Pippin

wow...it's not like kitchens need to be clean or anything, right?

Do they fly the mail in? I was just wondering how they get the mail there so fast when the ferry off the island only runs once a month. I read somewhere that almost all mail is airmail these days, regardless of what class stamp you use.

you and me both... my guess, cheap plentiful land That would be the same reason that Mt Home AFB, in Idaho, was NOT located right outside Boise, but instead was a 50mile drive through sagebrush and a whole bunch of nothing.

reindeer stew can be pretty good-- at least, it was in Helsinki (Yes, I ate Rudolph) Awesome!! That's even better than eating Bambi! You rock!! I would try both the sausage and stew. But, you know, I AM that kind of gal. :hehe I'm not a big sausage fan, but I'd probably have to try it, just so I could say I'd had it.

reindeer stew can be pretty good-- at least, it was in Helsinki (Yes, I ate Rudolph)

Did it used to be, once upon a time? Or has it always been accompanied?

Wow... my realtor had me meet her at the house right before the closing to make sure it was still in good condition.

at the risk of repeating myself... Yikes!!!!

Yikes!

Are you trying to make us all sick? Welcome home, Jeff & Trudy!

I just want to see more pictures. Are we there yet?

She was born the day before my dad, and was the same age as my parents, but I never knew that until I read her obit. I have to say, she didn'tn look her age - in the picture I posted, she was 73. That's exactly my intent. I signed the online guestbook, as well.

There are people who come into our lives when we least expect them. People who have no business being there, actually, but thanks to a serendipitous moment in time, they are. A chance encounter when walking across a college campus over 25 years ago led to my friendship with one of the most wonderful women I have ever known. Marge Robertson taught Social Work at my University. I was a social work major, so you'd think we'd meet. But the classes I took weren't the ones she was teaching, and so she was never my instructor. But our paths crossed outside the library one day, and she stopped and listened to whatever was on my heart at that time. She became a sort of mentor for me. I would go to her with my confusions about life and college and whatever, and she would listen, calmly and caringly, and when I left, nothing seemed as insurmountable as when I had arrived. Life took me far away from my college town, but I always knew she was there, in the house where she and her husband raised their children. I tried to visit her on the times I went back to college town. It didn't always work out, but those visits merged with our occasional phone calls and annual christmas/hannukah letters to help us keep in touch with each other's lives. I had the opportunity about 10 years ago, to tell Marge, face to face, exactly how much her friendship and encouragement had helped me over the years. She believed in me when I didn't believe in myself, and she gave me a role model of how to be a human being, alive and caring in a world that often seems bent on destroying those who care. That wasn't our last visit, thank goodness. It's just one that swam to the surface of my consciousness last Saturday, when I read the email I had hoped to never receive. I'll have no more visits with Marge. Her funeral was today, 700 miles north of me. I couldn't take a moment of silence at the appointed time, because I was in the middle of a conference call. But as soon as the call ended, I took time to reflect on my friend, and to thank God for our friendship. I am a better person because she was in my life. The world is a better place because she lived. And I will miss her, in ways that I have not yet begun to realize. She was a constant in my life, always available, always caring. She will still be a constant, but it will be in my heart. But that's ok - it's where she's always been, for as long as I've known her. Shalom, Marge. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world around you, and with me.

Some dogs don't handle being that close together well.

Welcome to Seattle, where people don't tan, they rust! Enjoy Washington weather - 10 million slugs can't be wrong! :lol

Enjoy Glacier - it's a beautiful park

Did not! Did TOO! Did NOT! Did TOO! DID NOT!!! DID TOO!!!

:rotfl Mom -- make him quit poking me! Dad, she's LOOKING at me again! Make her stop!!!

What she said.

I've also noticed the decreased gas mileage that comes with ethanol. It's not worth the reduced price per gallon, nor the increased price of all food products containing corn, in my opinion.

I thought they had posted one in this thread or their other (contest) thread, but I'm not seeing it now. Guess I was mistaken (it happens)

493. Safe travels!

1. You need an "other" option. (like you've not already been told that a bajillion times, right?) 2. Did you just copy the original list? Because I would imagine that very few folks here feed: Alpo/Beneful/Gravy Train/K&B, whereas I would have liked to see how many folks feed Diamond/Natures Recipe/Blue Buffalo, Bil-Jac kibble, etc. 3. I would have to vote "other" for the most part. I feed raw at home, but the kids get Nutro kibble at one dog-sitter, and whatever kibble I take with them at the other dog-sitter. 4. Canned - only Zoe gets canned. It's the i/d from the vet. She also gets kibble - Nature's Recipe at home, and whatever the dog-sitter is serving when she's there.

The daddy is Take It Over (aka Mudd) - you can see his races in the EEG thread -- Chris (Doggfather) is keeping us updated with Mudd's progress in the Stakes Races down there this month (Mudd's kicking some serious greyhound hiney)

For all our aching hearts, but especially for Adrian.... Have fun playing with your grand-daughter, Trish - introducing her to your grandmother and to Peatie. Give my Angie-girl a kiss on her forehead from me, ok?