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The only thing they showed on the program was a long distance shot of Blossom in the predator’s claws. But based on the shooting beforehand, I am sure the phojo got lots of more graphic and close up shots of her death.

Must be hard for the phojos and team members. I would think once you name them and mark them and follow them, it must be hard to see one die (especially a pup).

Robin Williams is perfect for the role, and this movie entertains start to finish. Easily in my top ten this year.

It hasn’t done too well at the box office, no surprise there, as it requires THOUGHT to enjoy.

Scary thought – on the way out Kelsy reminded me that SHE will be voting next November! WOW.

See it before November 7th

Piece de merde. (Piece of shit.)

Try plain old horrible.

PS. I don’t believe one word in ten. No way this shit happened. He made at least 90% of it up in my opinion.

I borrowed it from the library so at least didn’t waste good money on it.

One thing you do when you stop, especially when you have to cross a busy street is to downshift. This plus setting your pedal at the top of the arc allows you to get the fastest takeoff from a stop, critical when you are crossing traffic.

Friend Joe has had a broken small gear box for several weeks, meaning he only has three gears, low medium and high. When you change the large gear you almost always hear a large **clunk** and it is not the easiest thing to do. So every road crossing lately has been accompanied by a **clunk** followed by a large SHIT! yelled by Joe.

Today he said he was going to work on his gear box. I started giggling just thinking about the **clunk** SHIT sound. Hope he gets it fixed

I think it’s because good and evil are so clearly defined. I find that so much harder to do in real life. I keep putting myself in the other person’s shoes.

It’s a bad habit, I know

Kelsy told me she doesn’t like the fact that I am a hot mom. I should be more mom-like which I guess means old.

I have to admit my feelings were a little hurt, but then Karen reminded me that it doesn’t really matter. She told me that if I were fat and old, Kelsy would be complaining that I need a makeover. And she’s right, that’s just how the teenage mind works.

We lived in a modest house and I didn’t work when my oldest was a teenager and she constantly complained we were too poor. Kelsy says we are too rich. So Karen’s right, you can’t win.

The French word for takeoff is decollage, which literally means to unstick. And that’s just what it’s like. You are sitting back on the little back wheel as you taxi, you can’t even see over the top, then he guns the engine and its little butt just lifts off the ground. It’s not a takeoff like in a jet, you just kind of “un-stick” from the ground and away you go. I am afraid of heights and was worried that I would be afraid. But there is no sensation of height or movement really except during turns and landings. My pulse rate never even went up.

We went up to Lake Texoma for breakfast and stopped in Sherman for fuel, so I got to experience decollage three times. I even “flew” for a few seconds but that is a little scary. I prefer to leave it in the hands of an experienced pilot! It was a rare experience and I felt my feet weren’t really touching the ground during the rest of the day, even while shopping at Walmart.

David, merci pour les decollages! You are a great pilot.

 Most binoculars you see are 10 X 50. The first number is the magnification and the second is how much light the lenses let in.

 These are bad ass binoculars.