Down Hummingbird Lane

Good Morning, everyone...

Getting an early start this morning.....

Another Docs appointment early this morning...

Could not get any friend help me drink the clean out

kool-aid, so I had to drink it all....awwww

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Monticello Mt. in the back ground.....

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A pretty "Lady Barbara" rose...don't ya think?

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"Taz" sez he's cute.... watch them claws.....

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What beadie eyes you have.......

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Make sure you get them all........

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Bath time huh?

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He wants to be next.......

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Oh, no....no that......

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What can I say?

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I gotta leave on this one......

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~~ The lifeguard told the mother to make her young son stop urinating in the pool.

"Everyone knows," the mother lectured him,
"that from time to time, young children will urinate in a pool."
"Oh really?" said the lifeguard, "from the diving board!?!?"

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~~ I have been thinking about buying a new Porsche lately and I
happened to say on facebook that I was looking forward to the new 911...
Now i got 3000 Muslims looking to add me !!!!! and probably homeland
security doing a background check on me.

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~~ A group of friars were behind on their belfry payments,
so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds.
Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God,
a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair.
He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not.
He went back and begged the friars to close.
They ignored him.
So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most
vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close.
Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if
they didn't close up shop.
Terrified, they did so; thereby proving that...
only Hugh can prevent florist friars.

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~~ My friend Kelli's five-year-old son, Morgan, had been scolded for
fibbing and blaming his brother, Mack for things Mack did not do.
Afterwards the boys returned to the backard to play.
About ten minutes later, we heard sobbing cries from outside,
Kelli and I raced to Morgan's side, worried he had been hurt.
"Morgan! What's wrong?" Kelli asked.
"Nothing!" he wailed.
"This time, I'm crying to get what I want."

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~~ moving a computer
1. Bone up on your cursing. You will need it later.
2. Pick a *good* spot to locate your computer.
Don't be too picky; you will regret having started on this venture soon
enough.
3. Disconnect all cables, cords, power sources, umbilical cords and
plumbing.
Look at the black, gray & white spaghetti mess on the floor and sob.
Refer to number 1.
While you're at it, it helps to focus on cursing Bill Gates and Steve Jobs
for making all this possible.
4. Be sure to dust machine off, since it's been sitting for months in one
spot, gathering a dust mound the size of Mt. Rainier.
This is especially essential if you have asthma.
5. Now that you've picked a *good* spot, it's time to replace all the
cables, cords, etc.
Make sure it's in a dark, hard-to-reach location.
6. New computers have color-coded plugs and plugins to make
assembly easier.
This has no bearing on you since your computer is in a dark,
hard-to-reach location and they're all the same color: gray.
See number 1.
7. Get a flashlight.
Look for new batteries for flashlight you've left in the junk drawer for
months.
Go to store to buy new flashlight batteries since you don't have any.
Rule number 1 is coming in handy now.
8. While inserting various cords and cables, be sure to drop at least one
on the floor behind the desk, where it will take a contortionist to retrieve it.
9. Find out that your printer cable is now not long enough to reach the
computer (see number 1).
Oh well, you didn't use it that much anyway.
10. Once you have all the cables, etc. back in place, turn computer back
on.
11. Sit, puzzled why computer isn't working.
12. Plug monitor in.
13. Ponder why keyboard and mouse don't work.
14. Switch keyboard and mouse plugins.
15. Call spouse in to admire your handiwork.
16. Spouse informs you that he/she liked it better where it was,
and to move it back.

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~~ Recently, I brought my six-year-old granddaughter, Brooke,
with me on my trip to the recycling yard to dispose of a lawnmower and
some other metal.
There, we wandered around among the hundreds of cars that were
waiting to be crushed.
Most of them were missing parts, which had been removed for reuse
in other cars.
Brooke said to me, "Poppa"
"Yes Brooke," I replied.
"I'm not buying my first car here."
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Todays Thought:  We are middle-aged when we have that morning-after feeling

without the night before.

Well, I'm off to see the rooter man..........

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