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TO ALL:
It is my extreme pleasure to announce the first annual NASCAR on TALKZILLA SPRINT CUP CHALLENGE.
The contest will begin with the running of the Daytona 500 in February, 2009 and will run until the last race in November, 2009.
We have been holding the contest here on Ihub since 2006, but Bob Z. (AKA The Stig) invited us to move the contest to Talkzilla.
As an incentive, Bob is offering CASH prizes totaling $1000.
Anyone interested in NASCAR, or in making money, please join us on the Talkzilla NASCAR board:
http://cars.talkzilla.com/boards/board.aspx?board_id=49
Come have fun with us and take a chance on making some cash in the process.
There is no entry fee. Just post on the Talkzilla NASCAR board that you want to join the contest.
Have fun,
Phil (Hot Rod Chevy) on Talkzilla.
Great stories FileMan.
Welcome to the board.
I am a Lab man myself BTW, having owned five of them.
Great dogs.
The Lily Thomlin story is hilarious.
Thanks for posting the stories.
Phil
Memorial Day weekend right after the flood, 1981 there was an upcoming U.T. graduation party my brother was hosting at his apartment in the clubhouse. Various family members were invited, ranging from my father, his sister her husband, along with my mother, who had been divorced from my father for 7 years, her mother and father and a few other friends. Meanwhile, earlier in the day, my girlfriend, 11 years older than I, raising and training lab retrievers for several years, was taking part in the birthing effort of a new batch of puppies she had coming from a champion bitch, previously mated with a champion dog.
There was a show of some sort in Austin, one of which Lily Tomlin was involved in, a show that attracted my girlfriend to the extent she write Lily a note a few days before with some pictures of her and her dogs. She loved Lily Tomlin and had offered her one of the upcoming newborns that were soon to arrive. My girlfriend went a step further to call the hotel where she was staying to arrange the opportunity to give Lily one of the puppies. The "friend" or manager of Lily had answered the phone in a rather deep voice and passed the call on to Lily herself. This event led to an invitation and acceptance for Lily to come by the house and meet with one of her admirers along with viewing some newborn lab puppies.
Meanwhile, mom, grandma and grandpa were sitting at the couch engaging all the while, when all of the sudden a knock at the door sounded off. It was Lily, she had come uptown to visit my girlfriend after all. The puppies were being born at the time with all the help my girlfriend could offer. She was literally held up in the spare bedroom, focused exclusively on the new litter. I called in to say,"Lily is here!". She was too preoccupied so I spoke with Lily for about 20 minutes or so, all the while my family was in the other room still talking. Lily had worn some rather outrageously colorful/flamboyant pair of cowboy boots with her attire. I was discussing with her all my girlfriend had gone through to meet her and to arrange the visit. We had a nice visit for that short period of time and afterwards it was time for her to leave. She wasn't actually interested in owning a puppy. The peculiar thing, given the fact bitches give birth to puppies all the time, quite naturally at that...... my girlfriend had never opened the door to actually see Lily Tomlin's face, not even a glimpse. This was the last year this relationship lasted, even though many years later I became an ear for this woman whose next boyfriend, several years younger than I had left her for many of the same reasons Lily was ignored.....
After the memorial day flood in Austin, Tx, back in 1981 or so, many of the stores along 10th and Lamar were flooded, where water levels reached 8+ feet inside retailers, Whole Foods Market store #1 being hit and Louis Shanks furniture, with furniture floating all around in the area locally. Whole Foods Mkt. was giving away some of the unsellable items right afterwards so I drove down with my black lab retriever to go pick up some free dog food. It was hot and humid that Saturday around high noon as I filled the car up. The dog followed along the cement walkway that led to the front of the store. There was a 3 ft drop off from that walk way in the front of the store that allowed patrons the opportunity to relax and enjoy their coffee as they read their newspaper. It was time to go, however, my male dog wasn't satisfied quite yet. He decided along the way back to the car to lift his leg directly behind a parton as he diligently read his paper. How long did this last, well..... it seemed forever. This yellow stream continued for quite a while in fact, about as long as a full bladder to relieve itself would take. I could only pray the excrement leaving his body matched identically the recipients sweaty back and body temperature. Apparently it did because there was no flinch or movement whatsoever. At the end of the near disaster, I proceeded to request my dog to move toward the car. Once inside, we pulled out and drove past the store on that hot, muggy, almost summer day, only to find the recipient of my dogs long winded release was still there, patiently reading intently at his newspaper drinking coffee in same form I first saw him. I was thinking to myself all the while, I couldn't believe this just happened. LOL
Nascar contest starts today on the Nascar Board with the 50TH running of the Daytona 500.
Winner receives a cash prize and an annual membership to Ihub.
http://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/board.asp?board_id=3206
To enter the contest, just read the rules in the Ibox and post your picks.
Have fun,
Phil
TO ALL:
A great Ihubber, Goldman450, passed on last evening and his wife, Robin, posted to Centual Sue and myself about his passing.
This is her post to Sue:
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Hi sue, I did try to write to you last night but honestly, I am numb.
Please ask Phil and yourself to pick in Rob's name. Nascar was everything to him.
He'd not want to miss his picks!
Robin
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This is her post to me:
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Hello,
This is Rob's wife Robin. I am very sorry to tell you this but Rob passed on this afternoon. He passed away in his easy chair just as he wanted.
I had just gotten done holding him to tell him I loved him when he passed. It was very sudden, but he just went during his sleep and was very calm.
I'm so sorry. He spoke highly of all of you. I tried my very best for him, but he just went.
Robin
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The moderators on the NASCAR board, and Sue, will pick for him next year, and if history tells us anything, he will win the contest next year just like Marie did the year she died.
Must be divine intervention, whatever.
We are going to have a Memorial service for Rob (Goldman) tomorrow evening on the NASCAR board, and request that anyone that cares, please stop by and say goodbye to him.
http://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/board.asp?board_id=3206
Also, we are requesting that anyone that knew him or traded posts with him please, please send a PM to his account so his wife can read the posts at her leisure and see how much we cared about him.
http://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/profile.asp?user=54165
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Rob (Goldman) was a class act and deserves nothing but the best.
Everyone please stop by tomorrow afternoon/ evening and say farewell to him.
Thanks,
Phil
"Answer the phone honey"
"Bulls__t. Its got to be one of your diving buddies. Who else would be calling at 5:00 in the morning?"
Sure enough it was Buddy Gremer. Optician supreme and owner of a nice 26 ft Thunderbird cuddy. Rear curtains and a hot shower make changing out of a cold wetsuit in 50 degree air a true joy.
"IT"S FLAT CALM!"
6:30 am. Me, Buddy Gremer, Bill Wright, and Cavin Henry break through the jetties leaving the St. Johns River behind us. Crystal clear sky meeting the morning sun and the seas flat as a mirror. Not even a baby's breath for a breeze. For no other reason than the flat calm we decided to try for the BR ferry boat 32 miles due east and some BIG fish. The enthusiasm of the moment causing us all to be giddy with anticipation and forgetting the cardinal wintertime rule. Nary a care in the world about what the working people were going to be doing that day.
DON'T spearfish on wrecks in the winter. The man in the grey suit owns the wrecks in the wintertime..........
Now the BR ferry boat is a 350 foot ferry that used to run the ST Johns Crossing at Mayport in the 40's and 50's. It was towed out 32 miles in the early 60's and scuttled on a sandy/rocky bottom in 115 of water. The relief off the bottom runs from 6 to 20 feet and with the superstructure collapsed and 35 years accumulation of growth on it makes for a class A fishing spot. It also is where I go to collect lost brand new anchors and 120 foot lengths of rope when I need them.
So anyhow. Throttles in the corner. Nose trimmed up high two big block Mercruisers screaming. Ride so smooth we were sitting down and drinking coffee from ceramic cups while making 50 knots eastbound. Around quarter after seven we pulled up on the wreck.
Who knew we were late? Two commercial fishing boats and ten assorted 18-45 footers already there. None of them divers. Up goes the dive flag. On the radio we are listening to fishermen and fisherwomen complaining about getting lots of good bites but not being able to get anything in the boat and now, dammit, DIVERS!
So we get on the radio and let'em know we are here for maybe 45 minutes and promise we will clear out after our dive. One woman called us crazy. Little did we know how right she was.
Geared up, spearguns loaded with 357 mag powerheads, Buddy and I break the surface and start down. To our amazement the visibility was as clear as I can ever remember offshore Jacksonville. As soon as we broke the surface we could see the entire 350 foot wreck over a hundred feet below us stem to stern.
Grouper everywhere hundreds of them. Sharks. Yup, about twenty big sand tigers in the 8-10 foot range. And four of the biggest Mako's I have ever seen. Twelve to fifteen footers. Over a thousand pounds of 70 mph grey death and nothing we could do but descend back to back to the bottom.
That's when the problems started. I couldn't get my ears to clear. It was one of those pissant descents where you drop 15 and up 5 blow, pop and drop another 15. About 50 feet down I hear Buddy's powerhead go off. He is about 15 feet below me and one of the 8 footers now dead is spiraling down toward the wreck below him with a spear shaft sticking out of his face and trailing a cloud of blood like a locomotive under a full head of steam.
This ain't good. Things are beginning to get a mite close down here. Buddy looks around and sees me above him and kicks up to me and hands me his now empty speargun and takes mine. He power kicks down to the bow of the wreck where the sand tiger landed and yanks his spearshaft out of the shark to reload.
Now ya gotta look at it from the sharks' point of view. Here they are surrounded by hundreds of grouper and easy pickin's from the ones that have been getting hooked for the last hour by the fishermen. The sand tigers are still hungry 'cause they have been playing second fiddle to the much faster makos who have by now stuffed themselves to the point of sublime satisfaction and are swimming lazily around the wreck not showing an interest in anything at all. Lucky for us.
The sand tigers are finally beginning to feed and are extremely curious about that funny looking fish standing in that 20 foot cloud of blood and making all those bubbles.
Step one, get rid of the bleeding shark. While Buddy is reloading his powerhead I am tying off a 2 foot float bag to the dead shark's tail and 1/2 filling it with air. Sayonara shark. Sent him to the surface in a cloud of bubbles and blood. About then is when we realized that the makos were fat and happy and were not going to be a problem.
I was on the bottom with my back against the wreck watching two of the biggest and most dangerous sharks I have ever seen swim by 15 feet away. Awe is the only way to describe the feeling. It was like sitting at a railroad crossing and watching freight cars go by in slow motion. As we worked our way down the wreck, I float bagged an anchor with 120 feet of fine 3/4 inch double braid. Buddy shot a couple nice 30 pound gags. As I approached the stern, I spied and shot a 300 pound cubera snapper and float bagged him too. I just didn't want to be holding that big a fish when the sharks came for breakfast.
After that, we called the dive and headed for the surface.
Arriving at the surface we are heartily congratulated for scaring the crap outta the lady who called us crazy. Seems she was hanging it out over the side whizzing when the water under her started boiling from the expanding bubbles. When she looked down she was butt to face with the dead sand tiger.
We collected the other two float bags with the cubera and the anchor and headed to the reefs for some lobster. Nobody else seemed to want to dive the wreck again.
All in all it was one of my better dives. 15 minutes of bottom time and got the crap scared out of us, a 300 pound cubera, 3 nice gag grouper, and a 24 pound danforth. Not to mention 120 feet of really nice double braid.
BT
LOL! G'day mate.
"oogly" still applies, I see. <G>e
Did his grandson then beat you up as well?
I believe the word was "oogly"...
which, in Okie, covers a multitude of sins.
a classy thing to do.
Upon learning of Sergeant Major Dunleavey's death in VN. in '68, I wrote to his widow expressing my regrets and admiration for a fine man. I met his son and grandson at the Aussie Consulate in D.C. in '92. Good men.
And I've never forgiven you for calling me ugly.
too funny, but then again it really isn't.
glad to see you learned a lot from it. youth and inexperience brings out the worst in us.......wish i could take back so many things.
Lost pride, rank, & pay...
Being UDT, we did damage...everybody did a few days in hospital. Part of the punishment was FULL memorization of ALL our allies' uniforms/ranks.
The little guy was a Sergeant Major whose men were VERY loyal to him.
lmaooooooooooo.....i hope there was no permanent damage done.
In '67, I made the mistake of laughing at a scrawny little guy that walked in a bar in Darwin we were partying in. He was only about 5'5". wearing Aussie Army tropics...boots, shorts, blouse, & dinker hat. He was OLD...at least fifty....& homely as a mud fence.
He was also S.A.S. ...w/ his squad behind him.
'Nuff said.
lol...i'm a good card player, when there is no money involved.
gambling is not my thing. when i get some time i will type up a true story about how i survived a severe beating playing cards. lol, i still got the beating, but it could have been so much worse.
helpful hint of the day, never play cards in strange places with people you don't know.
my buddy left me out to dry and i was in the right.
Sounds like stuff I used to do. Scareing girls that is! lol Glad you didn't get hurt worse! U R lucky! Ever play the lottery?
Pretty bizarre indeed.
Thanks for posting it.
Phil
thought this a good one for the board..
two great stories..
STORY NUMBER ONE..
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't
famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the
windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to
murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a good
reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering
kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation,
Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but also Eddie
got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a
fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the
day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City
block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration to the atrocities that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved
dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best of everything:
clothes, cars and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no
object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even
tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better
man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two
things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name and a
good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to
rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities s
and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished
name and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would
have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.
So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of
gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his
son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would
ever pay.
Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious
medallion and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The poem read:
The clock of life is wound but once And no man has the power To
tell just when the hands will stop, At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.
STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander
Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier
Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was
airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had
forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to
complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he
dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was
returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood
cold, a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the
American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but
defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time
to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching
danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from
the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into
the formation of Japanese planes.
Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one
surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now
broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his
ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He
dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging
as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another
direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped
back to the carrier. Upon arrival he reported in and related the event
surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his
plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to
protect his fleet. He had in fact destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became
the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the
Congressional Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in aerial
combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of
this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named
in tribute to the courage of this great man. So the next time you find
yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's
memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located
between Terminals 1 and 2.
SO, WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son..
I have told her that publicly dozens of times over the years.
Have fun,
Phil
I also agree and have told PW in PM's several times!
I agree Peggy Sue.
If she ever publishes a book I will buy one for sure.
She is one of the most talented authors I have had the pleasure of reading on the internet.
Our friend George is another one.(trkyhntr)
I have his book.
Personally autographed and everything.
Have fun,
Phil
I agree, Phil...it does qualify.
And, as usual...PW relates her bizarre experiences in the most interesting way possible. I still think she missed her calling and should have become a professional writer. ;)
I found this on another board and I think it qualifies as a bona fide first hand Ihubber bizarre experience.
The author, PW, has graciously allowed me to repost it here.
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Posted by: PMS Witch
In reply to: ksquared who wrote msg# 5103 Date:5/31/2006 8:09:22 AM
Post #5112 of 5125
It’s been an eventful couple of days around here. One happy, and one frightening.
A neighbour won the Lottery, a few million, and it seems that every tongue is wagging. Speculation abounds. They’re a retired couple who seem very nice. I hope they do something special for themselves.
I had a friend who won the Lottery a number of years ago. Instantly, a new career was launched: money management and investment. No time to prepare. High stakes. Mistakes were expensive. The challenge became finding advisors who could be trusted. There are so many outstretched hands, and advice comes from every direction.
I held my opinion to myself until I was asked. My only comment was to never forget that this money was a once in a lifetime event, and if lost, it would never be replaced. When pressed further, I said that capital erodes from taxes, spending, and depreciating assets. Control these three and your wealth will accumulate. Unfortunately, others were far more persuasive. After following advice that was less than sound, the winnings had evaporated in a few years.
The next morning, an experience reminded me that there are more important things than money.
I arrived at the range too early. The maintenance people were working and I couldn’t shoot for another half hour. I decided to pick up a few items at a nearby grocery store. They were running a special on watermelons.
I was extra careful putting my things in the trunk. I noticed a man approaching. He appeared to be in his seventies or eighties. He was upset. Really upset. As he came closer, he asked, in German, if I spoke German. I don’t.
He asked again. Since I didn’t learn German in the last two or three seconds, I repeated my original answer. By this time, his voice, body language, and gestures were profoundly disturbing. I still had no clue why. I pulled my cellular telephone out of my pocket.
When he saw my phone, his demeanour changed totally. He asked again, only quietly, if I could speak German. I still couldn’t.
Even though he’s fluent in German, there was no use calling The Commander because he wasn’t home. I called his sister. She wasn’t home either. Then another sister. And brothers. All I accomplished was to chat briefly with answering machines. By now I’m almost as desperate as my new German friend. I searched my speed-dial numbers.
I tried the number for my car dealer. I knew they had German speaking people there. It worked. I switched to speaker mode, explained my situation, and passed my phone to the man. I could overhear, but not understand, the conversation. Then some English.
The guy’s wife had what appears to be a stroke. The road construction and detours caused him to get lost on his way to the hospital. No wonder he was upset.
I said I’d drive to the hospital and that they should follow me. After this was translated, the fellow headed for his car. I knew that we could get her to treatment faster than an ambulance could arrive. I lived in this area for a few years and learned some shortcuts.
After leading them down an alley running behind a convenience store and through a church parking lot, I pulled up to the Emergency door and explained what was happening. Fortunately, they had no trouble finding someone who spoke German.
With all the excitement, I saw my chance to slip away unnoticed.
Cheers, PW.
P.S. When I arrived home, I told The Commander what happened. I mentioned that the man approached me because I was driving a German car, thinking that there was a possibility I was German. The Commander began pointing toward his feet. When I asked him why, he said “My shoes are made in China.” Then he grinned and said “You’d better put Ming’s number on our cell.”
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Have fun,
Phil
Giff,
Welcome to the board.
That is a bizarre story for sure.
Especially in a large city.
Thanks for posting it.
Have fun,
Phil
Hard to recognize kids when they grow up...
A few months ago, while in Baton Rouge to visit, here's something bizarre. I must say Baton Rouge is a pretty large city. I get a call from my nephew on my wife’s side. He had crashed into the back of a lady. He was pretty shaken up and asked me to come on over to the crash. When I get there, the cops had come and gone, the other car too. My nephew tells me about how the lady stopped quickly, it was wet and, he slid into the rear. The young lady he crashed into was a babysitter and had a child in the car. No one was hurt but, when the mom showed up, my nephew said she cussed him out and went crazy nuts. Shortly later, I get a call from my brother saying some stupid kid ran into the back of his babysitter’s car. Yep, my nephew crashed into my nephew. I got a stupid nephew and crazy sister inlaw. The family's not that large and I have just 2 nephews in Baton Rouge, both live opposite ends of town. We all can chuckle about it now.
Time is of the essence!
I have already received $555 in pledges to BAIL me out of JAIL tomorrow afternoon!
$465 so far has been pledged online by the good people who use IHUB! I NEED MORE SUPPORT!
I have sent Thank You notes to those who pledged to help Jerry's Kids in your memory!
Hopefully others will join in soon and help me to raise my goal this year of $1,200 to send 2 of Jerry's Kids to Summer Camp!
I will be carted away to Jr's Comedy Club tomorrow, placed in prison garb, forced to be pictured handcuffed behind bars, and made to sit and rot in "JAIL" until I raise this year's "BAIL" goal of $1200 via telephone calls to friends and family !!! $1200 will allow 2 children with Muscular Dystrophy to attend Summer Camp !! IMAGINE the JOY this will bring to them!
I am pleading for people to "HAVE A HEART" and help me raise my goal.
Click on the following link, then click on "LOOK WHO HAS DONATED!"
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Then click on the link that will allow you to donate online, and help a couple of "Jerry's Kid's".
This link will be open for the next 2 weeks to give people with a 'GOOD HEART' time to participate!
NO pledge is too small. $1, $2, $5, $10, $20 or MORE.....it all adds up!!
Thanks go out once again to those who have helped in this year's "LOCK UP Event".
Dave
Today at noon is the deadline for entries to Trisha's jerky contest.
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We have a contest:
Our Trisha is a nationally known maker of beef jerky and is thinking about selling it commercially.
But she needs our help to help her develop a name and a slogan for her jerky.
This is meant to be a fun, but also a serious contest.
There will be two contests.
One for the name of the jerky and another for the slogan.
Any member that posts an entry will be eligible to vote for a winner.
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Be sure to PM your entry to one of the moderators.
#board-373
Have fun,
Phil
Attention Ihub friends:
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We have a contest:
Our Trisha is a nationally known maker of beef jerky and is thinking about selling it commercially.
But she needs our help, to help her develop a name and a slogan for her jerky.
This is meant to be a fun, but also a serious contest.
There will be two contests.
One for the name of the jerky and another for the slogan.
Any member that posts an entry will be eligible to vote for a winner.
Complete list of rules and prizes are in the Ibox on the Beer board:
http://www.investorshub.com/boards/board.asp?board_id=373
Come join the fun.
And,
Have fun,
Phil
That's a pretty bizarre incident for sure.
Phil
lmao....so my neighbor is out in his yard today and there is a bald eagle flying by with a couple osprey chasers....they were batteling beak and claw for a good sized mullett the eagle had.....the eagle droped the mullett during one encounter and it landed on my neighbors roof...he got his ladder ,went on the roof and the fish was still alive...he puts it in a buckett and runs down to the dock and releases it...it swam away.....
true story...3/12/06
Deadline to join the contest is 12:30 PM today.
If you're a NASCAR fan, you will want to check this contest out!!!
(For premium members only)
2006 NASCAR CUP CHALLENGE
Entry fee: none
Prizes: A one year subscription to I-Hub (Thanks, Matt!) and $200 (Thanks, Phil (Bullrider) and PalmBeachAJ!)
Rules: Pick three drivers each week. Deadline for Wags are 1 hour before scheduled TV program start time. If the race is postponed for any reason, the cutoff for WAGs will be moved until 1 hour before the next TV scheduled start time. (Kurt Busch exception: Should a driver not be able to start the race you'll be allowed to change that driver only up until the Green Flag.) End of year point total WINS!
Best of luck to all!!!
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Don't forget to WAG.!!!
It's free, fun, and you have a chance to win money.
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10 Millionth Post Grub and WAG Prizes
To celebrate our reaching the 10-million post mark, we're going to give away some prizes as a way to thank the community who has made this possible.
The prizes are as follows:
* $1,000 to the person who posts the 10 millionth post.
* $50 each and a Free Annual Subscription to the people who post number 9,999,999 and 10,000,001.
* $250 to the person who comes closest to guessing the exact date and time of the 10 millionth post.
http://www.investorshub.com/boards/board.asp?board_id=1594
Have fun,
Phil
It sounds like you wanna answer for me, so you go first.
Betcha he doesn't respond.
Edit...with the truth.
Are you a betting man, O?
I've read tales of many youngsters who were that patriotic...dating back to Civil War days.
Can't you tell by my signature?
And hey, btw...
Why didn't you atted the New Year's Eve Party at The Corner Bar Board here on iHub? Would have great to see you there.
My grandfather did much the same!
He enlisted into WWI at the age of 16!
Yes. I have a picture of him...typical of that era, I guess. Has a scarf around his neck (tucked in his jacket)...and, am not sure but I think the crossed swords (?) pin on his lapel signify his rank at the time (lieutenant?).
I was told he was awarded two purple hearts. And was declard missing in action for awhile.
I read a letter he wrote home about when they liberated a concentration camp (there were pictures also... terrible-looking)....he said, as near as I can remember... that if they would have got there just one hour earlier they could have saved so many more lives.
okay, cool, thak you
still very interesting though
I don't know. I've never looked for any info.
I read the book when I was about 19 years old. And, at the time I didn't realize he was my Great-Uncle because he had a fairly common name.
Later, when I went home on vacation, I just happened to mention what I thought was a coincidence to my Mom. She started laughing...and then told me he was her Uncle. She thought I knew...everybody else did except me it seemed.
very impressive, any links to where i could read about that?
My Great-Uncle did the very same thing during World War 11...albeit the story varies. Some say he was 14 but others claim he was 16.
Whatever age he was, he lied about it...and was inducted into the Army where he served with distinction.
He is mentioned by name in Audie Murphy's book...To Hell And Back. And like Audie Murphy... he received a battlefield commission.
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