ninja Turtle "feel" to it.. not so much an actual Ninja but a ninja feeling.

0/0/0 another weekend in the northeast shutout by rain.

Man I miss it there… left 2 years ago for work in New York but that will be home for a long time in my heart… Get a convertible and cruise the Columbia River Gorge. Stop off at Bridal Falls and walk up to the top. I will be damned if I can remember the name of the one lane bridge that crosses the river, but grab that and cruise back on the Washington side… it is a beautiful drive with many places to stop, hike, hang out… Downtown night life ROCKS.

Finally, a movie with some skydiving scenes that actually depict skydiving... this movie had it all. By far the best skydiving movie of all time, and the action, the dead presidents, the fights, the BOOBIES... /a little tear/ it should have won many many awards...

Jack and coke.

While it does not follow your desire to stick with the "S"... I think Klaus Meine is the perfect name for a Scorpion. Perhaps.. Klaus, their famous singing distant cousin from Germany.

This is my first weekend working in a long time... I do not like this at all. The sky is so blue, so clear...

Sorry Kel.. When I made it I had the best of intentions... clearly it has gotten out of hand.

"Sunshower" by Chris Cornell. It is on the soundtrack to the movie Great Expectations. You will not be disappointed.

Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix: The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, so sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca and Gary. THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question. (second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. (Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully. (Gary ) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie. (Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent. (Gary) Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!" (Rebecca) Asshole. (Gary) Bitch (Rebecca) F__K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL! (Gary) Go drink some tea - whore. (TEACHER) A+ - I really liked this one.

Seems like a good way of using all available space.

HA!! Excellent!

Thanks for the warning...

I assume that since I am investing in your idea that I am now part owner as well?? Can/will you go public with this? I would prefer to keep it private and allow us individual investors to roll our profit back into the company and have it grow... of course, as we are all now the DZO.. the jump tickets must be free for us, right?? I am diggin this more and more

we write it as we say it.. December 12th, 2005 is 12/12/05.. so why do you do it the other way?

Gilligan dying gets more press than your personal hygiene?? That just aint right.

OK.. you want to make the first load of the day, we all do. It is great jumping in before everyone else and pulling all those points on a fresh day 4 way.. but please, it is a long ride with you between my legs, how about a little right guard sport... a little scope swooshed around the mouth is Ok also, even if you seem to have lost your toothbrush again. I know it is hard getting in the shower after sleeping in the tent.. but DAMN, you kinda smell really FUNKY. Think about that please, it would really help. Thanks.

Yea Grue... your dad is nuts.

ME TOO!! but OK. Red Cross here it comes!

Well said billvon. It seems the only 10% that are newsworthy are the 10% that are killing, maiming and looting. Of course one must question the brain of someone taking a television out of a store while talking to the news person with the news camera on them...