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Let me be the first to say: Who the fuck let out a yell every 30 minutes from the time I went to bed until 1:50 a.m.?? Holy mother-fucking Christ. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

My maternal grandpa turned 81 last week (the first day of Autumn--that's how I keep track of his birthday), and my maternal grandma, his wife of 63 years, turns 81 in Dec. They met when my grandpa was stationed in New York City, before shipping out to the Pacific. My grandma was one of the girls serving food and drinks at a USO dance, on Staten Island, where she was born and grew up--they met, and shortly after married, before he went out to sea. My mom, their first child, was born while he was on a ship in the Pacific. He didn't see her until she was over a year old. My grandpa was on a ship in the Pacific when Pearl Harbor was bombed. He was one of the first to be discharged at the end of the war, because he had seniority, and a newborn baby at home. He has gone to regular reunions on the East Coast of his shipmates over the years; they held the last one a couple of years ago; not enough living to make the reunions worthwhile. I recently read one of his letters to his young wife (they were both 18 when they married), and he wrote to say that he figured he would take to farming when he got home, if that was OK with her, since that was what he knew, and he thought that would be the best thing. He also said he was sorry for "saying those things," and would she forgive him. He had seen some friends die, and he couldn't tell her the details, but he was sorry. The letter didn't indicate what he had said to her. After first living in Tennessee, my grandpa's home place (my grandma told me recently she hated it there--she was a city girl), they eventually settled on a farm in Idaho, growing potatoes, and my grandpa's nickname to friends who knew him back then is still "Spud." He eventually took up bricklaying, and taught my dad the trade, as a young newlywed to my mother. They we all moved out here to WA when I was a baby. My grandma was most effected by the Depression, I think. She buys stuff on sale, by the multiples, even when she doesn't need them. I helped them moved recently, and they must have had 30 cans of pork and beans, at least. I remember going shopping on Saturdays with her, and she would drive clear across town to save on a package of toilet paper. Her parents had divorce, which was exceedingly rare in those days, and money and food was scarce. She remembers her dad bringing by bags of food occasionally. My grandparents are my most favorite relatives! They're supercool. I hope they never die!

Perv. Spying on some dude getting rid of his Happy Meal.

Two things that should not be allowed on cc.com: the pros and cons of bolting, and politics. It would make for a happier world!

OMFG, type ____ in a message, and some script turns it to ____ ! Shows how some people feel about old ____. Now that's rich.

bump. I miss N by NW. I miss Distel aka Boulder Boy Wonder I miss Dan ____.

Oops, my bad--for a minute there, I forgot what site I was on. Off I go, back to www.niceblandpeople.com.

Hey! That's so not politically correct. Or nice.

But that's what beer and tarps are for--to keep you warm and dry.

Minx, I am--and I'm heading over this evening. PM me with directions, and I'll stop in.

If I was a black American, I think I might have a chip on my shoulder about bs like this that keeps coming up--or, out into the open.

The author of "The Book of Virtues," Bennett answered a caller's question by taking issue with the hypothesis put forth in a recent book that one reason crime is down is that the nation's abortion rate is up. "But I do know that it's true that if you wanted to reduce crime, you could, if that were your sole purpose, you could abort every black baby in this country, and your crime rate would go down," Bennett said. He went on to call that "an impossible, ridiculous and morally reprehensible thing to do, but your crime rate would go down. So these far-out, these far-reaching, extensive extrapolations are, I think, tricky." http://cbs5.com/topstories/topstories_story_273110300.html

If you could please move your property to Snoqualmie Pass, because that's the way I'm going, I'll be happy to pick up some wood. Get on it.

Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion I want to walk in the open wind I want to talk like lovers do I want to dive into your ocean Is it raining with you

I don't know what a Mullionaire is, but I bet it's great!

Somebody should shoot Halliburton and put it out of our misery. I'm sick'n'tired of hearing about the damn company and its noncompetitive bid awards.

Hey, honey, ya married? Me, I always wanted ta marry me a millunaire. You don't gots ta be pretty, just have them nice, deep pockets, like. A gal like me, she gots ta keep up a certain kin'a lifestyle, ya know.

Well, at least you didn't say the joke was worthless.

No, but it sure makes my mouth water.

Busted!

A little byrd told me that Off White is a cool hippy kind of guy, who drives a VW bus, and that his *real* name *is* Off White. (Off short for...Offland? Offenheimer?).

Sounds like fun. Let me go check my calendar.

That reminds me of cemeteries--where dead people live.