I always tell my wife that I grew up across the river in Oh and she is the true hoopie as some call them. I tease her that she is blonde, polish and from Wv

Oh I wouldn't touch that one for ANYTHING! Blonde and Polish! Please excuse me while I chew off my tongue. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> Sounds like she's a good sport though.

Yes she is, I'm lucky to have her and she knows it. She also knows I'm a clown and can't help myself, sometimes my internal editing goes out and things just come out of my mouth so <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/footinmouth.gif" alt="" />

So. Anyone got anything exciting planned for this upcoming week?

Brother, do I know the feeling!

I would like to say I have big plans but I would just like to get out of the hospital. Tonight I started getting pain from the incision in the hip down the back of the leg to just above the knee. Never had that when recovering with the other hip. I see the doc tomorrow but not the surgeon, have to call and ask about it. I doze in and out so I'll be back. Thanks for listening.

No problem Caz! But I don't know how much longer I can hang. Been my typical Sunday, get off work at 0800, home by 0830 and go back to bed around 2300 that night!

I'm going to have to pack it in, I start typing and fall asleep!

Y'all have peace and rest in your lives and the lives of all those you hold near and dear to your hearts. May much joy and prosperity always proceed you.

Stay Safe, it's a sick dangerous world out there!

Well maybe I can stretch it out for a few more minutes.

Y'all boys ever gone snipe huntin? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

Any takers?

I don't know how Y'all do it but round about these parts we do it like this.

SNIPE HUNTING

A North-American prank and rite of passage wherein older adolescents take younger boys into the wilderness for the supposed purpose of “snipe hunting.” Snipes are an imaginary game bird purported to resemble quails or pheasants or what have you (the fictional snipe is not to be confused with the extant North American shorebird of that same name). Snipe hunts take place on moonless nights; the victims are provided burlap bags with which to catch the birds, while the conspirators spot them with flashlights. The conspirators make birdcalls, through rocks in the bushes, and urgently cry out “snipe” to make the victims believe that there are actually birds in the area. The victims don’t want to be the only one who can’t see the imaginary birds, so they claim to have seen them also. Pretty soon the victims have convinced each other they are surrounded by snipes and proceed to run about foolishly in search of the non-existent birds. “Dude right there didn’t you see it?” The conspirators will often agree that they have just seen a snipe in that cactus patch or lake or thorny bush and order then the victims to dive in and catch it with his respective sack. The victims are then often abandoned by their guides, thus completing the joke. The cycle repeats when this year’s dupes become privy to the joke and then take their younger brothers out the following year, in search of the ever-illusive snipe.

"You've never heard of snipe hunting? Dude we should go this weekend."