Jeanway

"Furry Purple Leopard" Huh?  Yea, that's bad. Beats the heck out of a white Tuxedo. :huh: Was he wearing a smilie face?? :blink:

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No but he was wearing a matching hat and smoking a cigar.

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"Kidnapped" by Robert Lewis Stevenson

I KNOW that!!!

#15. You make alot of friends here. :huh:

#16. It's so much fun.

#17. Even the Mods are nice.

#18. It's so much fun.

"Furry Purple Leopard" Huh? Yea, that's bad. Beats the heck out of a white Tuxedo. :huh: Was he wearing a smilie face??

Just like the other games. Name a well known book that starts with the last letter of the book named before you. Name the author if you can.

"The Pearl" by John Steinbeck

So the next title will begin with an 'L'

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Has a scary :msn-oh: :msn-wink: Signature

Turn around.

Do you ever take classes just for enrichment? :huh:

Throw Tal out an Air-Lock

, I'll go with the Ketchup.

Laying in the sun on a beautiful tropical beach, sipping a tall cool fruit drink OR shopping on Fifth Avenue in New York with a brand new credit card <<-- don't look at that :huh:

FAHRENHEIT - CENTIGRADE TEMPERATURE CONVERSION CHART

The number in bold face type in the center column refer to the temperature, either in Centigrade or Fahrenheit, which is to be converted to the other scale. If converting Fahrenheit to Centigrade, the equivalent temperature will be found in the left column. If converting Centrigrade to Fahrenheit, the equivalent temperature will be found in the column on the right.

The first number in each group of 3 is the temperature in Centrigrade, the third is that in Fahrenheit

And that was our report from Amsterdam

BEANS

Out at my cousin's ranch

we get to eat cowboy food.

I take aunty's advice and fill my plate twice,

'cause mostly it tastes real good.

But when my aunt and uncle

cook up their cowboy beans,

I only submit to sample a bit,

'cause they burn right down to your spleen.

They've got hot sauce and jalapenos,

red peppers and green, I think,

cayenne for flavour and garlic to savour

one taste and you'll need a drink!

Once I fed Rover my beans

his eyes and his nose sprung a leak,

he hung out his tongue, took off on a run

and didn't come back for a week!

If you visit my cousin's ranch,

you're safe with the chili and stew,

but you'll make it routine, to turn down those beans

if you know what's good for you.

Anne Slade

From Denim, Felt & Leather.

Are you a fan of it or are you a cowboy or a cowboy poet? The cowboy poetry I have heard is usually hysterical. Very base or earthy so I hope no one will get offended by this. Here is a short explaination of it.

Cowboy poetry is rhymed, metered verse written by someone who has lived a significant portion of his or her life in Western North American cattle culture. The verse reflects an intimate knowledge of that way of life, and the community from which it maintains itself in tradition. "All cowboy poets live in the rural West. At the center of the tradition are the men who spend the majority of their time horseback, keeping track of grazing cattle and moving them to market. Many of today's poets are ranch housewives, ranch owners, auctioneers, rodeo cowboys, dude wranglers, and people that hold down eight-hour workaday jobs but raise cattle on the side."

Cowboy Poetry

The round-ups, the brandings,

The calvings are done,

As ranchers sell out

And move on one by one.

We must tell the stories,

So memories live on,

Past time when the tellers

Themselves are long gone.

"Look what I've got." Chakotay said to Janeway as he came through the cabin door amid a tangle of green branches. " I thought it might cheer up the nest a bit if I hung these up on the frame of the nest for the babies to climb on." Janeway just smiled and watched him weave the branches across and around the canopy of the monkey's nest. As soon as he was done the babies as well as Rom, Rem and Sam and Delilah were climbing up on them. "That was a nice idea." Janeway said asshe held her back and threw another log onto the fire.

Janeway continued her blood testing, as usual, for the virus's progress. It was still present and the counts were increasing. Janeway had bad days as did Chakotay. Janeway's were especially bad because of her prenancy. Chakoktay didn't complain on his.

The winter here on "New Earth" continued. Janeway not able to get around to forage for roots and greens like she was before, Chakotay took up that task for her. The stores of meat were feeding them well, as well as the monkeys. Pip and Tag were growing rapidly as well as Rommy and Remmy were nearly full grown by now.

On occasion there were brief periods of storm-like conditions when the roof of the cabin as well as the ground around it were pelted with small stones. An occurance neither of them could explain nor understand. The attributed it to the long line of strange occurances that had been happening over the past year.

I feel like this, six days out of seven... :blink:        :huh:    :(

i feel like i just dont belong...anywhere... :(

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Aww, She Wolf. :( Yes you do, right here with us.

We miss you when you don't come around. Here-->> To She Wolf from

Jeanway.

It's 7:12 A.M., September 11, 2004. Three year anniversary of the worst man-made disaster to hit the United States on her own shores. This is not a good day for any of us. I watched a T.V. program last night about an investigation of President Bush. They are saying he could have prevented what happened. I thought that issue was finally resolved???? I watched it and it still looks to me like he had no definate idea as to what was going to happen, just bits and pieces. But hind-sight IS always 20/20 and now it all makes sense. President Bush isn't a Sooth-Sayer or Fortune-Teller, why won't they let this rest? They are still playing the Blame-Game, which in my opinion only prolongs a bad situation and hurts more people.

The Barometric Pressure is holding at 30.00. A nice day weather-wise, I hope. But of course, I have to go to work today. :huh:

Looking out at the September 11th morning sky and remembering

h4h4 :wacko:

I haven't had a day since that day, three years ago when terrorism was heralded into this great country of ours. I look up at the September sky now, remembering how blue it was that morning. And how clear it was. I can't look at clouds now without thinking about those clouds of smoke that rose that day. Or hear a jet going overhead with thinking of that day. I look at people with suspicion now that I never had before that day. I will NOT consider flying again since that day. Or going to a crowded event since that day. I've even heard of parents who had babies born on that day change their birth dates on the birth certificate. I live each day now as if it were my last. Things certainly did change on that day. :wacko:

O.K. Anyone who wants to send ILikeSeven a 'Kool-Aid Care Package' PM me I'll give you the address.

You did Good!! :wacko: :wacko:

Good Luck with this one Fen :wacko: You got GUTS!!! :wacko: :lol:

I believe it was written by a Native American Poet.