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man that is gross. I can only watch until his eyeballs start imitating a Bolo Bouncer. You kids do know what a Bolo Bouncer is right?

.....Please pray tell for those of us who were not around to witness the next step in toy evolution from the cup and ball. :D

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I almost bought a laptop. Do those thing really roast nuts.

On a cool spring day, it can warm your thighs nicely, but no "cooking". Of course, if you put the laptop on a table, you'll never know. But your arms are of normal length, Mr. Earl, or do you type with your elbows bowed out?

Go ahead and get one, Mr. Earl. I saw one advertised today for $299.00 (laptop not netbook). That way, you don't have to be "tethered" all of the time.

Enjoy!

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Just read a post by Sid called "slip slidin away". Turned out not to be exactly what I thought the title suggested. But the title did remind me that Life for us all is slip slidin away.

as in "LIFE IS LIKE A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER, THE CLOSER TO THE END YOU GET THE FASTER IT FRIKIN GOES"

Here's a little story that evolved back when Ham radios were more popular and guys spent there Saturday morning's on the ham, much as we spend our here in front of a 'puter screen.

1,000 Marbles

A Little Something about Precious Time

"The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles".

I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."

He continued, "Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities." And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."

"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years." "Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.

Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."

"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy."

"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round-up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."

"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."

"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."

"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band.

73 Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!" You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."

"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles.

And somethin from MrEarl

"Life is like a roller coaster ride, it has it's up and downs, is scary as hell but fun at the same time. There's one big difference though!!! In life there's no gettin back in line, no matter how many quarters you got. I'm gonna enjoy my roller coaster ride all the way to the end!!! And then they're gonna have to drag me outa the sumbitch when I get to the end."

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In college, my roommate, who probably weighed 300 pounds, was a fan of SPANG, which was Spam and Tang instant breakfast drink in a blender. He claimed a pleasant meaty, citrusy flavor.

I, of course, abstained.

/shudder

I wonder how a person even comes up with an idea like that. I can see the person who thought of mixing orange juice and say vodka, but Tang and Spam...where is a barfing smiley when I need one?

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I wonder how a person even comes up with an idea like that. I can see the person who thought of mixing orange juice and say vodka, but Tang and Spam...where is a barfing smiley when I need one?

I know we have had a lot of upgrades on this forum, but the Smiley's have not been one of them. Seems we have less than ever. :( Should we start a protest to bring back better smileys??? :cool:... We want Smileys, We want smileys. Bring back better smileys!.... :) Dandy Dave!

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Too late.

There ARE better "fountain of youth" formulas, Mr. Earl! Even if they might just last a few hours at a time. Never did understand the two bathtubs on the lawn, overlooking the lake, though . . .

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There ARE better "fountain of youth" formulas, Mr. Earl! Even if they might just last a few hours at a time. Never did understand the two bathtubs on the lawn, overlooking the lake, though . . .

Here's what I use my outside bathtub for. with sometimes "similar' results

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Man this is scary, Donna told me she would like to have two claw foot tubs in the back yard. I don't know why though.

Not sure what that has to do with Spam, but I but there are a couple of you that could tell me.

May want to use PM function :o

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Man this is scary, Donna told me she would like to have two claw foot tubs in the back yard. I don't know why though.

Not sure what that has to do with Spam, but I but there are a couple of you that could tell me.

May want to use PM function :o

In my webtv.net email accounts, I get LOTS of "spam" wanting to sell me pills that I don't need. Many are "blue ones". You recall the television commercials with the two tubs now?

Cherriooo, SPAM!

NTX5467

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Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam.... My Cyberspace Mail Inbox is always full of Spam. If I could only can it and sell it, or add cheese and make Pie and sell that, the world would be just a little fatter. ;)

In the old days we use to stroll down to the mail box and call it," Junk Mail" and fill our trash can with it. Or burn it in a burning barrel which is now unlawful in NY State. Now I spend time everyday deleting Spam from my Cyberspace mailbox and wonder if It was easier in the old days to just toss it. Time that could be better spent somewhere else like restoring one of our wonderful old automobiles. :cool: Dandy Dave!

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Last year, there was an interview of the current USPS Postmaster on NPR (probably Diane Rehm's show). One lady called in and commented about the large amount of "junk mail" she receives and wanted to know if the Postmaster had any tips to control it. She just didn't realize WHO she was asking that question of! His reply was something like "Actually, we make money on delivering "junk mail". For an organization which has historically operated at or below "break even", they need any revenue they can get . . . even from delivering junk mail at "bulk rates".

Ahhhhh, the SPAM of it all!! Blue pills (and other related items--yikes!!). Requests to transfer foreign funds for deposed relatives of former royalty. Purchase orders for car parts with flaky applications. Where's that "do not send" list???

How 'bout some grilled SPAM with Cattleman's Steak Sauce on it?? SPAM casserole??

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I noticed Thursday evening when I went grocery shopping that I couldn't pass by the canned meat without a smile coming to my face...I don't ever think that aisle will be the same to me.

Same here, but amazing when the sale is on and shelf is empty!!!

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