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happy anniversary guys!!!!!!!!!!

I'm crushed to hear this. Very sorry for you and your family..

I'm waiting to see what they tell Col, but if she gets some medicine for it, she better lock it up, or this fat kid's going to be "borrowing" some of it so I can lose some weight as well.

Cat, Colleen has the same paper cut effect all over her fingers and toes...Hopefully she sees your post and let's you know exactly what she's been using. For the most part it's rubber gloves when she's doing stuff. She's never mentioned anything with her mouth though.

Very sorry for your loss Sophie. Prayers for strength and comfort for you and your family.

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Cats...sneezing, itchy swollen eyes...I'm a mess around them.

I like yours Ginny, that's pretty funny. Kasey, you're messing with fire with your prank. lol Most of my best came in high school. The disciplinarian was our 1st period English teacher. When the bell rang to go to class, we all went to the cafeteria...finally about 10 minutes into the period an announcement came over the loud speaker "Would my first period english class please report to the correct classroom." Oddly none of us got detention, even he saw the humor. The second one was when we had gym class. Both the girls and boys locker rooms had doors that opened outside, we opened ours after class while getting dressed, and the girls had theirs open as well. I had the idea that they should let us know when they were all dressed and we would come over and walk out into the gym in front of the teacher like we had been in the girls locker room the whole time. The initial look of shock on the teacher's face was priceless. The best one ever pulled on me was by my computer teacher senior year. We used to torment the heck out of each other, I loved that lady. On our computers, there were 4 programs that you could click on. You were NOT ALLOWED to be in any other program than the one she told you to go in. Well, she told us to go into one, and I clicked it, and it opened up a different program...Frantically I closed out, and did it again, Boom back into the different program. Completely oblivious to what was happening I continued this process for a harrowing five minutes, becoming more and more frantic and no longer able to hide my frustration. Finally she stands up and SCREAMS...John Brennan, what are you doing...Mumbling and studdering I'm like nothing i swear, she says if I come back there and you're screwing around you're in big trouble. Well I continued to freak out. Finally she gets back there sees that I'm in the wrong program and smacks me and says get out of it...I'm like but Mrs. Fisher you don't understand it's not working right...She's yelling stop lying...So i get out and I say here look, click it boom into the wrong one. Finally she says click the other one, I do, now I'm in the right one. Befuddled I say what the heck is going on...Finally she says must be April Fools. She totally got me...To this day when I see her we laugh for a good five minutes about it.

yeah, he does know about two or three of those too. God that poor kid is destined for greatness isn't he. I found myself at the Flyers game the other week screaming things like jumping jimminie crickets, holy moly and oh buckets. People around me were looking at me like I was insane. I finally said hey, that's what happens when you start watching sports with a three year old. I should be named pete and he should be named repeat. Holy Buckets of nuts came out during the basketball games on Sunday, to which I got a holy buckets of nuts right back at me.

Col, what about all those wreaths you used to make. Just ran out of people to make them for. Start selling them here on the website. We gotta figure out how to pay for Jack to go to Notre Dame somehow.

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Let's see, I turned 16 in 1991 which means that I was learning to drive on around a 1988 dodge daytona. Man was that a sweet car. Stick shift, way too fast for a 16 year old to be driving, but I wanted to learn on a stick shift, so my mom agreed to let me learn on that. Of course once i got my license I was relegated to our old beat up pick up truck, which I loved too, just in a take it out the mountain and drive through the mud puddles kind of way, which was way different then the let's see if I can get this daytona up over 110 kind of love.

What's the name of that old song that goes "In the year 2525..." That may have a number in the title.

I'm like that TV commercial "dude". I'm not sure where i even got that from, it's not like I'm a surfer. The only other two, and I unfortunately have Jack saying both of them, is when we're wrestling, I tell him "I'm gonna knock your mouth loose." He just laughs and says no way daddy, I'm goinn knock your mouth loose. The other one is when he and I are going someplace, instead of saying "My son are you prepared for our departure" I say "you ready to rock and roll dude?" So now when he's waiting for me, I get that right back from him. Ready to rock and roll dad. I think I've done enough damage to him, so i try not to say anything else.

My neighbor has about 7 bird feeders, does that count. I keep telling her I'm sending her the power washing bill to remove all the poop off my house and deck. I don't think she thinks I'm serious.

17, - he wanted his

As most of you know, ice hockey is my newest addiction, and i see that becoming a year round thing for me. Golf season for me begins after Easter, and ends at the end of September. Yes I have a very defined timeline. i may golf earlier if a trip to Myrtle is planned, but typically here for me it's after easter until the end of Sept. From Oct thru Christmas I'm in the woods hunting. Leaving Jan thru Easter for indoor projects such as working on finishing the basement, or redoing a bathroom, refinishing coffee tables, or just generally being lazy. I will fish occassionally in the spring through fall, but it's hit or miss. I could fish five times a year one year, and not fish again for two years, just never know.

I can't drive 55.

First question: Why can't I have both? You're right, this isn't dream world John. 3 years ago, I would have said show me the money, or money talks or some other stupid cliche. Today, Give me enough to pay the bills, give me something that I truly enjoy and feel fulfilled with, somehow, making sure the Gov't gets it taxes isn't cutting it for me, and some freedom to spend more time at home with Jack and Col, and you got yourself an employye for life.

We were told the stage, never asked for a prognosis, were never given one. None of us are dumb here either, and we've either read enough talk to enough people, or watched close family friends go through it, to have a general idea. Honestly, I wanted to have a clue, strictly for household financial purposes. I needed to have an idea of what we were looking at, simply so that I could begin to adjust us financially to maintain living, in a house rather than our car, and manage to raise a 3 yo. Part of me is a realist, prepare for the worst, hope for the best. I think I've said that before. Prepare like you're going in to fight Mike Tyson, when little Timmy from down the street shows up, kick the crud out of him and think about all that extra energy you'll have left to celbrate. The only other reason I could see asking would be so that you know by exactly how many days, months and hours you have kicked cancer's butt. I still believe it's all personal preference, and it's all just numbers. Each individual is different, and each and every outcome will be different. Fight a strong fight, and let the numbers to the statistical people and the rest of it up to the big guy upstairs.

Well, as you'll see in the test time update, Col got some good news, everything stable. I sent out my normal update email to friends and family, and received a phone call from an old college friend. Yep, you guessed it, his wife was DXed a month ago with Stage IV lung cancer. I really didn't even think to ask the details, such as type etc. I think I went into shock. I felt like I was reliving Col's initial DX all over again. There was so much I wanted to talk to him about, but my mind just kept racing, thoughts bouncing in and out, I just couldn't get it all out. I told him I would make a list of all the things I did early on and pass it along to him. Obviously they are the same age as us, which stuns me even more. One person that you know personally you can chalk up to a crappy run of luck, two people you know personally in this situation, and you, or at least I, begin to question the world in its entirety. It's funny how looking back on it, how little I can recall. parts of it seem clear as day, like they just happened yesterday, other parts, the parts that came when you were in that initial fog, are so blurry and hard to recall. My heart is breaking for them and the long journey they have ahead. The bright side, well, we've been there done that and have pledged our support to them. In addition, I told them to come here and check this place out. I hope they take my advice, but as we all know sometimes it's easier to lurk than post, heck I did it for over a year. Anyway, please keep them in your thoughts and prayers as they begin this journey, we all know how scary it is. Funny, good news, followed instantly by bad news from friends...THE ROLLER COASTER CONTINUES!!!!

You guys are making me miss the chat now. 11 more weeks of hockey, then maybe they'll move hockey to a different day. If not, i will officially petition Chat President Randy for a move to a different day I'm sure it will be denied, but hey I'll give it a shot.

Faith, I'm very sorry to hear of your sisters decline. I pray for much support and comfort for you and your family through this difficult time.

90% of the time I return, unless I am forced to park in some ungodly far away spot, then I simply say it's there fault for not having enough cart racks and let it out there in no man's land. That's what they pay the high school kids to do anyway. lol.