<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:05:57.436-05:00</updated><category term='blondes you got to love them'/><category term='Those old farmers are BAD'/><category term='If the ARK was built today'/><category term='still here need a car let me know'/><category term='give your lady a valentine laugh and kiss'/><category term='new die cast cars for you oldtimers'/><category term='lets offend every one'/><category term='something to see'/><category term='nice place'/><category term='INTERVIEW WITH GOD'/><category term='happy Fall 2009'/><category term='etsy.com go there to'/><title type='text'>Grandpa's Cars</title><subtitle type='html'>Die cast cars from the past and present.Looking for a special car from your past. One that has memories attacted to it from your youth? I might have an 1/18 th scale model of it for you,visit and check my cars out, they are for sale.when you email me at Wrightfrncs@yahoo.com please put  "cars on blog" in the subject line so I will know it is not junk mail.
Thanks again for dropping by,,Have a beautiful day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-7775803168151968943</id><published>2010-09-25T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:36:39.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTERVIEW WITH GOD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABSOLUTELY BREATHTAKING, Worth watching - will make your day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not already had the pleasure, you are in for a treat!  Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the sound&lt;br /&gt; please click on:&lt;a title="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html" href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;The interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-7775803168151968943?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/7775803168151968943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=7775803168151968943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7775803168151968943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7775803168151968943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2010/09/absolutely-breathtaking-worth-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-6111942746038345269</id><published>2010-02-12T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:04:49.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give your lady a valentine laugh and kiss'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WYEpXrrTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7FbUUezI0fs/s1600-h/lips.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437419330711825714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WYEpXrrTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7FbUUezI0fs/s320/lips.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NINE WORDS WOMEN USE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F-- YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Send this to the men you know, to warn them about arguments they can avoid if they remember the terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Send this to all the women you know to give them a good laugh, cause they know it's true!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-6111942746038345269?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/6111942746038345269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=6111942746038345269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6111942746038345269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6111942746038345269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2010/02/nine-words-women-use-1-fine-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WYEpXrrTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7FbUUezI0fs/s72-c/lips.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-6640127971838830609</id><published>2010-02-01T12:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:25:55.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those old farmers are BAD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S2cObp4uLRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LSIWH0pdUP8/s1600-h/farmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433327343708810514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S2cObp4uLRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LSIWH0pdUP8/s320/farmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S2cOHyrbQvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rrjnVW6zYnI/s1600-h/old+ladys+and+farmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433327002471580402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S2cOHyrbQvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rrjnVW6zYnI/s320/old+ladys+and+farmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FARMER DECIDED HE WANTED TO GO TO TOWN AND SEE A MOVIE.THE TICKET AGENT ASKED,"SIR, WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR SHOULDER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD FARMER SAID, "THAT'S MY PET ROOSTER CHUCK. WHEREVER I GO, CHUCK GOES." "I'M SORRY SIR," SAID THE TICKET AGENT. "WE CAN'T ALLOW ANIMALS IN THE THEATER."THE OLD FARMER WENT AROUND THE CORNER AND STUFFED CHUCK DOWN HIS OVERALLS. THEN HE RETURNED TO THE BOOTH, BOUGHT A TICKET, AND ENTERED THE THEATER.HE SAT DOWN NEXT TO TWO OLD WIDOWS NAMED MILDRED AND MARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE STARTED AND THE ROOSTER BEGAN TO SQUIRM. THE OLD FARMER UNBUTTONED HIS FLY SO CHUCK COULD STICK HIS HEAD OUT AND WATCH THE MOVIE."MARGE," WHISPERED MILDRED."WHAT?" SAID MARGE."I THINK THE GUY NEXT TO ME IS A PERVERT.""WHAT MAKES YOU THINK SO?" ASKED MARGE?"HE UNDID HIS PANTS AND HE HAS HIS THING OUT", WHISPERED MILDRED."WELL, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT", SAID MARGE.. "AT OUR AGE WE'VE SEEN 'EM ALL""I THOUGHT SO TOO", SAID MILDRED, "BUT THIS ONE'S EATIN' MY POPCORN!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-6640127971838830609?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/6640127971838830609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=6640127971838830609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6640127971838830609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6640127971838830609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2010/02/farmer-decided-he-wanted-to-go-to-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S2cObp4uLRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LSIWH0pdUP8/s72-c/farmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-8294482967325317262</id><published>2009-11-02T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:27:57.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy Fall 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"HAPPY FALL Y'ALL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one pumpkin to another!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was asked by a coworker, 'What is it like to be a Christian?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coworker replied, 'It is like being a pumpkin.' God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was passed on to me by another pumpkin. Now it's your turn to pass it to other pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-8294482967325317262?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/8294482967325317262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=8294482967325317262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/8294482967325317262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/8294482967325317262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-fall-yall-from-one-pumpkin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-3079846095109232262</id><published>2009-03-02T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:44:28.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the&lt;br /&gt;Best prayers&lt;br /&gt;I think I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY THIS EVEN IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;I started not to do this,   but as I read it...&lt;br /&gt;I understood God to say,&lt;br /&gt;  'You need a miracle tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;  so here goes...Prov. 29:25 You never know&lt;br /&gt;when God is going to bless you!!&lt;br /&gt;Good things happen when&lt;br /&gt;you least expect them to !!&lt;br /&gt;Change the number in the subject box&lt;br /&gt;when you forward it by adding one!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I thank You for this day,&lt;br /&gt;I thank You for my being able to see&lt;br /&gt;and to hear this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because You are&lt;br /&gt;a forgiving and  understanding God.&lt;br /&gt;You have done so much for me&lt;br /&gt;and You keep on blessing me.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me this day for everything&lt;br /&gt;I have done, said, or thought&lt;br /&gt;that was not pleasing to you.I ask now for Your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;from all danger and harm.&lt;br /&gt;  Help me to start this day&lt;br /&gt;with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make the best of each and every day&lt;br /&gt;to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.&lt;br /&gt;Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.&lt;br /&gt;Let me not whine and whimper&lt;br /&gt;about things I have over which I have no control.And give me the best response&lt;br /&gt;when I'm pushed beyond my limits.I know that when I can't pray,&lt;br /&gt;You listen to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to use me to do Your will.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be&lt;br /&gt;a blessing to others.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me strong that I may help the weak...&lt;br /&gt;Keep me uplifted that I may have&lt;br /&gt;words of encouragement for others.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who are lost&lt;br /&gt;and can't find their way.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who are misjudged&lt;br /&gt;and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who&lt;br /&gt;don't know You intimately.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who will delete this&lt;br /&gt;without sharing it with others&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who don't believe.But I thank You because I believe&lt;br /&gt;that God changes people and&lt;br /&gt;God changes things.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all my sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;For each and every family member&lt;br /&gt;in their households.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for peace, love and joy&lt;br /&gt;in their homes; that they are out of debt&lt;br /&gt;and all their needs are met.&lt;br /&gt;  I pray that every eye that reads this&lt;br /&gt;knows there is no problem, circumstance,&lt;br /&gt;or situation greater than God.&lt;br /&gt;Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that these words be received&lt;br /&gt;into the hearts of every eye that sees them&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus'  name.  Amen!&lt;br /&gt;If you prayed this prayer,&lt;br /&gt;change the number in the subject box&lt;br /&gt;before forwarding the message&lt;br /&gt;so people can see how many&lt;br /&gt;other people have done so.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt; Just repeat this phrase and see how God moves!!&lt;br /&gt;God I love you and I need you,&lt;br /&gt;please come into my heart...&lt;br /&gt;Pass this message to 10 people except you and me.&lt;br /&gt;You will receive a miracle tomorrow.God will bless you.Know that you are already blessed  &lt;br /&gt;by the person who sent this to you.&lt;br /&gt;  It couldn't hurt!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-3079846095109232262?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/3079846095109232262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=3079846095109232262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/3079846095109232262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/3079846095109232262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-one-of-best-prayers-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-8340276466362564797</id><published>2008-12-26T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:23:53.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>XEROX IS DOING SOMETHING COOL&lt;br /&gt;If you go to this web site,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.letssaythanks.com/" href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;a class="parsedLink" href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.LetsSayThanks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq .&lt;br /&gt; You can't pick out who gets it, but it will go to a member of the armed services.&lt;br /&gt;How AMAZING it would be if we could get everyone we know to send one!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is FREE and it only takes a second.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be wonderful if the soldiers received a bunch of these?&lt;br /&gt; Whether you are for or against the war, our soldiers over there need to know we are behind them.&lt;br /&gt;This takes just 10 se conds and it's a wonderful way to say thank you.  We can never say enough thank you's.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking to time to support our military!&lt;br /&gt;JUST DO IT,, SAY THANKS TO THE GUYS AND GALS AWAY FROM HOME TO LET THEM KNOW WE ARE ALL THINKING OF THEM,,,, GRANDPA!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU ALL!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-8340276466362564797?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/8340276466362564797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=8340276466362564797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/8340276466362564797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/8340276466362564797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2008/12/xerox-is-doing-something-cool-if-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-8301994946404000761</id><published>2008-12-01T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:31:14.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAD AT THE MALL.&gt; &gt; I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some&gt; new shoes. We decided to grab a bite at the food&gt; court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting&gt; next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all&gt; different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. My&gt; dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and&gt; find him staring every time.&gt; &gt; When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically&gt; asked, 'What's the matter ! old man , never done&gt; anything wild n your life?'&gt; &gt; Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that&gt; I would not choke on his response; knowing he would&gt; have a good one. And in classic style he did not bat&gt; an eye in his response, 'Got drunk once and had sex&gt; with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my&gt; son.'&gt; &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-8301994946404000761?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/8301994946404000761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=8301994946404000761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/8301994946404000761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/8301994946404000761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2008/12/dad-at-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-6184985499604835348</id><published>2008-11-11T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:12:35.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If the ARK was built today'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You guys out there,, this is what would happen if Noah  tryed to build the ARK today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice reading, cool pix!  turn my music off and listen to the one with the site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~hideaway_today/t133/noah.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://home.att.net:80/~hideaway_today/t133/noah.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-6184985499604835348?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/6184985499604835348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=6184985499604835348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6184985499604835348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6184985499604835348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-guys-out-there-this-is-what-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-1768146992053441876</id><published>2008-10-05T17:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:20:13.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a valuable piece of information to keep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familywatchdog.us/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.FamilyWatchDog.us&lt;/a&gt;When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with your house as a small icon of a house. There will be red, blue and green dots surrounding your entire neighborhood. When you click on these dots a picture of a criminal will appear with his or her home address and the description of the crime he or she has committed.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that you can show your children these pictures and see how close these people live to your home or school.&lt;br /&gt;This site was developed by John Walsh from Americas Most Wanted. This is another tool we can use to help us keep our kids safe.&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on to everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a good thing to know,, so we can keep the children safe and maybe US, also.    God bless us all, we need it,,,,,, Fran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-1768146992053441876?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/1768146992053441876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=1768146992053441876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1768146992053441876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1768146992053441876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-valuable-piece-of-information.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-821505927273313481</id><published>2008-09-03T14:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:44:58.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new die cast cars for you oldtimers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi, every one,,, how are you all??&lt;br /&gt;I have just listed some new die cast cars, on my site.&lt;br /&gt;I hope any one interested in cars would check them out, I will listing some more in the near future,,&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested,, Email me At&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Wrightfrncs@yahoo.com"&gt;Wrightfrncs@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; and  put """ car on blog """"on the subject line,,&lt;br /&gt;that way I can tell it is not junk mail.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for checking me out,,,, your old GRANDPA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-821505927273313481?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/821505927273313481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=821505927273313481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/821505927273313481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/821505927273313481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-every-one-how-are-you-all-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-7690645230035410921</id><published>2008-08-20T12:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:42:46.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets offend every one'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SKxI99caCSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bbZybBsAZrs/s1600-h/out+side+Buddy+2-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236640696027973922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SKxI99caCSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bbZybBsAZrs/s320/out+side+Buddy+2-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          This is my Border Collie  "Buddy".... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SKxIHG9AZTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YcxRPi2SlCw/s1600-h/gods+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236639753687819570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SKxIHG9AZTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YcxRPi2SlCw/s320/gods+rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              this is an actual picture of the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S OFFEND EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the Cuban National Anthem?&lt;br /&gt;A. Row, Row, Row Your Boat&lt;br /&gt;Q. Where does an Irish family go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;A. A different bar&lt;br /&gt;Q. What did the Chinese couple name their retarded baby?&lt;br /&gt;A. Sum Ting Wong&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other?&lt;br /&gt;A. A speech impediment&lt;br /&gt;Q. What does it mean when the Post Office's flag is flying at half-mast?&lt;br /&gt;A. They're hiring&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why aren't there any Puerto Ricans on Star Trek?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because they're not going to work in the future either&lt;br /&gt;.Q. What do you call a Mississippi farmer with a sheep under each arm?&lt;br /&gt;A. A pimp.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why do Driver Education classes in redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it.&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo?&lt;br /&gt;A. The southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with a recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Q How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F' word?&lt;br /&gt;A. Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell 'BINGO!'&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale???&lt;br /&gt;A. A northern fairytale begins, 'Once upon a time...' and a southern fairytale begins, 'Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit.'!&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why doesn't Mexico have an Olympic team?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because all the Mexicans who can run, jump or swim are already in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didn't getr any one mad at me!!! Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-7690645230035410921?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/7690645230035410921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=7690645230035410921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7690645230035410921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7690645230035410921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-my-border-collie-buddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SKxI99caCSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bbZybBsAZrs/s72-c/out+side+Buddy+2-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-1246081171398528102</id><published>2008-01-26T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:21:03.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please read this!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Cop&lt;br /&gt;The funeral line was long, there are an awful lot of cars. Folks came out of the restaurants and they came out of the bars.The workers at the construction sitesall let their hammers drop.Someone asked. "What is this all for?"And they said,"Aw, just a Cop." Some chuckled at the passing cars,some shed a silent tear,some people said, stupid.""All these dumb policemen here.""How come they are not out fighting crime?""Or in a doughnut shop?""Sure is a lot of trouble, for someone who's just a Cop." They blocked the intersections, and blocked the interstate.People yelled and cursed,"damn, it's going to make me late!""This is really ridiculous!""They're making' us all stop!""It seems they are sure wasting time, on someone who's just a Cop." Into the cemetery now, the slow procession comes; The woeful Taps are slowly played.there are loud salutes from guns.the graveyard workers shake their heads"This service is a flop.""There are lots of good words wasted, On someone who's just a Cop"Yeah, just a Cop to most folks,Did his duty every day.Trying to protect us,until his life was taken away.When he got to heaven,St. Peter put him at the top.An angel asked him,"Who was that?"And he said, "Aw, just a Cop." The Judgment :The Officer stood and faced his God,which must always come to pass.He hoped his shoes were shinning,just as brightly as his brass."Step forward now, Officer,How shall I deal with you?Have you always turned the other cheek?To my church have you been true?" The Officer squared his shoulder and said,"No, Lord, I guess I am not,because those of us who carry badges can'talways be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays,and at times my talk was rough.Sometimes I've been violentbecause the streets are tough. But I never took a pennythat wasn't mine to keep.Though I worked a lot of overtime,when the bills got too steep.I never passed a cry for helpthough at times I shook with fear,and sometimes, God forgive me,I've wept an unmanly tear. I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.They never wanted me around except to calm their fear. If you've a place for me here, Lord,it needn't be so grand.I never expected or had too much,but if you don't...I'll understand." There was silence all around the throne,where the saints often trod.As the officer waited quietly for the judgment of his God. "Step forward now, Officer." "You've borne your burdens well." "Come walk a beat on heaven's streets," "You've done your time in Hell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-1246081171398528102?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/1246081171398528102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=1246081171398528102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1246081171398528102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1246081171398528102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-read-this-just-cop-funeral-line.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-3325340380454841785</id><published>2007-11-02T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:21:55.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to see'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice place'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/search_results_seller.php?search_type=seller_usernames&amp;amp;search_query=thewrightplace"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/search_results_seller.php?search_type=seller_usernames&amp;amp;search_query=thewrightplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is the place you find find my store in Etsy.com easy to do,,, other people there also with handmade things to sell,, you might see something you like some whaere on there,,,   check it out  &lt;br /&gt;Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-3325340380454841785?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/3325340380454841785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=3325340380454841785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/3325340380454841785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/3325340380454841785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-1819663442444227898</id><published>2007-11-02T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:12:51.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still here need a car let me know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy.com go there to'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi every one,, thought I died.. didn't you????&lt;br /&gt;Ha HA ,,, nope still here,,still getting older !! YEP,,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know I have some diecast cars I am looking to sell, if you are looking for something, special,, let me know maybe I have just what you are looking for,, It is a lot of mess to put the photos on here, but I'll do it if you want something just let me know,, also,  The old gal, Fran, has a new thing going,  on the handmade site ~~~~ Etsy.com~~~~&lt;br /&gt;You can find her items under the name ~~~~thewrightplace~~~~&lt;br /&gt;it is easy to do just type in that site and where the drop down is highlite the sellers name, then hit search,,, I hope you check out her work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;well, thats about it for now, thanks for stopping by, if I don't get back here for a while have Happy Holidays   ~~~  Your old grandpa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  and Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/search_results_seller.php?search_type=seller_usernames&amp;amp;search_query=thewrightplace"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/search_results_seller.php?search_type=seller_usernames&amp;amp;search_query=thewrightplace&lt;/a&gt;    use this to find it,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-1819663442444227898?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/1819663442444227898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=1819663442444227898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1819663442444227898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1819663442444227898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-every-one-thought-i-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-7477659429616341353</id><published>2007-06-23T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:11:17.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW THIS IS FUNNY</title><content type='html'>An 80-year old man goes for a physical. All of his tests come back with normal results. The doctor says, "Chuck, everything looks great. How are you doing mentally and emotionally? Are you at peace with God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck replies, "God and I are tight. He knows I have poor eyesight, so he's fixed it so when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, poof! the light goes on. When I'm done, poof! the light goes off."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that's incredible." the doctor says. A little later in the day, the doctor calls Chuck's wife. "Ethel," he says, "Chuck is doing fine! But I had to call you as I am in awe of his relationship with God. Is it true that he gets up during the night and poof! the light goes on in the bathroom, and when he's done poof! the light goes off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!" Ethel exclaims. "he's peeing in the refrigerator again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OLD ,,, but not that old!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; But I can still chuckle about this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can you?     from your old   Grandpa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-7477659429616341353?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/7477659429616341353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=7477659429616341353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7477659429616341353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7477659429616341353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-this-is-funny.html' title='NOW THIS IS FUNNY'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-7023490519426528442</id><published>2007-05-18T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:34:46.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes you got to love them'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage.&lt;br /&gt; A blonde &gt;&lt;br /&gt;came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten.&lt;br /&gt;We all looked at each other &gt;and another customer asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?"&lt;br /&gt; She replied, &gt;"You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have lost it &gt;and need a new one.."&lt;br /&gt; She replied that she did not know exactly what it &gt;was, but this piece had always been there. The mechanic gave her a piece &gt;of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She &gt;drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710.&lt;br /&gt;He then took her over &gt;to another car which had its hood up and asked "is there a 710 on this &gt;car?"&lt;br /&gt; She pointed and said, "Of course, its right there." If you're not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sure what a 710 is Click Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotautoweb.com/cogifs/710.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.hotautoweb.com/cogifs/710.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN LAUGH NOW!!!! I AM!!!! YOUR OLD GRAND PA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-7023490519426528442?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/7023490519426528442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=7023490519426528442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7023490519426528442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/7023490519426528442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/05/few-days-ago-i-was-having-some-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-6270392141093980303</id><published>2007-05-02T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:17:07.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Rji5IasWchI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jpCGW9NDkPc/s1600-h/surfer+grandma!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059997735606186514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Rji5IasWchI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jpCGW9NDkPc/s320/surfer+grandma!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-6270392141093980303?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/6270392141093980303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=6270392141093980303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6270392141093980303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/6270392141093980303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Rji5IasWchI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jpCGW9NDkPc/s72-c/surfer+grandma!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-580418283263428784</id><published>2007-05-02T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:13:07.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE FOR THE GALS!!! (laughing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ THIS ONE LADIES~~~~~~AND YOU TO ~~ MEN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil Change instructions for Women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1)  Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 miles since the last oil change..&lt;br /&gt;2) Drink a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;3) 15 minutes later, write a check and leave with a properly maintained vehicle.&lt;br /&gt; Money spent:Oil Change: $20.00Coffee:         $1.00Total:           $21.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil Change instructions for Men :&lt;br /&gt;1) Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, write a check for $50.00.&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop by 7/11 and buy a case of beer, write a check for $20, drive home.&lt;br /&gt;3) Open a beer and drink it.&lt;br /&gt;4) Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.&lt;br /&gt;5) Find jack stands under kid's pedal car.&lt;br /&gt;6) In frustration, open another beer and drink it.&lt;br /&gt;7) Place drain pan under engine.&lt;br /&gt;8) Look for 9/16 box end wrench&lt;br /&gt;.9) Give up and use crescent wrench.&lt;br /&gt;10) Unscrew drain plug.&lt;br /&gt;11) Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss..&lt;br /&gt;12) Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil.&lt;br /&gt;13) Have another beer while watching oil drain.&lt;br /&gt;14) Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench.&lt;br /&gt;15) Give up; crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off.&lt;br /&gt;16) Crawl out from under car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer.&lt;br /&gt;17) Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface.&lt;br /&gt;18) Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.&lt;br /&gt;19) Remember drain plug from step 11.&lt;br /&gt;20) Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan.&lt;br /&gt;21) Drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;22) Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill.&lt;br /&gt;23) Get drain plug back in with only a minor spill.&lt;br /&gt; Drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;24) Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame removing any excess skin between knuckles and frame.&lt;br /&gt; 25) Begin cussing fit.&lt;br /&gt;26) Throw stupid crescent wrench.&lt;br /&gt;27) Cuss for additional 5 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy.&lt;br /&gt;28) Beer.&lt;br /&gt;29) Clean up hands and bandage as required to stop blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;30) Beer.&lt;br /&gt; 31) Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.&lt;br /&gt;32) Beer.&lt;br /&gt;33) Lower car from jack stands..&lt;br /&gt;34) Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during any missed steps.&lt;br /&gt;35) Beer.&lt;br /&gt;36) Test drive car.&lt;br /&gt;37) Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;38) Car gets impounded.&lt;br /&gt;39) Call loving wife, make bail.&lt;br /&gt;40) 12 hours later, get car from impound yard.Money spent:Parts:                     $50.00DUI:                     $2500.00Impound fee:           $75.00 Bail:                       $1500.00Beer:                     $20.00Total:                     $4,145.00 But you know the job was done right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND THIS TO WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH......AND TO MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT.....   COME ON NOW !!!!!   THIS IS WORTH A BIG LAUGH!!!!  RIGHT GUYS????&lt;br /&gt;     FROM YOUR OLD GRANDPA,,,AND FRAN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-580418283263428784?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/580418283263428784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=580418283263428784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/580418283263428784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/580418283263428784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-for-gals-laughing.html' title='ONE FOR THE GALS!!! (laughing)'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-1348417209335560066</id><published>2007-03-07T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T11:54:40.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULD NOT HELP MY SELF,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Re7t6JnlYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvMrchJafM8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039226616344306370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Re7t6JnlYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvMrchJafM8/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST HAD TO SHARE THIS!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-1348417209335560066?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/1348417209335560066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=1348417209335560066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1348417209335560066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/1348417209335560066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-could-not-help-my-self.html' title='I COULD NOT HELP MY SELF,,,'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Re7t6JnlYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvMrchJafM8/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-117191809597316130</id><published>2007-02-19T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:48:16.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/1600/138001/blog%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/320/382387/blog%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMELESS PERSON&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the busy footpath, knowing I was late for an important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.Wearing what can only be describes as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out, reach out!"&lt;br /&gt;¯¯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¯So I did.........&lt;br /&gt;.I get out of the hospital in about 3 months&lt;br /&gt;.It would be nice to get a card or maybe a visitor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-117191809597316130?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/117191809597316130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=117191809597316130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117191809597316130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117191809597316130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/02/homeless-person-as-i-walked-down-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-117191790562384634</id><published>2007-02-19T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:45:05.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/1600/5394/blog%20%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/320/278195/blog%20%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/1600/382551/blog%20%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-117191790562384634?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/117191790562384634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=117191790562384634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117191790562384634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117191790562384634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-117165189822102644</id><published>2007-02-16T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:51:38.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/1600/999099/Mensrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/320/684300/Mensrest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's restroom design~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that women have been held back and underpaid in theworkplace.&lt;br /&gt;Edge Designs is an all women run company that designs interior office space.&lt;br /&gt;They had a recent opportunity to do an office project in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;The client allowed the women of this company a free hand in all design aspects.&lt;br /&gt;The client was a company that was also run by all women execs..&lt;br /&gt;.The result............well.......We all know that men never talk ...never look at each other....and never laugh much in the restroom....The men's room is a serious and quiet place...........&lt;br /&gt;.But now .with the addition of one mural on the wall.....&lt;br /&gt;.lets just say the men's restroom is a place of laughter and smiles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-117165189822102644?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/117165189822102644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=117165189822102644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117165189822102644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117165189822102644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/02/mens-restroom-design-we-all-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-117165013829276460</id><published>2007-02-16T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:22:18.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subject: COACH'S INSTRUCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must read for Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Those who aren't will love it, too. At one point during a game, the coach called one of his 9-year-old baseball players aside and asked, "Do you understand what cooperation is? What a team is?"&lt;br /&gt;The little boy nodded in the affirmative&lt;br /&gt;."Do you understand that what matters is whether we win or lose together as a team?"&lt;br /&gt;The little boy nodded yes.&lt;br /&gt;"So," the coach continued, "I'm sure you know, when an out is called, you shouldn't argue, curse, attack the umpire, or call him a pecker-head. Do you understand all that?&lt;br /&gt;Again the little boy nodded.&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "And when I take you out of the game so another boy gets a chance to play, it's not good sportsmanship to call your coach 'a dumb ass' is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Again the little boy nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said the coach. "Now go over there and explain all that to your grandmother".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-117165013829276460?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/117165013829276460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=117165013829276460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117165013829276460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/117165013829276460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/02/subject-coachs-instructions-must-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-116975098427197453</id><published>2007-01-25T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:49:44.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wisdom from Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot on the kind of chick he marries.&lt;br /&gt;Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his salt that he forgets his sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Too many couples marry for better, or for worse, but not for good.&lt;br /&gt;When a man marries a woman, they become one; but the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;If a man has enough horse sense to treat his wife like a thoroughbred, she will never turn into an old nag.&lt;br /&gt;On anniversaries, the wise husband always forgets the past - but never the present.&lt;br /&gt;A foolish husband says to his wife, "Honey, you stick to the washin', ironin', cookin' and scrubbin'. No wife of mine is gonna " work"."&lt;br /&gt;Many girls like to marry a military man - he can cook, sew, and make beds and is in good health, and he's already used to taking orders.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.&lt;br /&gt;How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?&lt;br /&gt;You know you are getting old, when everything either dries up or leaks.&lt;br /&gt;Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you.&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT day.......and keep Laughing!&lt;br /&gt;It's good for the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-116975098427197453?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/116975098427197453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=116975098427197453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116975098427197453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116975098427197453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/01/wisdom-from-grandpa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-116871555473813161</id><published>2007-01-13T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:12:34.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How True it is ?&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed and we all are a little older Last summer felt hotter&lt;br /&gt;and winter seems much colder. ?&lt;br /&gt;I rack my brain for happy thoughts, to put down on my pad, But lots of things that come to mind&lt;br /&gt;just make me kind of sad. ?&lt;br /&gt;There was a time not long ago when life was quite a blast. Now I fully understand&lt;br /&gt;about "Living in the Past". ?&lt;br /&gt;We used to go to friends homes, football games and lunches. Now we go to therapy, hospitals,&lt;br /&gt;and after-funeral brunches. ?&lt;br /&gt;We used to go out dining, and couldn't get our fill. Now we ask for doggie bags,&lt;br /&gt;come home and take a pill. ?&lt;br /&gt;We used to often travel to places near and far. Now we get backaches&lt;br /&gt;from riding in the car. ?&lt;br /&gt;We used to go out shopping for new clothing at the Mall But, now we never bother...&lt;br /&gt;all the sizes are too small. ?&lt;br /&gt;That, my friend is how life is, and now my tale is told. So, enjoy each day and live it up...&lt;br /&gt;before you're too dadblamed old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST THINK ABOUT IT!!! IT IS ALL TRUE !!!LOVEYOU ALL .......GRANDPA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-116871555473813161?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/116871555473813161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=116871555473813161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116871555473813161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116871555473813161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-true-it-is-another-year-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-116828813788792542</id><published>2007-01-08T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:28:57.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Month After Christmas&lt;br /&gt; 'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house&gt; Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.&lt;br /&gt;The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste. All the holiday parties had gone to my waist. When I got on the scales there arose such a number!&lt;br /&gt; When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber). I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese&lt;br /&gt; And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."&lt;br /&gt; As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt.  And prepared once again to do battle with dirt-- I said to myself, as I only can. "You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"&lt;br /&gt;So, away with the last of the sour cream dip,&lt;br /&gt; Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip&lt;br /&gt; Every last bit of food that I like must be banished    'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.&lt;br /&gt; I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.    I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.   I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,&lt;br /&gt; I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.&lt;br /&gt; I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore--&lt;br /&gt; But isn't that what January is for?&lt;br /&gt; Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-116828813788792542?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/116828813788792542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=116828813788792542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116828813788792542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116828813788792542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2007/01/month-after-christmas-twas-month-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-116588322458469020</id><published>2006-12-11T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:27:04.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday Eating Tips&lt;br /&gt;1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?&lt;br /&gt;6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?&lt;br /&gt;9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.&lt;br /&gt;10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Remember this motto to live by:&lt;br /&gt;"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"&lt;br /&gt;Have an amazing Holly Day Season!&lt;br /&gt;(can someone pass me a plate?)  Think about this one (Ha Ha) from old Grandpa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-116588322458469020?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/116588322458469020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=116588322458469020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116588322458469020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116588322458469020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-eating-tips-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-116379648923385076</id><published>2006-11-17T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:48:09.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True" Friendship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of that Sissy Crap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never actually come close to reality? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sorry bastard who made you sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse it could be until you quit whining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you are confused -- I will use little words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. I don't want whatever you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because you are my friend". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is like peeing your pants, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone can see it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only you can feel the true warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to 10 of your closest friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then get depressed because you can only think &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-116379648923385076?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/116379648923385076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=116379648923385076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116379648923385076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116379648923385076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/11/true-friendship-none-of-that-sissy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-116085221611491247</id><published>2006-10-14T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:56:56.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only people who live or have lived in New Jersey will like this one!!! BUT  I LIVE HERE AND THINK ITS FUNNY,,,&lt;br /&gt;NO??       YOU DON'T????           Okay???&lt;br /&gt;This might even be true about some other city in AMERICA!!!  Some cities close to NJ (and I am not naming them) are like Bagdad,, as many killing in a day.&lt;br /&gt; We all need to take more care of one another, not be doing these awful things to one another,, don't you think???? Any way that's what Grand Pa, thinks,,,,,,,,,take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICKING ON LITTLE OLD NEW JERSEY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him.&lt;br /&gt;The new guy was a wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey what's the matter?" Jack asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man.  I've been transferred to New Jersey," the other guy answered. "There's crazy people in New Jersey.  They have shootings, gangs, race  riots, drugs, the highest crime rate.&lt;br /&gt;""Hold on," Jack interrupted. "I've lived in New Jersey all my life. &lt;br /&gt;It is not as bad as the media says.  Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own  business, enroll your kids in a good  school and it's as safe as anywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;"The other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh, thank you.  I've been worried to death.&lt;br /&gt; But if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it.&lt;br /&gt;  What do you do for  a living?"&lt;br /&gt;"Me?" said Jack. "I'm a tail gunner on a Coca-Cola truck in Camden."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-116085221611491247?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/116085221611491247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=116085221611491247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116085221611491247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/116085221611491247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/10/only-people-who-live-or-have-lived-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115989804992946002</id><published>2006-10-03T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:54:09.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of you might be too young to remember these "Good Old Days".  &lt;br /&gt;"Blast From The Past" What a great blast from the past! I haven't thought about "fender skirts" in years.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I considered it such a funny term. Made me think of a car in a dress. Thinking about "fender skirts" started me thinking about other words that quietly disappear from our language with hardly a notice. Like "curb feelers" and "steering knobs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'd been thinking of cars, my mind naturally went that direction first. Any kids will probably have to find some elderly person over 50 to explain some of these terms.&lt;br /&gt; Remember "Continental kits?" They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car as cool as a Lincoln Continental.&lt;br /&gt;When did we quit calling them "emergency brakes?" At some point "parking brake" became the proper term. But I miss the hint of drama that went with "emergency brake." I'm sad, too, that almost all the old folks are gone who would call the accelerator the "foot feed."&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you ever wait at the street for your daddy to come home, so you could ride the "running board" up to the house?&lt;br /&gt; Here's a phrase I heard all the time in my youth but never anymore - "store-bought." Of course, just about everything is store-bought these days. But once it was bragging material to have a store-bought dress or a store-bought bag of candy.&lt;br /&gt;"Coast to coast" is a phrase that once held all sorts of excitement and now means almost nothing. Nowadays we take the term "worldwide" for granted. This floors me. On a smaller scale, "wall-to-wall" was once a magical term in our homes. In the '50s, everyone covered their hardwood floors with, wow, wall-to-wall carpeting! Today, everyone replaces their wall-to-wall carpeting with hardwood floors. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you heard the quaint phrase "in a family way?" It's hard to imagine that the word "pregnant" was once considered a little too graphic, a little too clinical for use in polite company. So we had all that talk about stork visits and "being in a family way" or simply "expecting."&lt;br /&gt; Apparently "brassiere" is a word no longer in usage. I said it the other day and my daughter cracked up. I guess it's just "bra" now. "Unmentionables" probably wouldn't be understood at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to recall that this word was once said in a whisper -"divorce."  And no one is called a "divorcee" anymore. Certainly not a "gay divorcee." Come to think of it, "confirmed bachelors" and "career girls" are long gone, too.&lt;br /&gt;I always loved going to the "picture show".    Most of these words go back to the '50s, but here's a pure '60s phrase I came across the other day..... "rat fink." Ooh, what a nasty put-down! Here's a word I miss - "percolator." That was just a fun word to say. And what was it replaced with? "Coffeemaker." How dull. Mr. Coffee, I blame you for this. I miss those made-up marketing words that were meant to sound so modern and now sound so retro.&lt;br /&gt; Words like "DynaFlow" and "ElectraLuxe." Introducing the 1963 Admiral TV, now with "SpectraVision!" Food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;  What happened to "lumbago"? Nobody complains of that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what castor oil cured, because I never hear mothers threatening their kids with castor oil anymore. Some words aren't gone, but are definitely on the endangered list.&lt;br /&gt; The one that grieves me most - "supper." Now everybody says "dinner." Save a great word. Invite someone to supper.  Discuss fender skirts.&lt;br /&gt; Someone forwarded this to me, and I thought some of us of a "certain age" would remember most of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115989804992946002?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115989804992946002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115989804992946002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115989804992946002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115989804992946002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-of-you-might-be-too-young-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115748197110932848</id><published>2006-09-05T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:46:11.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Sept 11 th,, here is a way to do that!</title><content type='html'>Subject: September 11th, 2006, an American flag should be displayed&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join us in this FLY THE FLAG campaign and PLEASE forward this email immediately to everyone in your address book asking them to also forward it. We have a little less than one week and counting to get the word out all across this great land and into every community in the United States of America .  If you forward this email to least 11 people and each of those people do the same...you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PROGRAM IS THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, September 11th, 2006, an American flag should be displayed outside every home, apartment, office, and store in the United States Every individual should make it their duty to display an American flag on this fifth anniversary of our country's worst tragedy. We do this in honor of those who lost their lives on 9/11, their families, friends and loved ones who continue to endure the pain, and those who today are fighting at home and abroad to preserve our cherished freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days, weeks and months following 9/11, our country was bathed in American flags as citizens mourned the incredible losses and stood shoulder-to-shoulder against terrorism. Sadly, those flags have all but disappeared. Our patriotism pulled us through some tough times and it shouldn't take another attack to galvanize us in solidarity. Our American flag is the fabric of our country and together we can prevail over terrorism of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action Plan: So, here's what we need you to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Forward this email to everyone you know (at least 11 people).  Please don't be the one to break this chain. Take a moment to think back to how you felt on 9/11 and let those sentiments guide you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115748197110932848?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115748197110932848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115748197110932848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115748197110932848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115748197110932848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/09/remember-sept-11-th-here-is-way-to-do.html' title='Remember Sept 11 th,, here is a way to do that!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115741274097717362</id><published>2006-09-04T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:32:20.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subject: The proposal &lt;br /&gt;     The older you are the funnier it gets...........&lt;br /&gt;           This is a story of two elderly people living in a mobile home park in Florida. He was a widower and she was a widow. They had known one another for a number of years.          &lt;br /&gt;One evening there was a community supper in the Club House, and the widower and widow made a foursome with two other singles.&lt;br /&gt;They had a wonderful evening and spirits were high.&lt;br /&gt; The widower sent a few admiring glances across the table, and the widow smiled coyly back at him.    &lt;br /&gt;  Finally, he plucked up his courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"       After about six seconds of careful consideration, she answered, "Yes. Yes, I will. "   &lt;br /&gt;   The meal ended with a few more pleasant exchanges and they went to their respective homes. The next morning, the widower was troubled. Did she say 'Yes', or did she say 'No'? He couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Try as he would, he just could not recall.&lt;br /&gt; He went over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank.&lt;br /&gt;He remembered asking the question, but for the life of him he could not recall her response.     &lt;br /&gt; With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called  her.   &lt;br /&gt;   First, he explained that he didn't remember as well as he used to.  Then he reviewed the lovely evening past.&lt;br /&gt; As he gained a little more courage he then inquired of her, "When I asked if you would marry me, did you say 'Yes' or did you say 'No'?"    &lt;br /&gt; "Why, you silly man, I said 'Yes. Yes I will.' And I meant it with  all my heart. "The widower was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;He felt his heart skip a beat. &lt;br /&gt;    Then she continued, "And I am so glad you called because I couldn't  remember who asked me."                                                         LORDY, I HOPE I NEVER GET THIS OLD!!!!!! FRAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115741274097717362?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115741274097717362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115741274097717362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115741274097717362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115741274097717362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/09/subject-proposal-older-you-are-funnier.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115618145425253431</id><published>2006-08-21T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:30:54.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my gift to you, a laugh for the day!!</title><content type='html'>Will I live to be 80?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently picked a new primary care doctor.&lt;br /&gt;After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "fairly well" for my age.&lt;br /&gt;A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him,"Do you think I'll live to be 80?"&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," I replied. "I'm not doing drugs, either."&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, my former doctor said that all red meat is very  unhealthy!"&lt;br /&gt; "Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing,hiking, or bicycling?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't," I said.&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said. "I don't do any of those things."&lt;br /&gt; He looked at me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Then, why do you give a shit?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115618145425253431?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115618145425253431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115618145425253431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115618145425253431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115618145425253431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-my-gift-to-you-laugh-for-day.html' title='This is my gift to you, a laugh for the day!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115549391885860295</id><published>2006-08-13T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:31:58.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE STORY I CHECKED IT OUT!!</title><content type='html'>Checked this out at &lt;a title="http://www.truthorfiction.com/" href="http://www.truthorfiction.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.truthorfiction.com/&lt;/a&gt; and it is true.  D.&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Fw: IWO JIMA&lt;br /&gt;             ----- True story written by Michael T. Powers                              &lt;br /&gt; "A Tale of Six Boys"               &lt;br /&gt;  Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the eighth grade class from Clinton, WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me.This fall's trip was especially memorable.          On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial.This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II. (The statue is located in Arlington, VA. over looking the Potomac River and DC.)   Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, "Where are you guys from?"  I told him that we were from Wisconsin. "Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story."                 &lt;br /&gt;(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC, to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who has since passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, D.C., but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.) When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.)                 &lt;br /&gt;"My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin. My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called "Flags of Our Fathers". It is the story of the six boys you see behind me.   "Six boys raised the flag.The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called "War." But it didn't turn out to be a game.   Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are generals who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old.                &lt;br /&gt; He pointed to the statue) "You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. Boys won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men.                 &lt;br /&gt;"The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the "old man" because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'                &lt;br /&gt; "The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes walked off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero.' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?' So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of our classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32, ten years after this picture was taken.                 &lt;br /&gt;"The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky. A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. The neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.                 &lt;br /&gt;"The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers, or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say, 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press.                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed in pain.                 &lt;br /&gt;"When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero.. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'                 &lt;br /&gt;"So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time."                  Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.   Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in between that sacrifice was made for our freedom. Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world. STOP and thank God for being alive and being free at someone else's sacrifice.             REMINDER:  Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day            &lt;br /&gt;Great story - worth your time. Please pass it along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115549391885860295?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115549391885860295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115549391885860295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115549391885860295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115549391885860295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/08/true-story-i-checked-it-out.html' title='TRUE STORY I CHECKED IT OUT!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115514488705233860</id><published>2006-08-09T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:34:47.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS one you MUST READ!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it DOES take a Rocket Scientist!! (True Story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at NASA built a gun specifically to launch standard 4 pound dead chickens at the windshields of airliners, military jets and the space shuttle, all traveling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.&lt;br /&gt;British engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to the British engineers. When the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurled out of the barrel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control console, snapped the engineer's back-rest in two, and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin, like an arrow shot from a bow.&lt;br /&gt;The horrified Brits sent NASA the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the US scientists for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to love this...&lt;br /&gt;NASA responded with a one-line memo -- "Defrost the chicken." (True Story)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115514488705233860?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115514488705233860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115514488705233860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115514488705233860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115514488705233860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-one-you-must-read.html' title='THIS one you MUST READ!!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115378907586594641</id><published>2006-07-24T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:57:55.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/life%20is%20all%20about%20ass.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/life%20is%20all%20about%20ass.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115378907586594641?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115378907586594641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115378907586594641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115378907586594641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115378907586594641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115378759870312363</id><published>2006-07-24T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:33:18.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck are you doing????</title><content type='html'>To who ever is sending all the emails,, to my mail box,, please stop it!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are wasting your time and mine, and they are just going into the junk box..&lt;br /&gt;I am just doing this for a little FUN, nothing serious!!&lt;br /&gt;I collect things, and have them here to sell if someone else wants them,&lt;br /&gt;but to send 35 emails signed ANONYMOUS, one day and 35 the next,&lt;br /&gt;is really stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I have read some of the the other  blogs and WOW, some are really something!!(laughing),&lt;br /&gt;but I am just an old person having fun, and trying to give some one something to smile about&lt;br /&gt;with the jokes,&lt;br /&gt;So, go play some where else,, and don't do this any more,,I'd appreciate it,,&lt;br /&gt;(and darn you made me go look up all these big words!!)&lt;br /&gt;        I still am old Grandpa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115378759870312363?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115378759870312363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115378759870312363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115378759870312363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115378759870312363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-heck-are-you-doing.html' title='What the heck are you doing????'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115335316552168481</id><published>2006-07-19T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:52:45.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD ADVISE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/old%20men%20for%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/old%20men%20for%20blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOW, THIS IS GOOD ADVISE,  DON'T YOU THINK??&lt;br /&gt;SO, FIND SOMETHING TO LAUGH ABOUT,,,, I'LL TRY KEEPING SOMETHING HERE  TO HELP YOU DO THAT!!  &lt;br /&gt;     GRANDPA.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115335316552168481?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115335316552168481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115335316552168481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115335316552168481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115335316552168481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-advise.html' title='GOOD ADVISE!!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115283734865589947</id><published>2006-07-13T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:35:48.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DO YOU THINK???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/John%20Wayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/John%20Wayne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I beleive this is AMERICA'S number one AMERICAN!!   What do you think???       Grandpa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115283734865589947?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115283734865589947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115283734865589947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115283734865589947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115283734865589947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-do-you-think.html' title='WHAT DO YOU THINK???'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115214341315536064</id><published>2006-07-05T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:50:13.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is true about Grandparents!</title><content type='html'>What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure. ~&lt;br /&gt;Gene PerretMy grandkids believe I'm the oldest thing in the world. And after two or three hours with them, I believe it, too.An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again. Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly.~&lt;br /&gt;Welsh ProverbPerfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.~&lt;br /&gt;Gore VidalNever have children, only grandchildren.~&lt;br /&gt;Ogden NashWhen grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.~&lt;br /&gt;Marcy DeMareeGrandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete.~&lt;br /&gt;Lois WyseIf I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I'd have had them first.~&lt;br /&gt;Henry YoungmanMy grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses .. Drinks right out of the bottle.~&lt;br /&gt;Mary H. WaldripGrandchildren are God's way of compensating us for growing old.&lt;br /&gt;~ProverbYou do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother.~&lt;br /&gt;Dave BarryThe best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby's grandparents. You feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida.~&lt;br /&gt;Alex HaleyNobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.~&lt;br /&gt;Joy HargroveOne of the most powerful handclasps is that of a new grandbaby around the finger of a grandfather.~&lt;br /&gt;G. Norman CollieGrandchildren don't make a man feel old; it's the knowledge that he's married to a grandmother.~&lt;br /&gt;Authors UnknownGrandmother-grandchild relationships are simple. Grandmas are short on criticism and long on love.Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting.Grandparents are similar to a piece of string - handy to have around and easily wrapped around the fingers of their grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;Grandmothers are just antique little girls.It's amazing how grandparents seem so young once you become one.A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside&lt;br /&gt;.Grandmas never run out of hugs or cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115214341315536064?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115214341315536064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115214341315536064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115214341315536064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115214341315536064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-true-about-grandparents.html' title='This is true about Grandparents!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115194977259284216</id><published>2006-07-03T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:02:52.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TO ALL YOU  " GUYS AND GALS"  OUT THERE,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STAY SAFE , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT TIME, with your kids,&lt;br /&gt; BE HAPPY , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT TIME WITH YOUR FRIENDS  AND FAMILIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO DRINKING AND DRIVING !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE WANT TO SEE EVERY ONE BACK FOR ANOTHER HOLIDAY!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some old time advise -   from --     old  Grandpa!!&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115194977259284216?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115194977259284216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115194977259284216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115194977259284216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115194977259284216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th !!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115125614852049805</id><published>2006-06-25T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T13:26:13.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EVER THOUGHT OF DOING THIS IN WALMART????</title><content type='html'>Our old friend, John, recently retired and, to help fill his days, now accompanies his wife on her shopping trips to the local Walmart.We know John and, therefore, can only speculate that extreme boredom has led to his recent disruptive behavior at the local WalMart...**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Volo,Over the past six months, your husband, John has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this type of behavior and have considered banning the entire family from shopping in any of our stores.We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance equipment. Three of our clerks are attending counseling from the trouble your husband has caused. All complaints against John have been compiled and are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wally WorrywartPresidentWal-Mart Complaint Department MEMORe: Mr. John Volo - Com plaints - 15 Things Mr. John Volo has done while his spouse/partner is shopping:&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15, took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;2. July 2, set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals&lt;br /&gt;.3. July 7, made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19, walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, "Code 3 in Housewares..." and watched what happened.&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4, went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&amp;M's on lay away.&lt;br /&gt;6. September 14, moved a "CAUTION - WET FLOOR" sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;7. September 15, set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;8. September 23, when a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to cry and asks, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"&lt;br /&gt;9. October 4, looke d right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, and picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;10. November 10, While handling guns in the hunting department, asked the clerk if he knows where the anti depressants are.&lt;br /&gt;11. December 3, Darted around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.&lt;br /&gt;12. December 6, In the auto department, practiced his "Madonna look" using different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;13. December 18, Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through, yelled "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker,he assumes the fetal position and screams "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"(And; last, but not least!)15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door and waited a while; then, yelled, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115125614852049805?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115125614852049805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115125614852049805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115125614852049805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115125614852049805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/06/ever-thought-of-doing-this-in-walmart.html' title='EVER THOUGHT OF DOING THIS IN WALMART????'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115074101444075792</id><published>2006-06-19T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:16:54.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GUYS,YOU REALLY NEED TO READ THIS ONE!!</title><content type='html'>This is on you will repeat I am sure !!      From the old Grandpa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Nun who worked for a local home health care agency was out making her rounds when she ran out of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it, there was a gas station just one block away. She walked to the station to borrow a can with enough gas to start the car and drive to the station for a fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendant regretfully told her that the only gas can he owned had just been loaned out, but if she would care to wait he was sure it would be back shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Since the nun was on the way to see a patient, she decided not to wait and walked back to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking through her car for something to carry to the station to fill with gas, she spotted a bedpan she was taking to the patient. Always resourceful, she carried it to the station, filled it with gasoline, and carried it back to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was pouring the gas into the tank of her car, two men watched her from across the street. One of them turned to the other and said:&lt;br /&gt;"I know that the Lord turned water into wine, but if that car starts, I'm going to church every Sunday for the rest of my life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115074101444075792?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115074101444075792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115074101444075792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115074101444075792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115074101444075792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/06/guysyou-really-need-to-read-this-one.html' title='GUYS,YOU REALLY NEED TO READ THIS ONE!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115038998797323808</id><published>2006-06-15T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:46:27.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO ALL YOU GUYS , BE YOU,, FATHERS , GRANDFATHERS,&lt;br /&gt;SONS , SON-IN-LAWS, UNCLES ,.GOD FATHERS,, ANY GUY WHO LOVES  A  CHILD!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOW TIME TO FEED THE FISH!! HOW DO YOU LIKE MY FISH POND?&lt;br /&gt;SINCE MY DOG DIED , THESE ARE THE ONLY THINGS I HAVE TIO THINK ABOUT  FEEDING!!&lt;br /&gt;OH, NO I FORGOT THAT STUPID  PARROT  !!  HAVE A GREAT FATHERS DAY,,, FROM JUST OLD GRANDPA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115038998797323808?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115038998797323808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115038998797323808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115038998797323808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115038998797323808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day-to-all-you-guys-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115038964515584590</id><published>2006-06-15T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:40:45.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to feed the fish!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/Yellow%20catus%20and%20fish%206-9-06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/Yellow%20catus%20and%20fish%206-9-06%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115038964515584590?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115038964515584590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115038964515584590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115038964515584590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115038964515584590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-feed-fish.html' title='Time to feed the fish!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-115014467096878159</id><published>2006-06-12T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:37:50.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMISE,if you read this you will say-- YEH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Somebody definitely needs a raise!!!&lt;br /&gt;A young guy from Minnesota moves to Florida and goes to a big "everything under one roof" department store looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;The manager says, "Do you have any sales experience?"  The kid says "Yeah, I was a salesman back in Minnesota."&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job. "You start tomorrow, I'll come down and after we close and see how you did."&lt;br /&gt;His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it.&lt;br /&gt; After the store was locked up, the boss came to see him,  "How many customers &gt;bought something from you today?&lt;br /&gt;The kid says "One".     The boss says "Just one?           Our sales people average 20-30 customers aday.&lt;br /&gt;How much was the sale for?"      The kid says, "$101,237.65, and that included the proper taxes.&lt;br /&gt;The boss says, $101,237.65?              What the heck did you sell him?"&lt;br /&gt;The kid says, "First, I sold him a small fish hook.&lt;br /&gt; Then I sold him a  medium fish hook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a larger fish hook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a new fishing rod.    Then I asked where he was going fishing and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat  department and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took   him down to the automotive department an sold him that 4x4 Expedition."&lt;br /&gt;The boss said "A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK? Is that right?"&lt;br /&gt;The kid answered, "No, the guy came in here to buy Tampons for his  wife, and I said,&lt;br /&gt; "Dude, your weekend's shot, you should go fishing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-115014467096878159?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/115014467096878159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=115014467096878159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115014467096878159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/115014467096878159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/06/promiseif-you-read-this-you-will-say.html' title='PROMISE,if you read this you will say-- YEH!!!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114955294594077350</id><published>2006-06-05T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:15:45.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAUGH FOR THE DAY!! Fathers Day is coming soon!!</title><content type='html'>Two guys were discussing popular family trends on sex, marriage, and values. Stu said, "I didn't sleep with my wife before we got married, Did you?" Leroy replied, "I'm not sure, What was her maiden name?******&lt;br /&gt; A little boy went up to his father and asked: "Dad, where did all of my intelligence come from?" The father replied. "Well son, you must have got it from your mother, cause I still have mine"-*****&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Clark, I have reviewed this case very carefully," the divorce Court Judge said, "And I've decided to give your wife $775 a week," "That's very fair, your honor," the husband said. "And every now and then I'll try to send her a few bucks myself," *******&lt;br /&gt; A doctor examined a woman, took the husband aside, and said, "I don't like the looks of your wife at all. "Me neither doc," said the husband. "But she's a great cook and really good with the kids. ******&lt;br /&gt;An old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he has been living with for the last 40 years. The Wizard says, "Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you. The old man says without hesitation, "I now pronounce you man and wife." ********&lt;br /&gt; Two Reasons Why It's So Hard To Solve A Redneck Murder 1.. All the DNA is the same. 2. There are no dental records.*******&lt;br /&gt; A blonde calls Delta Airlines and asks, "Can you tell me how long it'll take to fly from San Francisco to New York City?" The agent replies, "Just a minute.." "Thank you," the blonde says, and hangs up.*********&lt;br /&gt; Two Mexican detectives were investigating the murder of Juan Gonzalez. "How was he killed?" asked one detective. "With a golf gun," the other detective replied. "A golf gun?! What is a golf gun?" "I don't know. But it sure made a hole in Juan." *******&lt;br /&gt;This guy has been sitting in a bar all night, staring at a blonde wearing the tightest pants he's ever seen. Finally his curiosity gets the best of him, so he walks over and asks, "How do you get into those pants?" The young woman looks him over and replies, "Well, you could start by buying me a drink." *****&lt;br /&gt; Moe: "My wife got me to believe in religion." Joe: "Really?" Moe: "Yeah. Until I married her I didn't believe in hell."*******&lt;br /&gt;While shopping for vacation clothes, my husband and I passed a display of bathing suits. It had been at least ten years and twenty pounds since I had even considered buying a bathing suit, so I sought my husband's advice. "What do you think?" I asked. "Should I get a bikini or an all-in-one?" "Better get a bikini," he replied. "You'd never get it all in one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114955294594077350?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114955294594077350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114955294594077350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114955294594077350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114955294594077350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/06/laugh-for-day-fathers-day-is-coming.html' title='THE LAUGH FOR THE DAY!! Fathers Day is coming soon!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114936658326696830</id><published>2006-06-03T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:29:43.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SALE ! SALE !  FATHERS DAY SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hello to every one,,, glad you stopped by to check out my spot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I have , just in time for FATHERS DAY lowered  the prices on my die cast cars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I am clearing out my collection, they are all in boxes and not used.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all had a safe mmemorial day week end, "Old grand pa" stayed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; best place for me!! (laughing) can get in no trouble here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Well, I guess thats about all for now, you take care and check out the cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; you will be surprised at some  of them.    These are the ones you only see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; at car shows now adays. But, back in the "DAY"  They were the thing to have .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;           Have fun,,,, Grandpa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114936658326696830?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114936658326696830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114936658326696830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114936658326696830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114936658326696830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/06/sale-sale-fathers-day-sale.html' title='SALE ! SALE !  FATHERS DAY SALE!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114860223031397106</id><published>2006-05-25T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:10:30.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHERS DAY, JUNE 18 TH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FATHERS DAY  JUNE 18 TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE FOR YOU TO CHECK OUT MY DIE CAST CARS, FROM THE PAST,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ANY ONE WOULD BE A GREAT GIFT FOR THE MAN WHO REMEBERS THE 'GREAT OLD CARS FROM THE PAST'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMAIL ME , AND I WILL MAKE ARRANGMENTS TO SELL AND SHIP TO YOU FOR FATHERS DAY ONE OF THESE BEAUTIES.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY GUY THINKS ABOUT HIS FIRST CAR, MAYBE I HAVE ONE HERE JUST LIKE IT,,, CHECK IT OUT!!!                      GRANDPA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114860223031397106?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114860223031397106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114860223031397106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114860223031397106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114860223031397106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/05/fathers-day-june-18-th.html' title='FATHERS DAY, JUNE 18 TH'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114799585224812501</id><published>2006-05-18T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:44:12.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grandpa's Cars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114799585224812501?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/' title='Grandpa&apos;s Cars'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114799585224812501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114799585224812501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114799585224812501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114799585224812501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/05/grandpas-cars.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Cars'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114782352132729331</id><published>2006-05-16T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:53:52.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER STORY ABOUT THE 1950'S</title><content type='html'>Another Goody For The 50's Gang&lt;br /&gt;My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cuttingboard with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get foodpoisoning.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it rawsometimes, too.&lt;br /&gt;Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in abrown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember gettinge.coli.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of apristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.&lt;br /&gt;The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and apager was the school PA system.&lt;br /&gt;We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-trainingathletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.&lt;br /&gt;Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE mustbe much harder than gym&lt;br /&gt;.Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.&lt;br /&gt;We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health systemwe had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station,Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations&lt;br /&gt;.Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I gotthat bee sting?&lt;br /&gt;I could have been killed! We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-centbottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn 't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics,and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;I recall what was his name from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that? We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?&lt;br /&gt;We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!&lt;br /&gt;How did we ever survive?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T-~~~ SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED!!! I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114782352132729331?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114782352132729331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114782352132729331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114782352132729331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114782352132729331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-story-about-1950s.html' title='ANOTHER STORY ABOUT THE 1950&apos;S'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114748168728893339</id><published>2006-05-12T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T20:54:47.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, hello,, been a while since I have been here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Been mowing, and working out side,, really enjoy doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But, I would ike to take this time to wish all the Mothers out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A VERY  HAPPY  MOTHERS  DAY!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where would we be with out those gals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cooked and cleaned , raised the kids, and made us men happy  to.&lt;br /&gt;Bless them all, the wonderful Mothers,,&lt;br /&gt;      We love you gals !       from   Grand pa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114748168728893339?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114748168728893339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114748168728893339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114748168728893339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114748168728893339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114652749759019252</id><published>2006-05-01T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:56:47.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;kjwells@bellsouth.net&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;culvere@sbcglobal.net&gt;&lt;tfloyd@tj-marketing.com&gt;&lt;nanadavi@bellsouth.net&gt;&lt;rosewht@aol.com&gt;&lt;roper5737@aol.com&gt;&lt;jlmitchel2@comcast.net&gt;&lt;gdjones2000@msn.com&gt;&lt;jeanbarda@aol.com&gt;&lt;larkz@clearsurfusa.com&gt;&lt;inajjames@wmconnect.com&gt;&lt;langwl@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;frajac1@ix.netcom.com&gt;&lt;lynn_fitzgibbons@homedepot.com&gt;&lt;ellen.gallagher@reebok.com&gt;&lt;elsiemcole@aol.com&gt;&lt;alhudsonrealty@worldnet.att.net&gt;&lt;bwmoreland@charter.net&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is Grandma???&lt;br /&gt;Stay with this -- the answer is at the end.&lt;br /&gt;It will blow you away. One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.&lt;br /&gt;The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:'&lt;br /&gt;television'&lt;br /&gt;penicillin '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polio shots'&lt;br /&gt;frozen foods'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xerox'&lt;br /&gt;contact lenses'&lt;br /&gt;Frisbees and '&lt;br /&gt;the pill&lt;br /&gt;There was no: ' radar' credit cards' laser beams or ' ball-point pensMan had not invented:' pantyhose' air conditioners' dishwashers' clothes dryers' and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and '&lt;br /&gt;man hadn't yet walked on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandfather and I got married first, . . . and then lived together. Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir". And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir." We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up&lt;br /&gt;and take responsibility for our actions.&lt;br /&gt;Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.&lt;br /&gt;Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums. We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.&lt;br /&gt;If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan ' on it, it was junk. The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 &amp;amp;10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.&lt;br /&gt;You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.&lt;br /&gt;In my day: ' "grass" was mowed, ' "coke" was a cold drink, ' "pot" was something your mother cooked&lt;br /&gt;in and '&lt;br /&gt;"rock music" was your grandmother's&lt;br /&gt;lullaby. '&lt;br /&gt;"Aids" were helpers in the Principal's&lt;br /&gt;office, ' " chip" meant a piece of wood, ' "hardware" was found in a hardware store&lt;br /&gt;and ' "software" wasn't even a word.&lt;br /&gt;And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;I bet you have this old lady in mind...you are in for a shock! Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;This Woman would be only 58 years old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114652749759019252?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114652749759019252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114652749759019252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114652749759019252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114652749759019252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114609670990002990</id><published>2006-04-26T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:11:49.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/Ghostbusters,%20and%20%201957%20ford%20truck%20206%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/200/Ghostbusters%2C%20and%20%201957%20ford%20truck%20206%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/Ghostbusters,%20and%20%201957%20ford%20truck%20206%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/200/Ghostbusters%2C%20and%20%201957%20ford%20truck%20206%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Howdy!! well, I found two great additions to the collection, this Black 1957 Chevy Truck, it has been "tricked out" a little but it is sure sharp,&lt;br /&gt;Also found the Caddy that was in the Movie "GHOSTBUSTERS" , it even has the SLimer the Ghost with it, and all the attachments to go on top,, check these cars out,, they both are just new on the market,,, Well, enough, cars stuff , been out checking the flowers, the rain we got the other night sure made every thing pop,, GRASS also,, now tomorrow me and Grandma have to do some mowing,, so,, take care be good to one another,, I'm just your old Grandpa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114609670990002990?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114609670990002990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114609670990002990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114609670990002990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114609670990002990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/04/howdy-well-i-found-two-great-additions.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114581387050385910</id><published>2006-04-23T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:37:50.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN GOOD ADVISE!!!</title><content type='html'>NOT BAD ADVICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY A FARMER'S DONKEY FELL DOWN INTO A WELL.THE ANIMAL CRIED PITEOUSLY FOR HOURS AS THE FARMER TRIED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO. FINALLY HE DECIDED THE ANIMAL WAS OLD, AND THE WELL NEEDED TO BE COVERED UP ANYWAY; IT JUST WASN'T WORTH IT TO RETRIEVE THE DONKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE INVITED ALL HIS NEIGHBORS TO COME OVER AND HELP HIM. THEY ALL GRABBED A SHOVEL AND BEGAN TO SHOVEL DIRT INTO THE WELL. AT FIRST THE DONKEY RELEASED WHAT WAS HAPPENING AND CRIED HORRIBLY. THEN, TO EVERYONE'S AMAZEMENT HE QUIETED DOWN. a FEW SHOVEL LOADS LATER, THE FARMER FINALLY LOOKED DOWN THE WELL, AND WAS ASTONISHED AT WHAT HE SAW. WITH EVERY SHOVEL OF DIRT THAT HIT HIS BACK THE DONKEY WAS DOING SOMETHING AMAZING. HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND TAKE A STEP UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS THE FARMER'S NEIGHBORS CONTINUED TO SHOVEL DIRT ON TOP OF THE ANIMAL, HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND TAKE A STEP UP. PRETTY SOON, EVERYONE WAS AMAZED AS THE DONKEY STEPPED UP OVER THE EDGE OF THE WELL AND TROTTED OFF! LIFE IS GOING TO SHOVEL DIRT ON YOU, ALL KINDS OF DIRE. THE TRICK TO GETTING OUT OF THE WELL IS TO SHAKE IT OFF AND TAKE A STEP UP. EACH OF OUR TROUBLES IS A STEPPING STONE. WE CAN GET OUT OF THE DEEPEST WELLS JUST BY NOT STOPPING, NEVER GIVING UP!&lt;br /&gt;SHAKE IT OFF AND TAKE A STEP UP! REMEMBER THE FIVE SIMPLE RULES TO BE HAPPY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FREE YOU HEAD FROM HATRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FREE YOUR MIND FROM WORRIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 LIVE SIMPLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GIVE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. EXPECT LESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH OF THAT CRAP.... LATER THE DONKEY CAME BACK AND KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF THE FARMER WHO TRIED TO BURY HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: WHEN YOU TRY TO COVER YOUR ASS, IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO GET YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114581387050385910?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114581387050385910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114581387050385910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114581387050385910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114581387050385910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-good-advise.html' title='DAMN GOOD ADVISE!!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114557705747403863</id><published>2006-04-20T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:50:57.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO EVERY ONE WELCOME BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, hello every one,, hope you all had a wonderful Easter holiday,,, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thw temp. was 82 today here.. Lordy. I wonder what summer is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;my Hostas are about 12 inches high, and my rose bushes are getting thier leaves,,, a good sign.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I checked around today trying to remeber where I planted some of the flowers that will come up again this year,,  I found some.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My youngest son Ed,  a flat of Panseys (well, really for his mother) so I planted them around the fish pond, they look really nice.  It is supposed to rain Saturday, and Grandma's not to happy about that she has a craft show,, so the rain will wipe that out,,,,,.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, thats about all for this night, you all stay healthy and happy,,,, and be nice to others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114557705747403863?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114557705747403863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114557705747403863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114557705747403863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114557705747403863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-every-one-welcome-back.html' title='HELLO EVERY ONE WELCOME BACK!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114487197193952218</id><published>2006-04-12T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:59:31.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL, HELLO, EVERY ONE,, IT HAS BEEN A ROUGH WEEK, WE LOST A MEMBER OF GRANDMA'S FAAMILY HER UNCLE SAM, WHAT A SHAME BUT HE WAS REALLY SICK, HE WAS A GOOD MAN WOULD HELP YOU DO ANY THING,, YOU DO NOT FIND PEOPLE LIKE THAT AROUND ANY MORE.&lt;br /&gt;THAT MAN COULD WELD ANY THING, WHAT  I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IMPOSSIBLE HE WOULD JUST "DO IT ", HE SURE HAD THE GIFT. I WILL MISS HIS LONG TALKS WE HAD,, BLESS HIM.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, HIS WIFE OF 65 YEARS, AUNT ESTHER IS NOT WELL, SHE HAS HAD A STROKE ,SO, SHE IS TAKING IT HARD. WE WANT TO KEEP HER IN OUR PRAYERS ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, EASTER  HAS COME, SO THAT MEANS YARD WORK IS NOT FAR BEHIND,,OH HAPPY DAYS !!&lt;br /&gt;AND GRANDMA WILL WANT TO PLANT HER FLOWERS,, THAT WOMEN LOVES TO GET HER HANDS IN THE DIRT. "I SAY GO TO IT",WHAT EVER MAKES HER HAPPY (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;SO, YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAY HOW EVER YOU CELEBRATE IT,, JUST BE HAPPY WITH YOUR FAMILY'S,, BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW, WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS,,&lt;br /&gt;BE GOOD TO ONE ANOTHER ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,  FROM YOUR OLD    " GRANDPA"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114487197193952218?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114487197193952218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114487197193952218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114487197193952218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114487197193952218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-hello-every-one-it-has-been-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114393744518365605</id><published>2006-04-01T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:24:05.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello,, Happy Spring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well,,hello to every one,, the first of April,, what happened to winter?? The weather here is just great, my hyacinths are blomming, with the daffodils, I am getting the "itchy" to get the rototiller out.  I know it is a little to soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You know reading the news papers used to be , some what pleasureable,, now it is just terriable,, people shooting one another for no reason,, College kids ,gone missing. wives killing their families.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I do not know what the world is come to,, Thank God we live in the "country", and I pray  it stays that way. Am I the only one who would like to go back to the 1950's?? or maybe the 1960's  life was so different then,, I know I was young at the time, but the world around us was calm. well, (laughing) enough of the preaching for this day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.  love one another,, be nice,, smile,, just a few words from  Grandpa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114393744518365605?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114393744518365605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114393744518365605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114393744518365605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114393744518365605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-happy-spring.html' title='Hello,, Happy Spring!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114322776530684858</id><published>2006-03-24T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:17:44.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/capodimonte4cars%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/capodimonte4cars%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check it out!! 1957 CHEVY CORVETTE CONV. NOW THIS WAS A CLASSY CAR,, SEE YOUR SELF DRIVING DOWN ATLANTIC CITY IN IT, IN THE 1950'S... WOW!! REMEMBERING THE GOOD OLD DAYS, IT IS FUN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114322776530684858?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114322776530684858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114322776530684858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114322776530684858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114322776530684858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/03/check-it-out-1957-chevy-corvette-conv.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114247039512889427</id><published>2006-03-15T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:53:15.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another St. Paddy's day joke!!</title><content type='html'>Two men are sitting next to each other at a bar. After a while, one guy looks at the other and says, "I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland." The other guy responds proudly, "Yes, that I am!"&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says, "So am I! And whereabouts! from Ireland might you be?"                                 &lt;br /&gt;The other guy answers, "I'm from Dublin, I am."                                 &lt;br /&gt;The first guy responds, "Sure and begora, and so am I! And what street did you live on in Dublin?"                                    &lt;br /&gt;The other guy says, "A lovely little area it was. I lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town."                                &lt;br /&gt;The first guy says, "Faith, it's a small world, so did I! So did I!! And to what school would you have been going?"                                 &lt;br /&gt;The other guy answers, "Well now, I went to St. Mary's of course."                                  &lt;br /&gt;The first guy gets really excited and says, "And so did I. Tell me, what year did you graduate?"                                &lt;br /&gt;The other guy answers, "Well, now, let's see, I graduated in 1944."                          &lt;br /&gt;The first guy exclaims, "The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same bar tonight. Can you believe it - I graduated from St. Mary's in 1944 my own self."&lt;br /&gt;About this time, regular Kathleen O'Neil walks into the bar, sits, and orders a beer.&lt;br /&gt;Brian McGuire, the bartender, walks over to Kathleen, shaking his head and mutters, "It's going to be a long night in here tonight!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen asks, "Why do you say that, Brian?"&lt;br /&gt;"The Kelly twins are drunk again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114247039512889427?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114247039512889427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114247039512889427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114247039512889427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114247039512889427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-st-paddys-day-joke.html' title='Another St. Paddy&apos;s day joke!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114229689518126021</id><published>2006-03-13T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:41:35.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY!!!   HAVEN'T BEEN HERE FOR A FEW DAYS.. SORRY ABOUT THAT  " OLD GRANDPA"  WASN'T FEELING TO GOOD,,, MAN, THE WEATHER IS CRAZY 78 DEGREES HERE TODAY.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THE DAFFODILS ARE BLOOMING IN SOME PEOPLES YARDS, MINE ARE CLOSE TO IT..BUT, NOW THEY ARE SAYING ON FRIDAY IT MAY RAIN OR SNOW!!!! JUST WHAT WE NEED (LAUGHING) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WELL, GUYS AND GALS,, GUESS I'LL CALL IT A DAY. YOU ALL BE GOOD TO ONE ANOTHER,, DON'T FORGET TO GIVE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE A BIG HUG!     TAKE CARE,,   GRANDPA,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OH, AND CHECK OUT BOTH PAGES OF MY CARS, I THINK EVERY ONE THINKS THERE IS JUST ONE,,,NA, THERE ARE TWO,,CHECK THEM OUT,  THANKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114229689518126021?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114229689518126021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114229689518126021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114229689518126021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114229689518126021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='HAPPY ST. PATRICK&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114186365497019612</id><published>2006-03-08T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:20:54.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS AND LAUGH!!!</title><content type='html'>New Living Will Form&lt;br /&gt;I, __________________________, being of sound mind and body, do not  wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.If a reasonable amount of time passes and  I fail to ask for at leastone of the following:&lt;br /&gt;______a Bloody Mary,&lt;br /&gt; ______a Margarita&lt;br /&gt;-----------a Scotch and soda&lt;br /&gt;______a Martini_&lt;br /&gt;_____a Vodka and Tonic&lt;br /&gt;______a Steak&lt;br /&gt;______Lobster or crab legs&lt;br /&gt;______The remote control&lt;br /&gt;______a Bowl of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;______The sports page&lt;br /&gt;______Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;______Sex&lt;br /&gt;it should be presumed that I am beyond all help&lt;br /&gt;.When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;  At this point it is time to call the New Orleans Jazz  Funeral Band to come do their thing at my funeral,&lt;br /&gt; and ask all of my friends to raise their glasses to toast the good times we have had&lt;br /&gt;.Signature:         ___________________________Date:     ___________________________&lt;br /&gt;I also hear that in Ireland they have a Nursing Home with a Pub.  The patients are happier and they have a lot more visitors.  (Sounds like  my kind of Nursing Home!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114186365497019612?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114186365497019612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114186365497019612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114186365497019612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114186365497019612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/03/read-this-and-laugh.html' title='READ THIS AND LAUGH!!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114063204219041198</id><published>2006-02-22T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:14:02.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK WHAT CAME TO VISIT  !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/Feb,12,06%20snow&amp;hawk%20017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/Feb%2C12%2C06%20snow%26hawk%20017.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK WHAT I SEEM SITTING ON MY BACK PORCH RAILING THIS AFTERNOON. CAN YOU BLEIVE IT,, I AM NOT SURE WHAT KIND OF HAWK IT IS, BUT IT IS SURE AROUND ALOT.&lt;br /&gt; SCARES THE HECK OUT OF THE BIRDS, WHO COME TO EAT ON MY BACK PORCH.. PH IT WILL BE BACK, AND I'LL BE WATCHING,,,, GRANDPA !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114063204219041198?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114063204219041198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114063204219041198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114063204219041198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114063204219041198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-what-came-to-visit.html' title='LOOK WHAT CAME TO VISIT  !!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114039613026609107</id><published>2006-02-19T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:42:10.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IFMY BODY WAS A CAR</title><content type='html'>&gt;  If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinkingabout trading it in for a newer model.&lt;br /&gt; I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up close.&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.&gt;  It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.&gt;  My fuel rate burns inefficiently.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But here's the worst of it --&gt;  almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter.....either my radiator leaks&gt;or my exhaust backfires!   I received this in a email,, and thought   GOD THIS IS ME (LAUGHING)&lt;br /&gt;You better laugh or you might CUSS!!  With this thought in mind I say,, Grandpas out of here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114039613026609107?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114039613026609107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114039613026609107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114039613026609107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114039613026609107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/ifmy-body-was-car.html' title='IFMY BODY WAS A CAR'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-114013579097255859</id><published>2006-02-16T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:23:10.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A "hi" to every one!  whats with the "goofy" weather , today 50's and tomorrow going down to 30's for the week end??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I added some new cars tonight. One really pretty '60 Chevy conv, red..Boy were these beautiful looking cars.  They were "girl catchers" if you remeber what I mean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Summer at the shore riding with the top down,,, Lordy they were the "good old days"  I wonder if kids today enjoy their cars as much as we did back in that time?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH, yes just the remebering,,makes me smile!!  I am a smiling Grandpa! LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-114013579097255859?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/114013579097255859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=114013579097255859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114013579097255859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/114013579097255859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-to-every-one-whats-with-goofy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-113985891507811607</id><published>2006-02-13T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:28:35.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK YARD SNOW !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/Feb,12,06%20snow&amp;hawk%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/Feb%2C12%2C06%20snow%26hawk%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, FOLKS, WE SURE DID GET THAT SNOW STORM,, THIS IS WHAT MY BACK YARD LOOKED LIKE, AND IT STILL DOES THIS MORNING,,, HOW ABOUT YOURS?  &lt;br /&gt;bUT, IT IS GOOD FOR THE GROUND TO GET SNOW, AND IT IS GOOD FOR THE KIDS. THEY GETOUT AND PLAY,EVEN WITH THEIR PARENTS. WHICH IS REALLY A GOOD THING,, WELL, GANG HAVE A GOOD ONE, GRAMPS IS GOING TO TAKE A NAP,, ALL THIS SNOW WATCHING HAS WORN ME OUT ha ha  ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-113985891507811607?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/113985891507811607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=113985891507811607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113985891507811607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113985891507811607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-yard-snow.html' title='BACK YARD SNOW !!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-113977438083586900</id><published>2006-02-12T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:59:40.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;WELL, WE FINALLY GOT THE SNOW STORM, WE ALL KNEW WE  WERE GOING TO GET SOONER OR LATER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;IT SURE DOES LOOK LIKE A DIFFERNT PLACE, ALL COVERED WITH SNOW.. WISH I WAS YOUNG AND COULD GO OUT AND HAVE FUN, LIKE WE DID WHEN WE WERE KIDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;SO ENJOY IT IF YOU CAN,, AND I'LL BE AROUND,,,,, GRAND PA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-113977438083586900?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/113977438083586900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=113977438083586900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113977438083586900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113977438083586900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-we-finally-got-snow-storm-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-113944482977740477</id><published>2006-02-08T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:27:09.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Well, now how are you all, staying warm I hope. Darn this weather is something,, so warm now freezing your (you know what off)  Ha! Ha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; Have you had a chance to check out any of the cars I have on here? If you are interested in them let me know.. I have a pretty good collection, and these are some I thought others would like. Some I have I would not part with , and some now are hard to find, so check them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When you look at some of these cars you wonder "what ever happened to FENDER SKIRTS " I always thought they made a car look great. But boy were they a mess when you had a flat tire. Especally if you were dress to go out on a date. Any one remember that??? But they were the "good old days" ?? well, take care and I'll be around, so come back and visit,, Grandpa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-113944482977740477?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/113944482977740477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=113944482977740477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113944482977740477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113944482977740477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-113892859446371670</id><published>2006-02-02T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:03:14.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's In Trouble!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi, guess what Grandpas in BIG trouble!!!    Ha HA!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wife of 45 years came in to see what I had put on here,,,oh oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLD GIRL!  OLD GIRL!!  She wanted to know who was an OLD GIRL???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I asked how I should address her"OLD BAG"?  "SEXY OLD GAL"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I did get a dirty look,, so now to keep peace,, we will not refer to GRANDMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as any thing else but .....well I'll have to think about it !!      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got to have fun with her !  Ha Ha !!!     Grandpa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-113892859446371670?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/113892859446371670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=113892859446371670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113892859446371670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113892859446371670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/grandpas-in-trouble.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s In Trouble!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-113884255915672734</id><published>2006-02-01T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:09:19.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD EVENING FRIENDS.........</title><content type='html'>WEL,, HELLO AGAIN!!!    DID YOU CHECK OUT THE CARS??&lt;br /&gt;  THESE A JUST A FEW, I'LL ADD MORE LATER. I  HAVE BEEN COLLECTING THESE FOR A FEW YEARS   AND I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE LATEST ONES OUT.. LIKE THE 1950 FORD THEY HAVE JUST COME OUT WITH..&lt;br /&gt;NOW GRANDMA,, NEVER KNEW THE DIFFERNCE BETWEEN THE 49 AND THE 50,,FORDS , HOW ABOUT YOU??  I HAD TO EXPLAIN IT TO THE   "OLD GIRL"!   YOU KNOW HOW THESE   "OLD   Girls "  are???&lt;br /&gt;WELL   NOW, WE GOT THAT  PROBLEM SLOVED... I GUESS I BETTER CALL IT A DAY, BUT YOU TAKE CARE NOW,, AND DON'T FORGET TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ,BUT PLEASE BE NICE TO AN OLD GUY LIKE MYSELF!!!          GRAND PA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-113884255915672734?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/113884255915672734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=113884255915672734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113884255915672734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113884255915672734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-evening-friends.html' title='GOOD EVENING FRIENDS.........'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-113873921015777094</id><published>2006-01-31T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:26:50.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning!!</title><content type='html'>Good morning!!! well it is always a good morning when we open our eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a new place for me to have some fun,,,, we love the old cars,, and you will see some here,, so stop in a look  see if you recognize any,,, let me know,, catch you later ""  Grandpa''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-113873921015777094?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/113873921015777094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=113873921015777094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113873921015777094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113873921015777094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-morning.html' title='Good morning!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21734660.post-113867598114052040</id><published>2006-01-30T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:53:01.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Cars</title><content type='html'>Hey all this is my new page thought I would post some old cars to reminise about. They were the days when cars were cars. Muscle cars where cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21734660-113867598114052040?l=grandpacars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/feeds/113867598114052040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21734660&amp;postID=113867598114052040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113867598114052040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21734660/posts/default/113867598114052040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandpacars.blogspot.com/2006/01/grandpas-cars.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Cars'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
