Can the adults please smoke? — Page 502

KMF loves to ice skate, especially after free baseing coffee. Maybe him and me can do a routine for your clients.

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Morning all!

Lot's to do today at work and then teaching two session of an LDS Computer Resources class at Church tonight. Fun but hectic. The laptop, projector are all fired up and I'm ready to play! :o)
We have hi-speed internet at the Church building which makes changing pages soooo much easier. (Tried this once with dial-up...never again!)

Off to catch the early mail and perhaps a McGriddle sandwich to perk me up. My boss just called to find out when I would let him back in the office since I'm sharing his comp until my new one arrives early next week...I've got him well-trained. He's just 7 years younger than me but loves to refer to me as
"Mother-Warden", LOL!

More later...and today's birthday Trivia: It's Marie Osmond's 45th birthday today (Donny turns 47 in November...)

Where does time fly?

In honor of Ms. Osmond's birthday:

Paper Roses
{Written by Janice Torre and Fred Spielman]

I realize the way your eyes deceived me
With tender looks that I mistook for love

So take away the flowers that you gave me
And send the kind that you remind me of

Paper roses, paper roses
Oh, how real those roses seemed to be
But they're only imitation
Like your imitation love for me

I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start

But like a big red rose
That's made of paper
There isn't any sweetness
In your heart

Paper roses, paper roses
Oh, how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation
Like your imitation love for me
Like your imitation love for me

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I walk away for a few minutes and now you have me triple-lutzing in midtown!

Addie -- it would always be an honor to be your date anywhere, but don't expect much more than forward skating --- it's been a LONG time since I was on skates!

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Whatever happened to Elvis, the Canadian skater with the juicy round bottom?

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Fair - your horoscope is my daily motto.

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K - I get on skates about once a winter... so, no Hammill Camels for me!

Fair - I remember Elvis. Such charm!

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This is for Undi today.
Because she's my favorite girlfriend from the Garden State and because the lucky 'duck' gets to see THE BOSS tonight!

I got no time for the corner boys
Down in the street making all that noise
Or the girls out on the avenue
Cause tonight I wanna be with you
Tonight Im gonna take that ride
Across the river to the Jersey side
Take my baby to the carnival
And Ill take her on all the rides

Cause down the shore everythings all right
You and your baby on a Saturday night
You know all my dreams come true
When Im walking down the street with you

Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la Im in love with a Jersey girl

You know she thrills me with all her charms
When Im wrapped up in my babys arms
My little girl gives me everything
I know that some day shell wear my ring
So dont bother me man I aint got no time
Im on my way to see that girl of mine
Cause nothing matters in this whole wide world
When youre in love with a Jersey girl

Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la Im in love with a Jersey girl

I see you on the street and you look so tired
I know that job you got leaves you so uninspired
When I come by to take you out to eat
Youre lyin all dressed up on the bed baby fast asleep
Go in the bathroom and put your makeup on
Were gonna take that little brat of yours and drop her off at your moms
I know a place where the dancings free
Now baby wont you come with me
Cause down the shore everythings all right
You and your baby on a Saturday night
Nothing matters in this whole wide world
When youre in love with a Jersey girl

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My friend's husband is a flight attendant...I have my suspicions.

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Undi..think of me when Bruce sings this...one of my many favorites by him....

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide `neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
>From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.

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ME! ME! I wanna play!

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My beautiful Robert was singing "You're a Lovable Lunatic" from Seesaw this morning before he left for work - what does this mean?

I'm shocked at all this "slander" from my friends -- I'm hurt to the core...

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Awww...sorry KMF..would you like your core rubbed or kissed?

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