To answer your question, I looked it up but hardly read it due to length and current hay fever attacks. Just decided to take a nap. Don't know if you'll care to digest all that's beyond that link--
Old Dino's mom is buried a 4 hour's drive south to Dothan from where I live beside Birmingham. I still can shop for a Father's Dad card but he's 97 and cancer has just been found in his lungs. At this time next Saturday I should be seeing Dad in Nashville after riding for about 4 hours north with a brother who will pick me up. Beside my mother's grave down south, Dad owns six other burial plots yet to be filled . . .
That's a pretty funny video. All my craft projects look like they were made by a pre-schooler. I can visualize what I want it to look like but making it reality is a different matter. Lol
I once "helped" my sons with their pinewood derby cars. One of them won the comic award for car most likely actually made by the Cub Scout. Nope. Dad with a dremel. :)
She's a hoot! I haven't laughed so hard since cousin Ralph's tongue froze to the mouthpiece of his trumpet when he tried to play it outdoors in Michigan on a ten degree winter's day.
ah, thanks rich. to your mom as well. You realize that db is the worst at mother's day. many years ago, my mother's day gift was a pair of army socks! that's right. for camping. head shake. we do camp. he was beaten over the head with those socks. army green, but useful, surprisingly
Oh shit. That's not a good gift? Does anyone know if it's possible to intercept parcels in the U.S. mail? I guess I could get homeland security involved. They can do anything.
Happy Mothers Day!
First saw it during the 80s on MTV when MTV was really a MTV.
Music TV? Yeah... what ever happened? :)
Regards,
O.A.
Just decided to take a nap.
Don't know if you'll care to digest all that's beyond that link--
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV
I still can shop for a Father's Dad card but he's 97 and cancer has just been found in his lungs.
At this time next Saturday I should be seeing Dad in Nashville after riding for about 4 hours north with a brother who will pick me up.
Beside my mother's grave down south, Dad owns six other burial plots yet to be filled . . .
I once "helped" my sons with their pinewood derby cars. One of them won the comic award for car most likely actually made by the Cub Scout. Nope. Dad with a dremel. :)
I haven't laughed so hard since cousin Ralph's tongue froze to the mouthpiece of his trumpet when he tried to play it outdoors in Michigan on a ten degree winter's day.