The Womper Woom, Womp it again Sam.
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You know, I really am. Think I've over the hump now and am actually looking forward to work tomorrow and not having a "foggy" head. Thanks for asking!!
Well, laundry calls and refilling tanks as well. Love you wompers!
Double of the Goblin mini as long as you do a 2mm diameter coil, unlike in that pic...little less cotton, it was much better then but nothing like say the Boreas or the Supreme, maybe the Merlin would suit you better but I don't own one.
And now I have my "veteran" tag for being here a year.It actually HAS been exactly 52 weeks today, even though the DATE was the 6th. It was Sunday, a year ago today, when I smoked my last cigarette.
that's the price one of the porchers had quoted too but they musta gone up unless I'm not lookin at the right thing, or he was using a different gauge. 7.76/100ft
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that was sweet of ya to hunt it up. Wasn't coming up even in searches.
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RIPoh yay!!! Get totally better before the reunion and don't relapse when you're there!
He wouldn't leave atcha alone! Someone new that loved animals and had never had the pleasure of loving on him (to his way of thinkin).......so he gave her ample opportunity!! ie: took full advantage of it
Mowin' Mowin' Mowin'
Keep that TroyBilt mowin'
Raw buns!!!
...and I'm not really here now either because we go out for evening chores in a couple minutes....
Cute! Lannie said you were doin that yesterday too. We're gonna need an industrial one for our yard if they don't call the guy. Sure don't envy all you have to mow. Is that TB a lawn tractor or actual tractor?
Thanks, Robin!
He wouldn't leave atcha alone! Someone new that loved animals and had never had the pleasure of loving on him (to his way of thinkin).......so he gave her ample opportunity!! ie: took full advantage of it
We used to have a HUGE red Dobie named Shogie, and he was that way. Any new person he met, he'd manage to somehow get his head or his chin under (or over) their hand, so they could pet and scratch him. When someone meets a strange 120 pound Doberman, I can tell you, their first thought is NOT petting and scratching them!
Poor Shogie, he never understood... He was a VERY sweet dog, and I wish he was still with us. He died when he was 11, of a (we think) sudden heart attack. He went out to potty one afternoon, and just fell over.Boy, I'm just a bundle o' joy today, aren't I?
I can't help it, there have been so many that we loved, and they all left us too soon.I'd surely love to cuddle your little guy, though. Fer a little terrierist, he's pretty cute.
It's a 42" riding mower that must mow a total of about 5 acres (over several days), some of the grass/weeds being over a foot deep. Doing the east ditch, however, requires a contortionist because I have to sit off the side at a rather steep angle because the slope of the ditch is about 35 degrees (the destruction manual says NEVER to mow at that angle or you'll tip over and die). Of course, they do not know how far the oldt phart can sit off-center. You should see me mow under the Caragana trees... upper body laying totally out flat so the branches scrape the top of the mower instead of me. This is why I have my own country-western song for mowing.
EDIT: P.S. ...and all the above was done with my left arm in a sling (shoulder injury). Good thing that little TroyBilt is easy to force around...
Yeah, but if you don't get "bushwhacked" at least once while you're out mowing, it's not been a very exciting day, now, has it?
(Just don't get bushwhacked in the EYE again, please!)
That's how my Great Dane Hershey died. She went out to lay and sunbathe, and just died. I completely freaked out because she wouldn't get up or move. And then I realized she was gone.
Guess I should explain that one... couple two or three years back, after a big storm that broke a lot of branches (and whole trees), I was whippin' around the dog yard, not thinking real well about broken branches (I always do Warp 9 around this Pine and it's never been a problem, right?)... anyway, I whipped around a corner and a broken limb hit me in the face. Hat flew off, glasses flew off... a few days later, my retina in the right eye came off. Two retina surgeries, a cataract surgery, and a YAG laser blast later, and even with thicker glasses, my right eye is "technically" blind (20/200 without glasses, 20/50 with). Had to learn to use the sights with my other eye... Oh well. Life's a Beach; get on with it.
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That's how my Great Dane Hershey died. She went out to lay and sunbathe, and just died. I completely freaked out because she wouldn't get up or move. And then I realized she was gone.
It's awful when you don't get to say goodbye. OK, guys, I've depressed everyone (including myself!) enough for one day. Time to go do evening chores. The calves will make me smile, and most likely Helen (some of you remember Helen, right?) will trundle her fat self into the cow barn and make me scratch her under her chin while she drools all over my arm and burps. Ah, cow love.
he'd love it too! I'd love to cuddle him now tooI'd surely love to cuddle your little guy, though. Fer a little terrierist, he's pretty cute.
Sorry bout your dobie......they're usually very loving dogs, but they have a rep and folks do get scared of em. That was my brother's favorite breed. Enjoy your cow love ((((((((Lannie)))))))))) Give her scritchies for me. Must know which song........ what da heck did ya do to yur shoulder? and........ danggggggg on the eye injury.......that sucks hun.
Be safer out there! (((((((atcha))))))))That's how my Great Dane Hershey died. She went out to lay and sunbathe, and just died. I completely freaked out because she wouldn't get up or move. And then I realized she was gone.
That's how my Great Dane Hershey died. She went out to lay and sunbathe, and just died. I completely freaked out because she wouldn't get up or move. And then I realized she was gone.
Don't "like", but acknowledging the read....
They are family, and sudden loss like that hurts no less.....
I was just singing it a few posts back. Picture the Blues Brothers in the bar behind the chicken wire singing the only country music they knew. Take that music and apply the words Mowin' Mowin' Mowin'...)
Sumpthin stoopid, of course. I was pulling a piece of wood off the barn wall because the screws wouldn't come out and suddenly my left shoulder screamed at me and I couldn't use it no more. Seems to have ripped the muscle right at the top. Can't lift that arm without severe pain now. This too shall pass...
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