Shortfinger
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Good point. I hadn't considered that. I will have to watch out a little more closely in the future.
JB
Misc data and adventures of a Tayopa treasure hunter
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Good point. I hadn't considered that. I will have to watch out a little more closely in the future.
JB
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Oh, what a tangled web we weave...
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Ditlihi
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audigger53
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And that brings to mind a story that I can't tell here. The moderators would ban me and delete it anyway. But it was Hot Dogs, coat hangers to roast them on and way too much beer. For one guy anyway.
Real of Tayopa
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Got kinda hot eh ??
audigger53
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Ever get those scam notices that you should call Microsoft because you have a virus? I finally got upset about one so I looked at the IP address and used whois to track the domain down and sent an EMail to the domain holder to let them know that someone was either affected by a virus on their Domain or a user was using it to scam people. I learned about Whois a long time ago. Just thought I would share it. BTW I had 44 years in fixing computers and systems before retiring last Jan. Last time I did it I ended up at the main one in Swisserland that keeps track of all the Domains and they were thinking about not doing IP address anymore and changed their mind about it. Glad they did. 
audigger53
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No it was the funniest thing I ever saw in my life. It beat the Female Great Dane in Heat and the male Chihuahua that I watched when 12. Laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
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I have never seen anything like the image that you planted in my brain 🧠.
Ick!...
But you did remind me that we had a Great Dane when I was little.
He could knock me off my feet, just flopping his ears.
Sweet natured and loyal, but he didn’t know he was big and heavy.
If he was taking a nap on the front porch, we had to use the back door to get outside.
Counting that one, he had three things that we never broke him of.
The second one was, every time he heard our old VW coming home, he would wait till the car stopped and stand up and lay his front paws across the top of the passenger side door.... from the driver’s side!!
If Mom didn’t get her door open before the car stopped we were all just trapped. Generally she would have to put my big brother out the window to lure him away from the door.
Dad had to honk the horn when he got home from work to let us know that he was home and trapped.
The third thing was that he loved chasing big trucks, generally it was just the ones that had to stop at the corner near the house. As he grew even larger, he would chase them longer, sometimes he would be gone for hours.
I guess he followed one, a little too far one day and got lost. We drove all over half of Texas for two days, honking that “meepmeep” horn, but never found him.
It was probably weeks before Mom stopped opening the door before we got stopped, and a little longer till Dad stopped honking the horn when he got home [emoji536].
I figured that some truck driver took a liking to him and gave him a new home.
And that was alright with me.... wherever he was, I was sure that he was loved.
Ick!...
But you did remind me that we had a Great Dane when I was little.
He could knock me off my feet, just flopping his ears.
Sweet natured and loyal, but he didn’t know he was big and heavy.
If he was taking a nap on the front porch, we had to use the back door to get outside.
Counting that one, he had three things that we never broke him of.
The second one was, every time he heard our old VW coming home, he would wait till the car stopped and stand up and lay his front paws across the top of the passenger side door.... from the driver’s side!!
If Mom didn’t get her door open before the car stopped we were all just trapped. Generally she would have to put my big brother out the window to lure him away from the door.
Dad had to honk the horn when he got home from work to let us know that he was home and trapped.
The third thing was that he loved chasing big trucks, generally it was just the ones that had to stop at the corner near the house. As he grew even larger, he would chase them longer, sometimes he would be gone for hours.
I guess he followed one, a little too far one day and got lost. We drove all over half of Texas for two days, honking that “meepmeep” horn, but never found him.
It was probably weeks before Mom stopped opening the door before we got stopped, and a little longer till Dad stopped honking the horn when he got home [emoji536].
I figured that some truck driver took a liking to him and gave him a new home.
And that was alright with me.... wherever he was, I was sure that he was loved.
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coazon de oro
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Dit, I hope you didn't miss the boat since you are still sending likes. Wish you the best, you will be missed, try and get back pronto.
coazon de oro
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Howdy Mikel,
I also have some lost finger stories, but here is the only one that I can share. A long time ago I used to run an iron cutting mill in East Peoria at the Caterpillar factory. I would cut the sides of sprocket segments which make up the wheel that turns the tracks. Right across the isle from me a deaf mute used to run a mill like mine. Over time he showed me enough sign language to carry on conversations in the few minutes we had as the mills were cutting iron.
One night, yes I worked the night shift, another fellow worker who ran a different mill next to him lost four fingers while working behind his machine. It was a noisy place, and we did not see it happen, he just walked down the isle in front of us with a bloody shop towel wrapped around his hand, looked my way and just shook his head.
We didn't know how bad it was, just watched him walk to where the foreman was, unwrapping his hand. From where we were it looked bad. We saw the foreman make a call, and in a few minutes someone came by in an electric cart, and took him away to the emergency station in the plant in a different building.
We both went to look behind his machine, and saw his fingers laying on the floor. My friend pulled a shop towel out of his back pocket, and held it in his open hands while I picked up the fingers. After they were all in the shop towel he wrapped them carefully, and looked at me. Without even thinking, I motioned for him to get moving fast toward the emergency. He took off like he was on starting blocks!
He had already turned the corner about twenty five yards away, when I realized that I had sent a deaf mute with someones fingers to what was basicly a nurses station. I got back to work, and after about half an hour later, he came back, also looking at me, also shaking his head.
Homar
I also have some lost finger stories, but here is the only one that I can share. A long time ago I used to run an iron cutting mill in East Peoria at the Caterpillar factory. I would cut the sides of sprocket segments which make up the wheel that turns the tracks. Right across the isle from me a deaf mute used to run a mill like mine. Over time he showed me enough sign language to carry on conversations in the few minutes we had as the mills were cutting iron.
One night, yes I worked the night shift, another fellow worker who ran a different mill next to him lost four fingers while working behind his machine. It was a noisy place, and we did not see it happen, he just walked down the isle in front of us with a bloody shop towel wrapped around his hand, looked my way and just shook his head.
We didn't know how bad it was, just watched him walk to where the foreman was, unwrapping his hand. From where we were it looked bad. We saw the foreman make a call, and in a few minutes someone came by in an electric cart, and took him away to the emergency station in the plant in a different building.
We both went to look behind his machine, and saw his fingers laying on the floor. My friend pulled a shop towel out of his back pocket, and held it in his open hands while I picked up the fingers. After they were all in the shop towel he wrapped them carefully, and looked at me. Without even thinking, I motioned for him to get moving fast toward the emergency. He took off like he was on starting blocks!
He had already turned the corner about twenty five yards away, when I realized that I had sent a deaf mute with someones fingers to what was basicly a nurses station. I got back to work, and after about half an hour later, he came back, also looking at me, also shaking his head.
Homar
Shortfinger
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So, do you see the trick here? She says she's going away, then she lurks around for a while to see what we all have to say.....I'm sure we'll all hear about it when she comes back. If she is ever really gone.......
JB
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Thank you, Homar, you will be missed as well mi amigo. And I haven't missed the boat, just waiting for the sharks to clear before I jump ship.
Now, JB, you know how southern women are...all grand entrances and drama. Actually, I'll have you know I am quite well known for my dramatic exits.
Hang tight, Precious.... I never disappoint.
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Thank you, Homar, you will be missed as well mi amigo. And I haven't missed the boat, just waiting for the sharks to clear before I jump ship.
Now, JB, you know how southern women are...all grand entrances and drama. Actually, I'll have you know I am quite well known for my dramatic exits.
Hang tight, Precious.... I never disappoint.
Just don’t wait till they burn the whole town, to exit stage right and enter stage left!!
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Shortfinger
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Thank you, Homar, you will be missed as well mi amigo. And I haven't missed the boat, just waiting for the sharks to clear before I jump ship.
Now, JB, you know how southern women are...all grand entrances and drama. Actually, I'll have you know I am quite well known for my dramatic exits.
Hang tight, Precious.... I never disappoint.
As I recall your story about the ledge above the stream where you were camping, I would say that qualified for dramatic! And that story surely didn't disappoint! ROFL! However, take care, watch out for the sharks and pirates, and I'll just hang tight, as you say. Of course, "hang" is not a happy word for us pirates.....
JB
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