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Just got home. My Eleaf 200 watt is here. Yea. All my family logging off, sweet dreams. FT came thru again. Love that place. Ain't let me down yet. Wonder if there is an update for it.
Oh, Frog don't even look at that Barn yard Ferrari for 24 hours. Damn things are not highway trucks. Guzzle mucho beer.
Well Eleaf's website just sits there like a dumb thing. The Manual says the firmware can be upgraded. Oh well tomorrows another day. It cranks the crap out of my TFV8. Close enough for today. 
Thats why i only called for me to take some hometime. didn't mention any thing else.
Enjoyed a nice steak with sweet ppotato fries with gravy, green beans and a beer. picked up a 6 pack and I'm currently ng my mod my beer and a nice cold breeze on my grandma's deck.
The truck problem looks huge right now. It's small. I would not ever turn a real nice truck to someone that has not proven themselves. It will get a lot better. They don't know you. it would be stupid to do so.
They give brand new trucks to fresh drivers everyday. I don't care if it's new, I just want one that works.
Night everyone ! See ya in the am. Haven't been on as much lately. To much going on !
Give it a chance. Your one of many drivers.
Check your pm
Friends Wife said she is going to freeze some wings if no one wants them. I saved her the trouble.
Hidden Ranch dressing left over Kroger tater salad. Gonna make those wings worthy oh my. 
I'm sad. I'm sad I didn't get another 6 pack. or 2.....
When I have less than 2 cases I worry. When there is an empty spot on the floor , I go on a beer run.
If you don't have at least a 12 pack folks look at ya' funny.
I enjoy looking at the poor morons in line waiting on 7am so they can buy more beer. I just wait in my car. Rotfl
If I was anywhere else other then my grandma's I would have found a distributor open. even if I had to go into philly. (pa laws suck I can't just go to the gas station....)
DAMN!.......7am waiting for beer?
.......and I thought 9am or 10am was bad...... up this way 
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When i worked at Wal-Mart it was 8 am
Unfortunately......WalMarts in CT..... CAN'T sell beer
. It was ONLY til' about a year ago here, where you could only buy beer/booze til' 8pm, and NOT on Sundays. Now, it's til' 9pm M-Sat, and Sundays til' 5pm.
In pa you can only buy beer at bbars or distributors. distributors can't sell beerin packages less then a 12pack and bar as can't sell more then a 12 packUnfortunately......WalMarts in CT..... CAN'T sell beer
That'sIn pa you can only buy beer at bbars or distributors. distributors can't sell beerin packages less then a 12pack and bar as can't sell more then a 12 pack
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Alright. even tho I didn't even wake up till noon something I'm tired enough to sleep. so I'm gunna go to couch, g night peoples
Morning everyone ! Off to work. TTYL
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Well, @Saddletramp1200 - I moved from the South, back to the North. Twenty minutes from the Continental Divide in The Rockies.
Where I live, I'm around 4874 feet above MSL. In the summer, it can get hot - but, dry. Compared to the South, I can survive this weather, with NO hurricanes.
In fifteen minutes, I'm at 9754 feet above MSL - if it's 89 degrees F. at my house, it will be around 67 degrees fifteen minutes up the road with signs that read Falling Rock, Elk Crossing, and - Moose...
Some of the most beautiful sights ever seen. The mountain rivers and lakes are COLD, swimmable AND drinkable (if you don't mind blue lips and fingernails).
It's a place where I don't get called "Damn Yankee," or asked: "...how could you live in the South for over thirty years, and not be a Southerner? Both of your kids were born in the South, too. You still sound like your from New York or somewheres..."
My answer: "It took me over forty-five years to stop 'being a follower.' I'm now back to being the college-educated person from New England that I am, not an imposter - so that I could blend in, and make friends in the South..
I am a leader, not a follower - and you've become acquaintances, instead of my friends."
When I met Liz, we came from similar Middle European cultures - hers Irish, mine Italian. Our belief systems were the same, our core values were enmeshed. We became one, and fell in love. An Irish girl from Denver, and a Boston boy. I am so blessed, and infinitely happy. We have a beautiful home, two sappy dogs, and the rest of our lives together. If I hadn't traveled the rough-and-bumpy road of my life - we would've never met in the cosmos.
Before my father died, he told me: 'I love you, figlio mio (son of mine) . I, and your late mother, are grateful that you're returning to being our first-born son. I know that you were hurt badly in your early years, è mi dispiace (and, I'm sorry) that your Mamma and I didn't talk about it with you."
We cried, and held one another. He knew about my marriage falling apart, and the generational (and cultural) divide between my teenage children and I.
Unfortunately, he died from cancer (which I, myself, survived) at the age of seventy-three. He lived with my family and I in the South, and on one occasion, we both went to a local Rice Festival - where we both witnessed several pickup trucks loaded with watermelons, flying large Confederate flags with people in the pickup beds - who had begun to start throwing the watermelons at the African American people in their street food kiosks.
The police didn't do a thing.
I knew then that it wouldn't be long for my departure. After my divorce, my son flipping his car with me in it, exacerbating my disability, ending up in a wheelchair; not a friend in the world (my doing); living out of weekly motels, pawning all of my music and studio gear to keep a roof over my head; foodstamps, by way of a EBT card; free long and short-acting insulin, to keep alive; homelessness, living out of a car, and shelters; it was tough, but I held my head high; my cousin bought me a street amp, and guitar. I took my earnings, and bought an Audio Technica headset mic - then, a street performer's license.
People walking the street heard me sing and play my heart out, and I made money in a wheelchair. After a year of courting Liz, we moved in together.
On our third year, Liz nearly died; her daughter, fighting terninal cancer, died days after after Liz demanded to be discharged, so Liz spent a few days with her daughter, and was present at her death, holding her hand.
After the funeral, I picked up a girl in a wheelchair, like myself. It was Liz, and I nursed her back from 86 pounds, and our lives and love blossomed, like the bougainvillea in the California hills.
We decided to sell our house; it sold in twenty-six days. We had the truck and car packed just after I had two kidney surgeries, one day after the closing. We drove all the way to Colorado - stayed at a Motel 6 for almost forty days, with two fairly large dogs. Then, our old, built in 1955 home - new to us - closed. Fast-forward to the present:
We know all of our immediate neighbors. They're all nice, and kids stop by outside whenever I'm rehearsing. No one calls me "Damn Yankee," and they love my Northeastern brogue. They love Liz, too. She has this bubbly, sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows personality that is endearing to everyone. They like me, as I am; my Boston brogue... pale-green eyes, and olive skin that tans dark like my late father's, with a white, toothy smile.
The South? I miss the offshore, salt Atlantic wind. I miss my grown children. I miss parts of my old life; my Road King, the horses we owned, rode and cared for; yet, I don't miss the wild-eyed-Southern guys that spouted platitudes about misogyny and bigotry; a heritage of hate, that targeted people who were considered 3/5 of a white person - and, even now - they still make these people jump through hoops to be able to vote.
The clincher? Many of these Caucasians have never traveled outside of the counties that they live in. Children who attend school there are taught an edited, abridged version of our nation's history from the Revolutionary War, through The Civil War... (I was a substitute teacher there - so, I know this to be a fact).
We're the United States of America, a Democratic Republic. We're all states of the Commonwealth variety, plus the Fed. I was taught that all of us were in the fight for freedom together.
Freedom for immigrants. Most US Citizens came from immigrants. Our Founding Fathers did, too. I digress.
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Do Liz and I miss the South? Not really. Yet, we'll pray for thar region of our great nation.
With Love -
LW & Liz
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Beautiful post LW, you both have come a long way and have been through so much, I admire your drive and outlook on how things have turned out in your life, it shows that if one wants to survive and make something of their lives that it is possible, they just have to realize they need to do it themselves and never give up hope.
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Good morning KevGM Whis, Breazy, Rat, and LW........and everybody else that's smart enough to STILL be sleeping in a warm bed.
Cooler than that here
Boing. Brrr. Boing. Brrr.
Morning Wolflololol
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Morning Wolf
Good morning all!
Have a great day, KevJust about time to get outta here
...so today some user name Hig... Josuk... is going to randomly pop into the forum and their will be an interesting battle between the two users... my guess is there will be a cliff hanger of sorts, then they will fall in love. *spoiler* Just a hunch.
So, back to reality, morning everyone. Hope you all have a great day today.
So, back to reality, morning everyone. Hope you all have a great day today.
I truly have to fight the urge to feed it. (I can't call it a troll yet....maybe a goblin or imp?)
Alright, need sleep. Chat with everyone in the evening. Have a good one everyone.
Time warp again. Hate when that happens. Must be in some polite PC keep your pinky extended when sipping coffee thread. I'll just back out real slow making as little noise as possible hoping the snooty life forms don't notice me.
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