tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post114007448974041876..comments2023-09-24T05:51:03.030-05:00Comments on It's Jim: Monday is Presidents Day (oh boy!)...Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948285006605333380noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post-1140142983991451892006-02-16T20:23:00.000-06:002006-02-16T20:23:00.000-06:00rap on the vice presidents, but I've been to Warwi...rap on the vice presidents, but I've been to Warwick Castle!<br /><br />Mik<br />------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">did you visit Ben?</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post-1140122579515656462006-02-16T14:42:00.000-06:002006-02-16T14:42:00.000-06:00It's storming here...what weird weather is this! ...It's storming here...what weird weather is this! It'll be making it's way over to your side of the river shortly.<br />-------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">oops! I'm actually on a high hill on the Missouri River to the west of you, I should have warned you it was coming. I'm heading hack to Illinois as soon as the storm on the St. Clair, Union, Villa Ridhe, Pacific, Eureka path clears. The temperature is supposed to drop 40 degrees! The St. Louis TV stations are not making much over it, but it's not near Chesterfield yet so they don't care.</span>Jay Noelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11571082583740830927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post-1140107478698927362006-02-16T10:31:00.000-06:002006-02-16T10:31:00.000-06:00Nothing says Presidents Day like a sale at your lo...Nothing says Presidents Day like a sale at your local Ford dealer...<br />--------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">yep, nothing honors a dead president like a good deal on a Crown Victoria</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post-1140106337670444452006-02-16T10:12:00.000-06:002006-02-16T10:12:00.000-06:00Geez...I guess I don't know too much about Veeps. ...Geez...I guess I don't know too much about Veeps. I got only 9 right, and maybe four of them were total guesses.<br />-------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">you did better than I did, surprising facts about some of them</span>Jay Noelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11571082583740830927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post-1140105415538859722006-02-16T09:56:00.000-06:002006-02-16T09:56:00.000-06:00OK, I have given it some thought, but wonder if yo...OK, I have given it some thought, but wonder if you could provide the enlightenment? Where was Rooty when the Dave-speak answer was: "Post Office"?<br />------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">He was telling me that Rooty was in the car. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">When Rooty was a little puppy, the lady at the drive-through at the local post office insisted that I put him in the drawer. You should have see the look on his little face when he popped up on the other side. He then disappear into the post office so everyone could see him. She then brought him back, put him back in the drawer, and he popped up on my side. I can only imagine what the people in the cars behind us thought about all this. So, Rooty loves to go to the post office. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Roots also will NOT come if he is called. If you want him to come, you have to use a magic word: Dustbuster, vacuum, shovel, hose, McDonald's, or post office. You can also turn on a dustbuster or vacuum cleaner, or drag a shovel across the driveway (the neighborhood favorite). Dave probably had him outside and could not find him, so he probably yelled "post office." Rooty came at 100 mph, to Dave's car, expecting to go for a ride. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">So, the conversation without dave-speak: </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Jim: Where's Rooty </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Dave: He's in my car.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Jim: Where are you going?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Dave: To the post office.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Jim: Do you need stamps?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Dave: No. I didn't know where Rooty was so I yelled "post office."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Jim: Say "hi" to XXXXXX for me.</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com