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Hi unruly,

Happy Halloween toyou!

Happy Halloween my WU Friends!!!



Enjoy your evening!!!

Hey you guys,

Is it still called a nor easter if it comes out of the SW lol juz askin,

How many snow balls have you chucked at each other

Good Morning my young biker friend.

As the Moon is Waxing Gibbous in these early morning hours, and as the French Roast Coffee with a dollop of half and half with two cubes of sugar compete with the Happy Pill for control of my thought processes, I felt the need to wax poetic this morning.

It may be a side of me that you have never seen. It has not been kept hidden from you, but simply is a part of me that surfaces every now and then for no particular rhyme or reason.

The following poem was written by me many years ago and was included in a book of Poetry I called "Love Notes" that I had published and copyrighted in 1991. You have my authorization and permission to copy it and share it with your family and friends as you see fit.

It is not to be sold however, but given away freely from your heart to others as I have done today.

"A LOVING SMILE"

I was in my car in a traffic line
Lost in thought I knew not where
When I glanced into the car near mine
At a brilliant light that came from there

A tiny child not more than three
With golden hair and eyes of blue
Had shared her love and smiled at me
A stranger that she never knew

Her eyes touched mine across the miles
Of time and pain and many trials
Until my smile had matched her own
And then she waved and her car was gone

I kept her smile throughout the day
And shared it as I went my way
How much I learned from a little child
About the joy in a loving smile

Have you smiled at someone lately
Have you seen the good it does
How it brightens others faces
A reflection of your love

CHRISTOPHER

HI!!!

Quoting unruly:
I enjoyed that very much Chris. Thank you for sharing it on my Blog.
Christoper. :)

GEE!! I never get anything like that:(

Good Morning Everybody!

Due to the fact that my beloved wife, SugarBear, now has her own acct and handle here called "HarleyBear", (WU said that someone already had SugarBear), and she may post something about the incident that happened at our house yesterday, I felt that it was important for you to hear my side of the story first.

While she was getting ready to go out to lunch with "The Girls", a group of ladies from our Sunday School class, she asked me if I would run a full virus scan on her laptop for her while she was gone. This is important, let me repeat this again: "SHE ASKED ME". There, that was important evidence was it not?

After I started the full virus scan on her laptop I noticed that all of the computer icons on her screen were slightly askew. That is being polite of course, they actually looked like they were simply thrown onto the screen like spitballs on the boys restroom ceiling at the local middle school.

Being somewhat compulsive and as we all know by now, highly medicated on Happy Pills, I looked at this dissaray in horror and said to myself, while the virus program is running, I could organize her icons for her at the same time. I thought at the time that she would appreciate my gift of spatial acuity and so I began to reorganize the icons.

The logical part of me first placed the important icons like my computer and my documents at the top of the screen, and the lessor used icons like recycle bin at the bottom. Then the systems part of me moved the internet icons to the left side of the screen and the personal hobby icons like photo lab and such to the right side of the screen.

Then the artistic part of me noticed that there were blue icons right next to each other and red icons above and below each other so I moved all the icons around until no two colors were next to the same color horizontally or vertically. Then the mechanical part of me noticed that the little green retangular boxes underneath all the icons were not squared off so I lined them all up like little ducks in a row until I was satisfied.

Then the supply officer part of me noticed that no two icons were the same size causing a misuse of space so I moved all the icons around again until the entire screen was evenly matched.

At this point, I looked at my handiwork and saw that it was logical, practical, pretty as a Christmas tree, linear to a fault, spacially utilized, and easy to use. I finished checking the virus report and left her laptop ready for use on her Lazy-Girl chair where she uses it.

I was sitting at my desk with my laptop in the room next to the kitchen when SugarBear came in the back door from the garage. I told her that her laptop was Virus Free and that I had left it on her Lazy-Girl chair. After taking the bags she brought home from lunch from someplace called Chico's, "The Girls" always go shopping after "doing lunch", she came back out of the bedroom and I heard the Lazy-girl chair with the footstool open.

Within seconds I heard the Lazy-girl footstool slam down and SugarBear came flying out of the living room into the kitchen waving her hands and getting red in the face and stomping her cute little feet like a two year old throwing a tantrum. I have to admit that I was laughing so hard and loud at the sight of this that I missed a good part of what she was saying but I do remember certain phrases like "MY ICONS", "LIMITED COMPUTER ACCESS", "SPECIAL PASSWORD CONTROLS", and "RECTAL SCANS".

No, wait, that was "RETINAL SCANS". :)
And then she stomped out of the kitchen and headed back to her laptop.

I thought about checking her laptop this morning while she is still sleeping to see if she really did change the password on her laptop, but I noticed a small tripwire attached to the top of her laptop and left it alone.

In retrospect, it was probably not a good idea to let her read my Ranger manual on bobbytraps a few years ago. It would seem that she remembered a few of them. :)

0500 hrs, time for a Happy Pill and some coffee and danish rolls.

Good Morning Everyone, it has now been six full weeks since my knee replacement surgery, and last night was the first time I have ventured out for dinner with my family. Had a great time with no problems at all. We went to nice family owned New York Style Pizza cafe where the entire wait staff speaks Italian.

It reminded me of a funny incident involving languages that has become one of those inside family jokes that you treasure all your life.

Years ago SugarBear and I and another couple that we rode motorcycles with in Fort Lauderdale went on a two week motorcycle tour of Europe. It started in Munich Germany, went through Austria, the Northern Italian Alps, Switzerland, back to Austria, and then back to Munich.

Two years later the four of us flew to Paris, France, where we spent 4 great days touring Paris before heading to Nice to rent two motorcycles and tour the southern mountains of France. But it was in Paris that the funny incident took place.

SugarBear had taken two years of French in college so everywhere we went she would speak to everyone for the rest of us. Ray, his wife Doris, and I, had studied the English/French translation dictionary that SugarBear had bought for us so we could at least learn some limited words to get by with.

One night in Paris we went to a rather fancy French Cafe for dinner. Ray and Doris ordered their dinners in French, then SugarBear ordered her dinner in French, and then it was my turn. I ordered what I thought was a type of Chicken dinner. Our waiter, a suave middle aged man in a tuxedo, leaned over so only we could hear him, and said to me in perfect English: "An excellent choice Sir. I regret to inform you that we are out of roasted vulture and grub worms at this time. I would recommend the chicken in lemon sauce with new potatoes."

An excellent substitution I whispered back to him. :)

As our waiter entered the kitchen we could hear loud peals of laughter coming from the kitchen. It seems that he told the Chef that I had ordered roasted vulture and grub worms. As the other waiters heard the laughter they each made a visit to the kitchen to see what was going on. Again and again peals of laughter could be heard.

After our dinners had been served, the Chef himself came out of the kitchen and came over to our table. He spoke to SugarBear in French and then in English to the rest of us. He asked us where in America we were from and then told us that he and his family had been to Fort Lauderdale one year on vacation and had really fallen in love with the beach area.

He then told us that very few Americans that visited Paris ever tried to learn their language and that we had brightened up their entire day by our wonderful attempt to do so.
SugarBear told us after he went back to the kitchen that a visit from the Chef was considered somewhat of an honor in cafe's of this type.

Our dinners were so rich and the wonderful breads and cheeses so plentifull that the four of us had no need for dessert but when we were done with our dinners the waiter showed up at our table with four pastries filled with liquid chocolate and four coffees with brandy and cream. He told us that they were the Chef's signature pastry and that they were a gift to us from the Chef and they were on the house.

Not bad for a country boy from Arkansas. :)

Good morning everyone, todays story is about Therapy. Just the word alone sounds wonderful does it not? It brings to mind soothing ideas like cool ice packs on a pulled muscle, or healing massage with coconut scented oil.

WELL, BULLFEATHERS!!!

I went to the new physical therapy office yesterday to begin the final stage of recovery. My therapist said his name was Brutus. I couldn't stop myself, I said "ET TU Brutus?" The reference went right over his head.

I followed Brutus down a hallway thru a door that automaticly locked behind us that had steel mesh in the small glass window. At the end of the hallway we turned left into a large room containing enough strange looking machines to make Vincent Price smile in anticipation.

There were dumbbells, barbells, chains and trapeze looking contraptions hanging from the ceiling, mechanical and electronic machines of all sinister kinds, ropes and pulleys and clamps attached to the walls, four tables next to what appeared to be electric generators of some kind, and one entire wall was mirrored so you could watch yourself being tortured.

Standing in the middle of this room was a creature named Igor, Brutus's therapy assistant. Igor stood six foot six, had one eyeball in the middle of his forehead, hair growing out from every visible part of his body, and hands the size of basketballs that dragged on the carpet when he walked.

Brutus hooked me up to my first machine called the Lifecycle, you leaned back with your feet extended out to the front of the machine and strapped and anchored to the pedals. He armed the control board, the pedals started to move of their own accord, and he left me there to go help Igor who was standing in the table area holding down an athletic looking young man with his left hand and a little old lady with his right hand.

As the pedals on my lifecycle kept picking up speed faster and faster, I noticed Brutus hook up what appeared to be electronic pads on either side of the young mans right knee, wrap a wet towel around the whole thing, and turn the large red dial on the generator marked DANGER way over to the right until his body was bouncing slightly on the table.

Meanwhile, the spunky little old lady that had been next to him had managed to jump on Igor's back and had him in a choke hold that was turning Igor's face as red as a beet and he was bumping into the trampoline in the corner of the room.

Just as Brutus went to help Igor, my cycle shut off and the straps were released from the pedals and I knew this was my chance to escape. I shut the power off on the young man's generator just as his hair started to glow, grabbed two dumbbells and headed for Brutus.

He turned around when he heard the power go off, saw me coming for him, did a double back flip onto the trampoline, vaulted into the ceiling and grabbed the trapeze bar out of my reach. I slammed one of the dumbbells into Igor's eyeball, grabbed the little old lady and the kid with the glowing hair, broke the window on the locked door with the other dumbbell, reached thru the window to unlock the door from the other side, and we were free.

As the three of us ran for the front door, I stopped at the reception desk and made an appointment for me for Monday at 1030 hrs.

I always did want to try a trampoline, it looked like fun. :)

Good Morning everyone, in my story about the Cafe in Paris, France, I forgot to tell you about the four fun filled days we spent touring around the city of Paris looking at all the wonderful attractions and cool places that Paris is known for.

Sugar Bear, who was a Marketing Executive for Motorola for 25 years had spent many years traveling around the world to most of the big cities. She had visited Paris many times and it was one of her favorite places to take a vacation, so she acted as our tour guide and organized the entire trip.

Lets start with the Eiffel Tower, a definite Disney E-ticket ride to the top. I never realized it was almost a mile up there, it didn't look that big on the postcards. What a great view of the entire city from up there! They had installed a steel cage around the top after that daredevil parachutist did that dive off the top years ago, but you could still get your camers lens through it for some great shots of the city.

Near the tower is another big attraction, the Ark of the Triumph. For the life of me I still don't know why the French would build a monument to a British Motorcycle. When I asked SugarBear about it one morning she sort of choked on her coffee and suggested that I not ask any of the local people about it.

I had to be pretty careful what I said while I was there. She told me it would not be wise to ask where they had BBQ'd Joan of Arc, nor should I inquire if the Guillotine had a Ginzu blade. :)

I did enjoy the trip to the Louvre because they have the original Sword of King Charlemagne called "Joyeuse" there. I have a modern copy of Joyeuse in my sword collection but my copy only has four stones called lapis lazuli in the eyes of the winged dragons on either side of the cross guards where the original has four rubies for the eyes. The original still looks good to have been made in the year 700 AD.

The trip to Notre Dame was very strange, the building itself if very dark and gothic looking and the inside is very similar. The exception was the incredible stained glass windows throughout the church. They also have a lot of famous popes and people buried in tombs within the building. Odd place to bury people I thought.

We were all really inpressed with the Paris Opera House too. I've never seen so many things trimmed in Real Gold in one place in my life. Sort of made you want to run home and put on your tuxedo just to tour the place. I had to use the restroom while I was there and even the urinals had gold pipes on them. They also had someone they called an "attendent" in each restroom who handed you a small towel after you washed your hands but I think he was a security guard to make sure no one stole the gold pipes. :)

The really fun thing about Paris is that there are 9 million people that live in the city and another 2 million people in the suburbs who drive into the city every day to work, and they all think they are Grand Prix Drivers. We took these double decker tour buses to the various sights or walked to the river and took a tour boat to get to places and the traffic was an incredible sight to see. There are not that many traffic lights, everyone sort of merges into the traffic flow at high speeds and the bigger vehicle you drive the better you can merge. Motorcycles and scooters don't seem to obey any of the traffic laws whatsoever, they were constantly cutting right thru stoplights an stop signs as if they weren't there and that just added to the crazy things that we saw going on.

We were there two years after 9/11 and I was impressed with the police and military presence that was visible everywhere not only throughout the entire city but at every building and place of interest that we went to.

My favorite things about Paris?
THE FOOD, THE BREADS, THE DESSERTS!!!!!
Sorry, got a little carried away for a moment there.

Have a great day, its time for a cinnamon roll or two. :)

Good Morning Everyone!

Todays story concerns four odd things that I have discovered that happen in a home that no one ever talks about. Since I have been home for six weeks with this knee in various stages of disability, I have tried to help SugarBear as best I can with the various household duties that I can do without hurting the knee.

1. Did you ever notice when you put clean sheets on your bed that the bottom sheet, you know, the one with the rubber bands on all four corners, goes on the bed bright side up. But the top sheet has to go on the bed dull side up so that when you fold the top over the bright side hem will show. Of course it shows over the dull side unless you put a blanket on it so no one sees the dull side. That is odd don't you think?

Who came up with this silly idea. Did the first seamstress not know that you had to fold the top sheet over? Did the first bed maker simply decide to fold the top sheet over one day only to discover that it made the dull side of the hem show and therefore it had to be put on upside down? Logical minds want to know.

2. Did you ever notice that when you are cooking tomato sauce and you've covered the pot to let it simmer for awhile, and you go back to stir the sauce, that when you lift the lid you discover much too late that the sauce has formed these volcano looking mounds rising up from the surface that pick that instant to explode like popcorn throwing boiling hot oily red dots all over the kitchen all over the stove and all over your brand new shirt?

Why aren't there warning labels on cans of tomato sauce? Why does it explode like popcorn? Other sauces don't do that, oh they may bubble and boil over the top of the pan if the heat is up too high or you wander off for a few too many minutes, but they don't explode. Is it possible that the first farmer planted his tomato plants too close to his corn plants and due to the close proximity that some sort of cross pollination or genetic DNA mixing occurred? Do you think we could replace gasoline with exploding tomato sauce? Logical minds want to know.

3. Did you ever notice that just at the moment you're watching something in the oven that requires precise timing like those wonderful garlic cheese biscuits that are baked at 450 degrees for exactly 9 minutes and 3 seconds and if you don't remove them at that precise moment it can be the difference between something that melts in your mouth or something that looks like a burned hockey puck, that ten seconds before the timer goes off the door bell will ring and you will be the only one home at the time and the dog will begin snarling and barking like there's a squad of aliens at the front door.

Normally the dog is a wimp and you didn't even know she knew how to snarl so you have to check it out only to discover that its some cute little 7 year old girl selling girl scout cookies so you can't yell at her because her Mom is standing on the sidewalk watching you like a hawk so by the time you tell the little girl no thank you and get back to the oven, forget it, hockey puck city.

How do they do that? Is it ESP? Is it Radar? Do they have noses like bloodhounds? Is there an invisible sign on your front door only visible to people that go door to door? Logical minds want to know.

4. Did you ever notice that the one place in your home that you would think would always be clean, the shower stall, is always grungy after a week? You would expect the toilets to need cleaning after a week considering the traffic they have to deal with.(You didn't think that I could say that politely did you?)

How is it possible that the shower stall gets all that stuff on it? Even when I get dirty outside in the yard I hose myself off before I come back into the house to take a shower. I wonder if it has something to do with makeup? I don't use makeup, but I know someone that does, SugarBear. Logical minds want to know.

chuckle, chortle, snort

Nope. If admin had pulled posts from your blog, on the blog page, it would show actual posts left, plus the removed ones as the post numbers.

For instance, Orca had one pulled- the member blog page says 281 comments. Number on Orc's blog page says 282 was last post.

281 actually left plus one pulled equals 282 showing on Orc's blog page post number.

Bottom line- if member page number of comments is the same as actual last post number on the blog, admin didn't pull any.

(Lord, I sound like Lord Pott and Hoodly conversing!) :))

Wu has been acting strange lately.I post stuff and it just goes into cyber space.Change your pass word if you think you have a hacker.:)

Your welcome.I like to change the password once in awhile.Better safe than sorry! :)

Quoting unruly:
Last night, I had 21 posts. Tonight I still have 21 posts, yet, the top four have been replaced by Snake's posts. can anyone explain this?

Admin admin... not you the blog admin... can remove posts and it does not show. They can also edit your Blog, if they wish.

Did you have something posted that may be questionable???

Hmmmm you... post something questionable... silly question...

Quoting swampliliy:
Nope. If admin had pulled posts from your blog, on the blog page, it would show actual posts left, plus the removed ones as the post numbers.

For instance, Orca had one pulled- the member blog page says 281 comments. Number on Orc's blog page says 282 was last post.

281 actually left plus one pulled equals 282 showing on Orc's blog page post number.

Bottom line- if member page number of comments is the same as actual last post number on the blog, admin didn't pull any.

(Lord, I sound like Lord Pott and Hoodly conversing!) :))

ROFLMAO, that was one of Ruly's posts.. and I pulled it.

Hey- somedays you're the toilet, somedays you're the plunger! :))

Well, I've read everything that is here now and I don't have any answers. As we all know I am barely computer literate in the first place. Rob had to teach me how to cut and paste cartoons, download u-tube videos, and store stuff in my favorite section. The header shows 31 posts and there were 31 posts. Since I barely remember what I downloaded yesterday I don't know if something has been removed or not. As long as your blog isn't banned, you are ahead of the game I would say. :)

hi

Quoting unruly:
BUMP

Hey Bud, had a bump in the road yesterday myself, had to call the Harley dealership to come pick up the scoot. Battery was so dead it wouldn't even take a trickle charge. :(

Haven't ridden it since the knee went out on me in June. Even though I have the kickstand on a rubber mat in the garage it will still go flat line if its not run in five months. :(

I have a trickle charge harness wired onto the battery I just didn't hook it up when I stopped riding it. Lesson learned again. Should be back in a few days. Garage looks empty now. :)

Morning all!!!:)

BUMP!!!!

certainly not "metal", I like it a lot...a festive tune! Be well!

Merry Christmas Unruly and friends.

hello and Merry Christmas to you and yours!


From our Home to Yours
Merry Christmas and a Healthy & Happy New Year 2012!





"And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons.
It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn%u2019t before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn%u2019t come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more."

- Dr. Seuss