Originally posted by robtcorl Recalling the ordeal still gives me shudders.
Good story Bob
.....not quite as scary as Ricky's mom walking in on him
......but scary enough that you would never forget it. How many time do we come oh so close to the end and get lucky......or have an angel on our shoulder?
Thanks for the story...I do love stories of others, all lives are interesting and it is amazing how much alike we all really are.
Originally posted by FantasticMrFox You aaabsolutely wouldn't One of the two or so talks no one really enjoyed.
Mr Fox.....you disappoint in your appraisal of me and Bob....Racer too.
We would never allow our staff to make an appointment for any damsel in distress that was less than a #10 and cleaner than an autoclaved scalpel. That you would think otherwise is proof you do not understand our high standards of depravity.
I was 5 and she was 4....she lived next door...our mom's were coffee friends.....we liked to play together. We liked to play doctor and nurse. I didn't have a word for it, but I knew that "gynaecology" stuff was what I wanted to explore...and I did! It all worked out well until I had to "show her mine". She was outraged that I "had one" and she didn't
......she went crying to her mom.....who was having coffee with my mom...and all hell broke out. Her mom, a wonderful and earthly woman was an only girl with 5 brothers....none of this was a shock to her......just kids s doing what kids do. My mom.....I was lucky I didn't die before I got back home next door.
So this was the forbidden fruit of life? ....I was sure I needed to check it out at every opportunity, and I think I mostly did......with the same caution I used to handle the snakes I caught. Only later in life did I learn that females were much more dangerous than any snake I could ever encounter...and ten times more sneaky and cunning.
Regards!
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Originally posted by robtcorl Here's more on the Boone site moved there from various places in MO.
This one is called a dogtrot, two log cabins joined:
Mr Bob.....you know, you are pretty damn good with that camera...those are excellent shots.
Is it your camera or Mrs Bobs'? Who shoots the most? I tried to get Mrs Rupert interested in photography several years ago, but it never "took". All her spare time is dedicated to her deaf work.
Too bad, she was a natural talent shooter.....at Lacie's wedding I shot, Mrs Rupert got some of the best shots with her little Fuji X10.....like this one.
Regards!
Maybe I'd better get away from picture/gear talk? My apology to those offended!