What?! Eags only comes to town when I leave town?!?
Sitting here enjoying the best room in Little Falls. They had to upgrade us to the King Suite because they were over booked on the standard suites. Bonus! Brand new place too!
Ali was worried we'd end up with some hole of a room since it was a smaller town and we went through the old part of town when we first came in. Sure surprised her. And me for that matter. I'm glad I ended up being late because of slogging your posts. Thanks guys!
Pool, Hot tub and 7-7's are perfect!
I wish I was there hunting with you guys but this is a nice alternative.
I just wanted to stop in and say hi since Ali's in the shower. I'm sure I'll be back later tonight to see how all of your brains have been working.
I have some stuff (good stuff) that I don't particularly want - and if someone wants it they can come get it tomorrow as opposed to me giving it to charity (I am moving in with Mrs. Bear and selling my house)
1) 19 inch color TV - works just fine, can be plugged into cable
Diggin' Daughter was on the ball and got the TV this morning at 8. I still have a bunch of various household items so if you're interested just stop by at 500 Etna St, #204.
Oh. Well, I didn't realize it *had* to be today, thought it had to be after 9:00 and I slept all day. Also wasn't aware it was first come, first served. Bummer.
Since it was the TV I was really interested in, you may want to find someone else for the pillows you told me were mine along with the TV.
I know you're all searching for the medallion right now. But what happens come Wednesday night at 1?
a single, solitary, tear?
a depression wafting over you until Pitchers and Catchers report for duty on Feb. 15?
Let's face it. After 12 days of hunting the last thing you want to do is go home and clean the kitchen and put away your hunting stuff. So - come take part in my historical re-enactment, this Saturday, Feb. 2 (Pre-Re-Hash/Superbowl!)
So, in honor of January being "I'm moving in with my fiancee and need help" Month, I'm organizing a Historical Re-enactment of a famous scene from Mark Twain's work "Tom Sawyer." and you're invited! Here's what we'll be re-enacting. I will be playing the part of Tom Sawyer:
But TomÂ’s energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied. Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him having to work - the very thought of it burned him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined it - bits of toys, marbles, and trash; enough to buy an exchange of work, maybe, but not enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom. So he returned his straightened means to his poke, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him! Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.
He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. Ben Rogers hove in sight presently - the very boy, of all boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading. BenÂ’s gait was the hop-skip-and-jump - proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations were high. He was eating an apple, and giving a long melodious whoop, at intervals followed by a deep-toned ding-dong, ding-dong, for he was personating a steam-boat. As he drew near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to starboard and rounded-to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance - for he was personating the Big Missouri, and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water. He was boat and captain and engine bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them:
“Stop her, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling!” The headway ran almost out, and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk.
“Ship up to back! Ting-a-ling-ling!” His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.
“Set her back on the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” His right hand, meantime, describing stately circles - for it was representing a forty-foot wheel.
“Let her go back on the labboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” The left hand began to describe circles.
“Stop the stabborad! Ting-a-ling-ling! Stop the labboard! Come ahead on the stabboard! Stop her! Let your outside turn over slow! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow! Get out that head line. Lively now! Come - out with the spring-line - what’re you about there? Take a turn around that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage, now - let her go! Done with the engines, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling! Sht! Sht! Sht!”
Tom went on whitewashing - paid no attention to the steam-boat. Ben stared a moment and then said:
“Hi-yi! You're up a stump, ain’t you?”
No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist; then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside him. TomÂ’s mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said:
“Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?”
Tom wheeled suddenly and said:
“Why, it’s you, Ben! I warn’t noticing.”
“Say - I’m going in a -swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work - wouldn’t you? Course you would!”
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
“What do you call work?”
“Why, ain’t that work?”
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know it suits Tom Sawyer.”
“Oh, come now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”
The brush continued to move.
“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”
Indeed - do you get a chance to whitewash every day? Of course not, so come to my house! We'll be pulling up carpet (BYOK) and hauling it (Ibuprofen will be provided, free of charge) to the garage, and be painting the interior walls of the house. Paint will be provided, thanks to Papa and Momma Bear. We'll have some brushes and some rollers, and paint a plenty, but the more the merrier and the more equipment you have, the merrier as well.
Because this is also a carpet pulling party, I encourage everyone to BYOS! Yes, Bring your own stain! The carpet is being recycled, so feel free to stain the carpet all you want!
Serious: I have two big projects, ripping up all the carpet and painting my entire place, to get it ready to sell. The way I figure it, the more people that are willing to help me, the less time it'll take all the way around, and a week long project by myself can be a one day project with the help of such great friends. If you've got some time free, and two willing hands, Susan and I would be much appreciative of your help.
Drop me a line if you can make it, or can donate painting equipment.
hay bear what day did you need help I just skipped past all the crap above it lol!! I can pull carpet fast and get it out in a hr or less I use to do it for Service masters!! I would be willing to help with that as long a s you don't live far from me!! because I need to save a s much gas as posable for work!!!
love yah bear!!!
Happy belated B-Day, Redbear! :grin:
anybody know this guy??
looks like he was at the predig
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  Happy Birthday Red Bear!!
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Keeping all parts crossed!
:frown:
They had a very well put together video though...
Orange though, not so bad..
 :pbpt:
THANKS EVERYONE FOR VOTING FOR ELY!
Hopefully they'll have a computer in the lobby or somewhere.
I didnt realize it was a nation wide contest
I thought it was state wide
have a nice time out of town - we'll miss you - look forward to you getting out in the parks with us when you get back.... :frown: :chagrin: :crying:
Sitting here enjoying the best room in Little Falls. They had to upgrade us to the King Suite because they were over booked on the standard suites. Bonus! Brand new place too!
Ali was worried we'd end up with some hole of a room since it was a smaller town and we went through the old part of town when we first came in. Sure surprised her. And me for that matter. I'm glad I ended up being late because of slogging your posts. Thanks guys!
Pool, Hot tub and 7-7's are perfect!
I wish I was there hunting with you guys but this is a nice alternative.
I just wanted to stop in and say hi since Ali's in the shower. I'm sure I'll be back later tonight to see how all of your brains have been working.
L8Tr
Missed you guys too 3M :chagrin:
1) 19 inch color TV - works just fine, can be plugged into cable
2)Ironing board
3) Home theatre modulator (controls the sound)
4) Bathroom vanity, no sink hole
5) four nice plush pillows
Interested, PM me/e-mail, etc.
-Red
Since it was the TV I was really interested in, you may want to find someone else for the pillows you told me were mine along with the TV.
Thanks, Redbear! :smile:
a single, solitary, tear?
a depression wafting over you until Pitchers and Catchers report for duty on Feb. 15?
Let's face it. After 12 days of hunting the last thing you want to do is go home and clean the kitchen and put away your hunting stuff. So - come take part in my historical re-enactment, this Saturday, Feb. 2 (Pre-Re-Hash/Superbowl!)
So, in honor of January being "I'm moving in with my fiancee and need help" Month, I'm organizing a Historical Re-enactment of a famous scene from Mark Twain's work "Tom Sawyer." and you're invited! Here's what we'll be re-enacting. I will be playing the part of Tom Sawyer:
But TomÂ’s energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied. Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him having to work - the very thought of it burned him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined it - bits of toys, marbles, and trash; enough to buy an exchange of work, maybe, but not enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom. So he returned his straightened means to his poke, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him! Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.
He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. Ben Rogers hove in sight presently - the very boy, of all boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading. BenÂ’s gait was the hop-skip-and-jump - proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations were high. He was eating an apple, and giving a long melodious whoop, at intervals followed by a deep-toned ding-dong, ding-dong, for he was personating a steam-boat. As he drew near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to starboard and rounded-to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance - for he was personating the Big Missouri, and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water. He was boat and captain and engine bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them:
“Stop her, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling!” The headway ran almost out, and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk.
“Ship up to back! Ting-a-ling-ling!” His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.
“Set her back on the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” His right hand, meantime, describing stately circles - for it was representing a forty-foot wheel.
“Let her go back on the labboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” The left hand began to describe circles.
“Stop the stabborad! Ting-a-ling-ling! Stop the labboard! Come ahead on the stabboard! Stop her! Let your outside turn over slow! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow! Get out that head line. Lively now! Come - out with the spring-line - what’re you about there? Take a turn around that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage, now - let her go! Done with the engines, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling! Sht! Sht! Sht!”
Tom went on whitewashing - paid no attention to the steam-boat. Ben stared a moment and then said:
“Hi-yi! You're up a stump, ain’t you?”
No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist; then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside him. TomÂ’s mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said:
“Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?”
Tom wheeled suddenly and said:
“Why, it’s you, Ben! I warn’t noticing.”
“Say - I’m going in a -swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work - wouldn’t you? Course you would!”
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
“What do you call work?”
“Why, ain’t that work?”
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know it suits Tom Sawyer.”
“Oh, come now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”
The brush continued to move.
“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”
Indeed - do you get a chance to whitewash every day? Of course not, so come to my house! We'll be pulling up carpet (BYOK) and hauling it (Ibuprofen will be provided, free of charge) to the garage, and be painting the interior walls of the house. Paint will be provided, thanks to Papa and Momma Bear. We'll have some brushes and some rollers, and paint a plenty, but the more the merrier and the more equipment you have, the merrier as well.
Because this is also a carpet pulling party, I encourage everyone to BYOS! Yes, Bring your own stain! The carpet is being recycled, so feel free to stain the carpet all you want!
Bad Painter? Who cares! splatter!
Wife/Mother make you take your sho
Drop me a line if you can make it, or can donate painting equipment.
THANK YOU.
Tue 01/29/08 10:45 PM
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We need a clue getter though.
And not just for getting the clue.