Sudokuaholics Anonymous 8

Long time since I had a CP.

Hi Jun, how are you. You've been quiet here lately. Been Busy?

Sorry, June, I can't even spell your name!
darn, now the phone is ringing.

Thanks Cyn for the message above...you can never be too careful but this hoax email has been circulating for many months now. Check out the following link.
http://www.hoax-slayer.com/simon25-hacker-hoax.shtml

ello everyone..

That is a noice big crowd June.

aha...we run into each other again Rola...
June...that is an impressive turnout...

Thanks Bean, have let everyone know on Easy. Sorry all.

yes, and how was the shops Jelly Beany ??

Better to be safe than sorry Cynthia !!

Broni - did you see how many people June has coming to the barbie in Sydney for Keith. How many are coming to your gathering?
That's a good turnout, June.

I wonder if anyone is arranging anything for their Melbourne visit?

Good morning all! Just a quick hello. Hubby has an eye operation this morning to remove the scar tissue and cataract created by the surgery last June to reattach his retina. Hopefully, his sight will return in that eye. During the surgery, I have to bring Bryana to the dentist. I was hoping Brendan would do it, but he went to visit his friend at college. Tomorrow I have my appointment with the surgeon to evaluate my shoulder. I'm tired of all the dr. visits!

Friday we'll be heading to Long Island to visit my mom. It's her 85th birthday on Saturday.

Hope you all have a great day!

That number includes family members. And there will probably one person who will be at both Sydney and Brisbane to meet Keith and Lynne.
About 12 people are members. Looking forward to it. Have not heard anything about Melbourne Gail.

Stella, I know how you feel about Doctors, and I have a much smaller family than you. Hope you are all much better soon.

Cyn, things have been busy,will be till after Easter.

June - who will be at both?

Stella - hope all goes well with hubby's eye op. You always seem so busy with your family, you don't need extra health problems. Have a nice weekend at your Mother's. Hope she has a lovely birthday.

K will be at both, and no have not had the numbers that June has but hoping it will still be a great day.
Cyn and Col, Vicki not sure about Kevin, K (Kerrie), Keith and Lynne of course and Meg is a maybe (all the old crowd Cyn) and of course Teresa and Peter(cokking the BBQ)

cooking duh!

Nup talking to myself again, good nite my sweet friends.

Broni - is that naughty Shar not coming?

Someone let the cat out of the bag, June. And it wasn't me.
Broni - what about Grasshopper?

Night all - off to bed for me.

Nite all, I have done the puzzles, just the jigsaws tomorrow.

BEAN, rant away, we call would listen. Rants by nature just need an audience and here you have a willing and captive one.

I have had a dry socket, they are not fun. thinking of you Broni.

Juli, hope you are up and doing whatever it was needed doing early. Hope it was some pleasant early morning thing. , and not a chore.

Am I thinking right? the page has not been visited in HOURS?

Ahhh, not as many hours as I thought, a whole page appeared once I posted. Well, thank goodness.

OK, I will be back to read in a bit, I am headed for a shower and warmer clothes than yesterday. Long pants, long sleeves called for today, as it will not be as warm as yesterday.

Hi MizT I've just been reading on the news about some shootings in Alabama. There seems to more and more of this type of thing happening. Hope it was no where near you.

Brenda, many miles south of me, about a 4 hour drive, and yes, it was a terrible thing. It seems he also shot into several businesses along his path, where luckily no one was injured, just wild shots through front glass that missed. I wonder what happens to people that do that.

I have not seen local news, and first heard of it last night when Rolanda caught me on IM to ask about it, imagine, getting news of my back yard via Oz and now UK hehehe

(S). Finally got some quality sleep. The rash and breathing problems are subsiding.

Bean.... I thought this IS the perfect place to rant. We're a pretty caring bunch, if I do say so myself. Feel free to let off all the steam you need to vent.

I'll go do some puzzles, since I'm alone.

Morning all! So NOT here, reading ffuts, but wanted to say I will be thinking of you Stella....

Aaaaah, forgot to put the bins out - just made it! Huffing and puffing here....

HI EVERONE THIS IS TOO FUNNYx!!!!!
Subject: KILLER SQUIRREL




Here it is.....



killer squirrel I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!

Little did I suspect.

I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.

It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close.

I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet.

He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular...

He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack.

Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing... I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.

That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel.

This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. TORQUE. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement.

The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in .. well .. I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.

This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me.

As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing inmy face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of ...so to speak.

Picture a new scene.

You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street

You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do somepaperwork.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street.

I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back).

I really would have.

Really...

Except for two things.

First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car. So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway.

That was one thing.

The other?

Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me.

That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car ... but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street , and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And a whole lot of Band-Aids.

Just a fast hello to everyone. I am going for a procedure next week, so my mind isn't on anything else. Hope all goes well, and will be back soon. Just wanted all to know you are not forgotten.

Oh no, Bobbi. What kind of procedure? You know our hearts and good wishes are with you always.

It sure is quiet today.

Good Morning, did not sleep well as I kept waking up coughing. Other than that I do feel OK.