gme24 
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Well, I would like to tell you a story about something, but where do I start? War in Syria? No. Economic situation in Europe? Forget it. Jimmy Saville? God forbid! I'm not very good at jokes and after a hard day's work not in a very good mood. I could tell you that I have been given the Early bird challenge four times since the start of the Daily challenges, but hey who cares!
Reply #221. Oct 09 12, 9:52 AM
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| clevercatz
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I thought I'd try my hand at growing tomatoes this year and today I picked my first crop of delicous home-grown tomatoes. Looking forward to having scrumptious tomato and basil soup for my tea tonight! Mmmm! Is n't nature wonderful.
Reply #222. Oct 09 12, 10:39 AM
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Cmax
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It's strange how ordinary, mundane actions or words can sometimes lead to something beautiful. A few weeks ago I was talking to one of my condominium neighbors. He said something like -- "you used to do that" and I replied --"yes, but 'use-ta' doesn't live here anymore". He said he had never heard thar expression before.
I saw him again yesterday. He said he had two friends who were musicians living in Nashville, Tenn. Nashville is the home of country music. In the past he has sent them songs and sometimes one of their singers will turn it into a new song. His musician friends go tour with some of the singers, one of whom is Garth Brooks.
Last week he sent them a song using the "catch words -- "use-ta". He said he wrote the song because it reminded him of his wife. He sang the song for me. One of the lines went-- " her smile use ta make my day". It was a beautiful love song. You see --- his wife died five years ago. It brought tears to my eyes. It may never be a great song, but it will always be a great memory for me.
Reply #223. Oct 09 12, 11:29 AM
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JanIQ
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I just saw a Dutch wordplay TV show tonight. They were making fun of a former Prime Minister (during World War II).
Rumour has it that the Dutch PM Gerbrandy would have taken a stroll with Churchill in early March. Churchill uttered "Spring is in the air", to which Gerbrandy would have replied "Why should I?"
Reply #224. Oct 09 12, 12:32 PM
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daver852
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The only psychic experience I've ever had happened at the dog track. Having blown almost all my paycheck, I was about ready to head home, when I swear a voice whisper in my ear: "Play 7-2-6." This did not not look too promising; greyhound number seven, whose name was Singing Sam, was 20-1. Nevertheless, I bet $2 on the trifecta, and it came in and paid $1299. I am still waiting for that little voice to return, but it never has.
Reply #225. Oct 09 12, 12:39 PM
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CellarDoor
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That's a lovely story, cmax!
I'd like to tell a story about a time when I rode a culinary roller coaster. This was four years ago. I was working on a very rush project, at a building on a somewhat isolated site. I was on site working about 22 hours a day for about a week. The place where I was staying provided breakfast at all hours, but I would get lunch and dinner from the vending machine at the building where I was working. Mostly this was Snickers bars.
Then one day -- Friday -- the Snickers bars ran out.
That night I managed to leave early -- only 11:30 p.m.! I was very excited. I knew where there was a Taco Bell in town, and I knew that they would be open late. So, very excited, I jumped in my car and drove out to the Taco Bell.
They were closed.
I have never liked Taco Bell, but I had been looking forward to that meal so eagerly that I leaned forward into the steering wheel, there in the parking lot, and started to cry.
Then I saw motion out of the corner of my eye.
The T.G.I. Fridays at the other end of the parking lot was open until 1:30 a.m. that night.
I have rarely in my life been as happy as I was at that moment. I went in. I ordered a salad and a bowl of chili and some steak and a big dessert. The leftovers carried me through the weekend, and on Monday I got to go home. (Also, the project went very well.)
(Note: Taco Bell is a very cheap fast-food chain that is pleased to call itself Mexican. I know too many Mexicans to eat there, normally. They would shun me. TGI Friday's is a sit-down diner that sells $8 burgers and decorates its walls with street signs. Neither normally moves diners to tears.)
Reply #226. Oct 09 12, 2:53 PM
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spanishliz
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Today my sister and I went shopping. I found three pairs of comfy trousers to buy, she found a very nice winter coat. Both of us were very pleased with our purchases, and didn't break the bank by making them. The only one who is upset is my cat, who is annoyed for me for having been out so long - again! She's telling me off as I write! (Possibly because I have forgotten to give her the promised turkey giblets...off to do that now!)
Reply #227. Oct 09 12, 4:08 PM
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Aedan57
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My granny still lives in rural Ireland and is finally learning how to use the internet to keep in touch.
Most of her emails have been to my parents but since I'm now living on campus she sent me an email. It was a nice little note, wishing me well, a bit of filling me in on mates back home. I especially liked her last comment, "Let me know if you don't get this" :))
Reply #228. Oct 09 12, 5:06 PM
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terraorca
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I'm a car salesman, I know you hate me already, not so fast, I guarantee that I am more honest than most people that walk in the front door of the dealership. They lie about everything, their trade in, their credit, their job, their income, how much money they've got. We have an acronym, CWL, customers will lie. Today I think I sold a car, at least the customer said I sold them a car, they pick it up tomorrow. What do you think, did I sell a car, we'll find out tomorrow?
Reply #229. Oct 09 12, 8:10 PM
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madasasnake
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My seven year old daughter had "Bring a Special Person to School' yesterday before school started. We had juice and a donut and watched a video. It was nice but after, she had sometime before school began. We got to go to the playground and she had so much fun showing me all the neat tricks, she can do on the playground equipment. It was awesome to see her so happy.
Reply #230. Oct 09 12, 11:39 PM
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| Daikenro
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Back to work today after a 10 day holiday. Plenty of work to deal with which makes me appreciate even more the time off.
Reply #231. Oct 10 12, 12:41 AM
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| LillianMD
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Well I am starting a new screenplay about a missing girl. And in the next few months I might be going to Ohio for a month or two to visit family.
And well nothing much has been happening this week... I've been cooking more.
Reply #232. Oct 10 12, 12:49 AM
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lorance79
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OK, I'm going to go with my best story (albeit the abridged version).
I once attempted CPR on a mouse. Little chest compressions with my forefingers, blowing through a tube into its mouth--the works.
Sadly it did not work and the mouse went to the cat-free farm in the sky.
Reply #233. Oct 10 12, 1:29 AM
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tobyone
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A friend of mine has been wallowing in the slough of despond for some days.
Today I took her to see the very lovely Liam Neeson in "Taken2". We both loved the film and she felt much better.
Reply #234. Oct 10 12, 1:32 AM
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Professer
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I used to be involved in local politics, many years ago now. One councillor made a unjust statement about stopping people having contracts with the council,who crossed picket lines during the miners strike. I learnt of a councillor who was doing the same thing down south during a newsprint strike, so rattled a letter off to the local paper demanding the councillor resign, 24 hours later he did resign, and was also deselected as a prespective mp.
I firmly beleive the british people have the power to make things right.
Reply #235. Oct 10 12, 2:46 AM
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dippo
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Before I got through to Seaworld, I had to say "Jump through the hoop! Do a flip!"
They said my call may be recorded for training porpoises.
Reply #236. Oct 10 12, 5:59 AM
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| goldbob
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I gave my classes a homework assignment yesterday. The first class returned 3 of 28. I hope things improve.
Reply #237. Oct 10 12, 6:18 AM
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| deaconblues63
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I've started riding a bicycle. I enjoy the exercise, but I do refuse to wear spandex.
Reply #238. Oct 10 12, 6:45 AM
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shuehorn
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I'll tell a story about when my sisters and I were young and really and truly believed that our dad was Bing Crosby. Did he look like Bing? Not really. Did he sing like Bing? In our minds yes, but objectively, he sang the same songs on the records he loved with passion and love and not very much talent, so no, in reality he didn't. He was, however, the biggest Bing Crosby fan alive. On Saturday nights, he and my mom would go out to dinner to a club they belonged to, and my three sisters and I would stay home, playing games with a babysitter caring for us. We would always watch the Hollywood Palace, and very often, Bing was the host. Since my father loved Crosby so much, all of us kids did too, and we would be glued to the couch watching. Once, I said that I thought Deeda (which is what we called my Pop) was really Bing crosby, because we had never seen him in person while the Hollywood Palace was on. What if my parents were really going to the studio to film the show every week? And on the weeks that Bing wasn't on, well then they went to dinner. My sisters were on board, and we decided to figure out if it was true. As soon as the Hollywood Palace would come on and Bing would be on the screen, one of us (usually me, since I was the oldest) would call the Club where our parents were and ask for Deeda. Sometimes my mom would get on the phone, sometimes the bartender would say that they were eating and he would call back if it wasn't an emergency, and amazingly, when my dad did come to the phone, it was invariably during a commercial break. We were sure, then, that he was Bing, and we decided to keep his secret.
On October 20th, he would have been 86, if he hadn't died of cancer at the age of 54 all too long ago. I wish I had told him about our fantasy, and how we knew who he really was all those years ago, when his little girls were 7, 6, 4, and 3. We all still listen to Bing, and we all still love him, and we all still miss our dad.
Reply #239. Oct 10 12, 8:39 AM
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shuehorn
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I cleaned it up a bit, so I am reposting:
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I'll tell a story about when my sisters and I were young, and we really and truly came to believe that our dad was Bing Crosby. Did he look like Bing? Not really, though he did have the same flyaway ears. Did he sing like Bing? In our minds yes, but objectively, though he sang the same songs along with the records he loved with passion and love, he didn't have very much real talent. So no, in reality he didn't sing like Bing. He was, however, the biggest Bing Crosby fan alive.
On Saturday nights, he and my mom would go out to dinner to a Club they belonged to, and my three sisters and I would stay home, playing games with a babysitter caring for us. We would always watch the Hollywood Palace, and very often, Bing was the host. Since my father loved Crosby so much, all of us kids did too, and we would be glued to the couch watching. Once, I said that I thought Deeda (which is what we called my Pop) was really Bing Crosby, because we had never seen him in person while the Hollywood Palace was on. What if my parents were really going to the studio to air the show every week? And on the weeks that Bing wasn't on, well then they probably did just go to dinner. My sisters were on board, and we decided to figure out if it was true.
As soon as the Hollywood Palace would come on and Bing would be on the screen, one of us (usually me, since I was the oldest) would call the Club where our parents were and ask for Deeda. Sometimes my mom would get on the phone, sometimes the bartender would say that they were eating and that he would have one of my parents call us back if it wasn't an emergency, and amazingly, when my dad did come to the phone, it was invariably during a commercial break. We were sure, then, that he was Bing, and we decided to keep his secret.
On October 20th, he would have been 86, if he hadn't died of cancer at the age of 54 all too long ago. We lost our mom 11 years later to the same disease, I wish I had told Deeda about our fantasy, and how we knew who he really was all those years ago, when his little girls were 7, 6, 4, and 3. We all still listen to Bing, and we all still love him, and we all still miss our mom and dad.
Reply #240. Oct 10 12, 8:52 AM
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