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Just curious ... why sell NOW? ... with all that is happening? smee2

Okay ... I Give Up ... Is there suddenly some trick to getting the news here on the forum? For the last week or so, every time I come to check "Whats New" I get told there is nothing new ... no new postings. HUH? Can't be !!! The members here wouldn't be quiet and hour let alone a day or a week. And I didn't get any email from Adam that the RV came and gone. So ... what is wrong? Did I goof somewhere? Did I stay away too long? Sorry for that but I seem to be a semi permanent resident in the local hospital these days and they do not take kindly to having patients drag a great big tower computer into a hospital room. I am currently, in anticipation of the next visit, putting all my files from this monstrous machine onto my brand new virginal hp notebook and it will be living by the front door so the next time the ambulance attendants wheel me out they can grab the computer as we go just as they would grab the hospital bag that is usually maternity patient on her way when the time comes. Thank goodness that is not the case here. But even loggin in and out does not get me to the forum new postings. So, if anyone can suggest what to do next I would appreciate it. Actually I keep hoping things will move fast enough I won't need to have the forum but hey, I have been hoping for that bluebird of paradise for far too long to even believe it will happen in my lifetime any longer. I suspect if this ever happens it will be my great nieces and nephews who will be reaping the rewards. Well, they are good kids and I guess they enjoy. ; ) smee2

Huh??? Man I cannot believe this is a serious concern for anyone, least of all native Americans. To start with, I am not an American, not a sports fan particularly, not political much, and hardly believe that any part of this old world, let alone the supposedly, perhaps formerly, mightiest country on the globe would waste time, energy and resources even thinking about this kind of issue. Red Skins? Green Bay Packers The Browns White Caps (Canada - Soccer, eh?) The Blues (both Jays and Bombers) And what if we have to change team names? What next? Did you know that this B.S. already started decades ago when they had to change the red crayon in the Crayola box? Yup! It used to be Indian Red. T'aint so no mo' Jethro. Maybe metalurgists will be up in arms next and the Silverado will have to go hunting for a new name tag. Or maybe the manufacturers of tableware will get all out of joint and we will have to refer to false teeth as dentures instead of plates and extra terrestrial flying junk as UFOs instead of saucers. I mean we all have our own little quirks about nomenclature, right? Heaven help anyone who inadvertently uses a word that happens to fall over into the realm of another usage altogether and gets some other super picky person out there wanting to take a kick at the can, eh? I think we were all far better off when a complete usable vocabulary was about seven hundred words and only needed to go up to about nine hundred in cases where the subject that vocabulary had to serve was something so highly specialized that it took several years of intense higher study to even understand the basics sufficiently to make a stab at discussing it. I also wish that the entire population had read that super short story that was written many years ago by ... ah ... I think it was Azimov but I may be wrong. It was a short tale of messages coming to the population of earth, from the race that seeded the planet eons ago. They were returning to correct a major mistake they made when they seeded the planet on their first visit. They apologized for all the inconvenience and strife and horrible things that one part of the population had visited upon the other part of the population when we were all meant to be the same. Sadly we were left not the same but different in one way, in appearance. And they were coming back to correct that difference. And when that correction was made, then we could continue on living our lives as fully as they were meant to be lived. Yup, they would be arriviing shortly, and their work would take very little time and when they left, voila, the entire po;ulation of the planet known as Earth would be the same ... as it was always meant to be ... black. Think about it. smee2

Yup ... every year, year after year after year after year ... and if you don't want it to drive you absolutely nuts, best you take a break for ... oh ... say about a decade or so. Better yet, just forget it all and wait for an email from Adam announcing the final RV.

Okie ... hahahahahaha In the "Believe It Or Not" category, there is, really and truly, cross my heart, an on line site where Okie is resident, is bowed down to (which must tickle him pink), where he is considered a great source of absolutely accurate, and up to date, and "God verified" information on all things Iraqi and Dinar and Oil Field ... are you stunned yet? I was. To find this site and realize that so many people I had thought of as rational, and reasonable, and able to distinguish between the real deal and a fraud, actually lived on this site and thought Okie was the be all and end all of the IQD race to the RV. Absolutely amazing what some people will swallow ... I guess they want so badly to believe, that they will follow the person who tells them what they want to hear and stop using their own brains to determine what is and what is not. smee2

OOPS ... IF YOU FOUND YOUR WAY HERE, YOU MUST BE REALLY CURIOUS ... I DIDN'T GET TO PUT IN THE HEADER BEFORE MY COMPUTER DID A LITTLE NUMBER ON ME ... IT IS ALIVE AND REALLY TRYING TO DRIVE ME TO THE NUT HOUSE ... HEADER SHOULD HAVE BEEN ... 'TIS THE SEASON ... BBQ RULES. IF ANY MOD CAN REPOST WITH THAT HEADER, I WOULD BE GRATEFUL ... MORE PEOPLE WOULD GET TO SEE THIS IF THEY KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT ... I THINK SMEE2 We are about to enter the BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoorcooking activity . When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion: Routine... (1) The woman buys the food. (2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert. (3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand. (4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman. Here comes the important part: (5) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL. More routine... (6) The woman goes inside to organise the plates and cutlery. (7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat Important again: (8) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN. More routine... (9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table. (10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes. And most important of all: (11) Everyone PRAISES the MANand THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts. (12) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ' her night off ', and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.

THE SENSITIVITY OF SENIORS. This letter was sent to the Lions Bay School Principal's office in West Vancouver after the school had sponsored a luncheon for seniors. An elderly lady received a new radio at the lunch as a door raffle prize and was writing to say thank you. This story is a credit to all humankind. Forward this to anyone you know who might need a lift today... Dear Lions Bay School , God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent Senior Citizens luncheon. I am 87 years old and live at the West Vancouver Home for the Aged. All of my family has passed away so I am all alone. I want to thank you for the kindness you have shown to a forgotten old lady.. My roommate is 95 and has always had her own radio; but, she would never let me listen to it. She said it belonged to her long dead husband, and understandably, wanted to keep it safe. The other day her radio fell off the nightstand and broke into a dozen pieces. It was awful and she was in tears. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I was overjoyed that I could tell her to f**k off. Thank you for that wonderful opportunity. God bless you all. Sincerely, Edna ************ Definitely Not Politically Correct Went out last night and got really wasted. I woke up in the middle of the night next to some chick who was snoring and farting, so I knew I made it home OK. The wife's back on the warpath again. She was up for making a sex movie last night, and all I did was suggest we should hold auditions for her part. I've accidentally swallowed some Scrabble tiles. My next dump could spell disaster. My sister-in-law sat on my glasses and broke them. It was my own fault. I should have taken them off. I spent a couple of hours defrosting the fridge last night, or "foreplay" as she likes to call it. I woke up this morning at 8, and could smell something was wrong. I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing! I panicked. I didn't know what to do. Then I remembered McDonald's serves breakfast until 11:30 A.M.. The other night, my wife asked me how many women I'd slept with. I told her, "Only you. All the others kept me awake all night!" My missus packed my bags, and as I walked out the front door, she screamed, "I wish you a slow and painful death, you bastard!" "Oh," I replied, "so now you want me to stay!" A Catholic boy in confession says, Bless me Father, I have sinned, I masturbated while thinking about my sister. That's a disgrace, said the priest, especially when you have two gorgeous brothers. I've just installed strobe lights in the bedroom. It makes the wife look like she's moving during sex. ************* ‘COCKPIT DUTIES’ Many years ago on a long R.A.A.F C-130 flight; I asked if I could visit the cockpit. When I got up there, I found four crewmen. I asked the first what he did, and he explained: That he was the navigator and what his responsibilities were. I turned to next one and asked what he did. He explained that he was the engineer and his job was to monitor and troubleshoot any system problems; To keep the flight operating smoothly. I turned to the next one and asked what he did. He explained that as the captain he was responsible for everything on the airplane and the functioning of the crew. I then turned to the first officer and asked "Well young man, what is your job?" He replied " Sir, I am the captain's sexual advisor." Somewhat shocked, I said "I beg your pardon, what do you mean by that?" "Very simple sir.” "The captain has told me that when he wants my f***ing advice, he'll ask me." ************* Will I Live to see 100? I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, she said I was doing fairly well for my age. (I am past Eighty Five). A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking her, 'Do you think I'll live to be 100?' She asked, 'Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer, wine or hard liquor?' 'Oh no,' I replied. 'I'm not doing drugs, either!' Then she asked, 'Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?' 'I said, 'Not much... My former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!' 'Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, boating, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?' 'No, I don't,' I said. She asked, 'Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?' 'No,' I said... She looked at me and said, 'Then, why do you even give a sh**?'

LAWRENCE PETER BERRA - Yogi Berra - great quotes.... Hope you enjoy these too. These are timeless. An American original! Yogi Berra Lawrence Peter Berra played Major League Baseball for 19 years for the New York Yankees. He played on 10 World Series Championship teams, is a Major League Baseball (MLB) Hall of Famer and has some awe-inspiring stats. His name is consistently brought up as one of the best catchers in baseball history, and he was voted to the Team of the Century in 1999. Amazing accomplishments aside, they probably aren't how you know Lawrence . You know him as Yogi, a nickname given to him by a friend who likened his cross-legged sitting to a yogi. Yogi is famous for his fractured English, malapropisms and sometimes nonsensical quotes. He's closing in on 86, and there seems to be no end to his fans love for him. Here are 25 Yogi Berra quotes that will make you shake your head and smile. 1. "It's like deja vu all over again." 2. "We made too many wrong mistakes." 3. "You can observe a lot just by watching." 4. "A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore." 5. "He hits from both sides of the plate. He's amphibious." 6. "If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be." 7. "If you don't know where you're going, you might end up some place else." 8. Responding to a question about remarks attributed to him that he did not think were his: "I really didn't say everything I said." 9. "The future ain't what it use to be." 10. "I think Little League is wonderful. It keeps the kids out of the house." 11. On why he no longer went to Ruggeri's, a St. Louis restaurant: "Nobody goes there anymore because it's too crowded." 12. "I always thought that record would stand until it was broken." 13. "We have deep depth." 14. "All pitchers are liars or crybabies." 15. When giving directions to Joe Garagiola to his New Jersey home, which is accessible by two routes: "When you come to a fork in the road, take it." 16. "Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours." 17. "Never answer anonymous letters." 18. On being the guest of honour at an awards banquet: "Thank you for making this day necessary." 19. "The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase." 20. "Half the lies they tell about me aren't true." 21. As a general comment on baseball: "90% of the game is half mental." 22. "I don't know (if they were men or women running naked across the field), they had bags over their heads." 23. "It gets late early out there." 24. Carmen Berra, Yogi's wife asked: "Yogi, you are from St. Louis, we live in New Jersey, and you played ball in New York. If you go before I do, where would you like me to have you buried?" Yogi's answer: "Surprise me." 25. "It ain't over till it's over.....

The last time I went into my bank and got rather suspicious looks from the tellers, it turned out that when I had last pulled up my slacks, I had not taken the time to properly tuck in my underwear and shirt. I was doing some free advertising for Fruit of the Loom. Then there was the time many years ago when I was still wearing skirts that I walked into the head office of a major Canadian Bank in a major Canadian city, not realizing until I passed a full length mirrored wall and seeing myself, that I was dragging my undies on the ground behind me and they were holding on to my ankles like they didn't want to be left behind. But I'll save that for another day, smee2

Note, Just so you'll know ... The Newfie, to Canadians, is a resident of the Maritimes, our eastcoast fishery, always struggling to make a living on the water with all the cuts in species limits, closing of processing plants which usually closes the entire village, and generally a rough sort of life. In their speech, and their sometimes fishy perfume, they sometimes resemble the men of the United States east coast fisheries, if you know what I mean. And in attitudes and in their level of sophistication they might rank up there with the people who live in the shadow of the legend of the Hatfields and the McCoys. They are blue collar but have the red neck to qualify and certainly do qualify there. So, that is the kind of person you are going to encounter in this short story ... which made me laugh though it is borderline when it comes to whether I will share or not. This time I decided to share. Hope I didn't offend anyone. smee2 HOWLER OF THE DAY As good as this bar is," said the Albertan, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Brooks, there's a wee place called The Brooks Hotel. The owner goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he'll buy the fifth drink." "Well," said the Nova Scotian, "At my local in Halifax, the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two." "Ahhh, dat's nothin'," said the Newfounlander, "back home at my favourite pub, the moment you set foot in the place, they'll buy you a drink of Rum, then another, all the drinks you like. Then, when you've had enough drinks, they'll take you upstairs and see dat you gets laid, all on the house!" The Alberta and Nova Scotian were suspicious of these claims. The Newfie swore every word was true, but they asked, "Did this actually happen to you?" "Not meself, personally, no," admitted the Newfie, "but it did happen to me sister quite a few times. "

Wow ... .No discrimination here, nope! Lots of acceptance of others ... yup! Just the way we were taught from ... oh ... about Sunday school, right? Well, I have a spot of discrimination of my own ... don't we all? But mine is this ... I find I am disgusted by people who voice this kind of "opinion" ... filled with hate and discrimination ... people like you, sir, or madam if that is the case. Oh, I agree totally that you have the freedom of speech, as well as the freedom to live where you want, that decision based on low taxes, or better state economics ... or maybe even the type of people you do NOT choose to live near ... and you make that choice pretty clear ... by spewing hatred. So, you just go ahead and stay out of California, for all the reasons you quote, including not wanting to breath that filthy air that must have passed through the lungs of some "***/LEZ Holley-woodies" who, by the way, DO PAY their taxes, and since many of them work at very high paying jobs, they pay more in taxes most likely than you do. I rarely go OFF like this but your response to this post really jerks my chain. How dare you!?!? How dare you put down a whole group of people and accuse them of being the cause of a problem that is in no way the result of their lifestyle? How dare you? I would suggest you do a little research and find out what you are talking about before you go and spout your particular brand of hatred. But someone as close minded, as motivated by hate and fear, as you seem to be, just cannot be educated. You seem, at least those of your particular bent whom I have met, to be totally uneducatable. And yes, I have gone and made a class distinction here but not to spew hatred, just to state the obvious ... as seen over several generations of narrow minded individuals. Such as you. By the way, I am not a Californian, nor an American, and I am neither G A Y nor L e s b i a n . I agree that being such means I have really no say in matters strictly Californian or American. But I do have a say in the matter of people such as yourself who believe that a lifestyle determines that some people do not have, as you say "normal human needs". Why do I jump on this particular band wagon? Because your response is so discriminatory that it makes me sick. I am not defending any particular life style here. I am defending ALL lifestyles, even yours. We all have rights. And insinuating that people of a different sexual orientation than you, are not "normal humans" is really disgusting. You have some hate issues to deal with. I doubt you will do that though, and that makes me sad, for you. smee2

I tried to edit my original post here to add information ... by hitting the quote button and then replying to it. After twenty minutes of experimentation and explaining what it would and would not do ... it told me, when I went to post it, You do not have permission to edit this topic Read more: http://dinarvets.com/forums/index.php?/topic/146481-permission-to-edit-denied/#ixzz2Qs4Rf4OG Now I have not gone back to the http line to see what I might get, and it might be my expanded post, but if not ... don't worry about it. The program is not perfect. I don't expect it in me, or you, or the people who make the computer programs, so why would I espect the program to be perfect? Go, leave the computer alone, take some time to spend with the kids, or surprise the wife with time for her, or time for you ... go walk the dog, or sit out on the back deck and count the stars ... or whatever. You spend altogether too much time here keeping us all in line and on line ... we can buy almost anything, and everything but time. The RV won't give you this time back. There is a little button on the computer tower that says "off" ... you might consider using it. smee2

Markinsa, thanks for the post .. I did not see the number you mentioned but I did collect information about the post ... Prayer Request divemaster5734 my posted response smee2 post #22 ... it had an edit button when I posted, but not now. thanks for any clarification you can give .... smee2 .

I put my mouse over the "edit" icon as I usually do, right after I had posted my post ... it seems I see my mistakes right after I hit the post button ... and it goes out with some typo ... aggravating. Anyway, there was no elapse of time, just the message box denying me access to edit. Maybe it is a matter of waiting a little longer? Iv'll go and try it again ... hadn't thought that timing might have something to do with it. smee2

Can you say bee ess? Maybe her information from the middle east has come in the form of some of that really great Afghanistan, Iran, and Iraq hashish. Over the years I have had a few friends who are "in the know" who have actually had to admit that the middle east can sometimes produce better weed than we do here in British Columbia ... and BC is known to be a great destination spot ... for pot ... just so you will be "in the know" hahahahahahaha smee2