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Although I never had the privilege of meeting Mark, it sounds as if he had a wonderful sense of humor...so I think he would have liked this story. My aunt passed away and requested that her ashes be spread out in the ocean near Nova Scotia where they lived. My uncle (who was a grumpy old man) rented a boat and he and guests sailed a few miles offshore for the service. It was a bright sunny day with a bit of breeze and the ocean was a bit choppy. After a very touching service,the time came to spread the ashes. As you may know,after cremation, the crematorium places the remains in a very thick plastic bag. What ensued was a battle of epic proportions that will forever remain in my memory as the last "go round" between my dear Uncle and Aunt. It seemed my aunt didn't really want to go! My poor Uncle was staggering around like a drunk man trying to keep his balance on the pitching deck while pulling and tearing at the bag trying to open it. He had it in the air, under his armpit, between his knees trying to rip, tear or pry the last remains of my aunt out of her plastic prison. Some of the guests started offering words of support and yelled out suggestions on how to accomplish the task. The struggle continued as my uncle staggered and swayed as if to some unheard music. but Dear old aunty just would not co-operate. Finally, he tried a different attack. He attempted pulling the 2 sides away from each other near the center of the top, much like you would a bag of Potato Chips. After a lot of grunting, and stress and strain he succeeded.....sort of. The bag exploded open, showering him with ashes....along with several of the guest who happened to have the misfortune of being downwind. My now white-faced Uncle sputtered and spit out ashes as he said his final parting words to his dear wife..... "OH THE HELL WITH IT!!!" and angrily threw the bag and remaining contents into the ocean. She always said she would have the last laugh! Moral of the story....if you plan such a service..... BE SURE YOU HAVE A KNIFE OR SCISSORS! (some details have been slightly embellished...but essentially a true story)
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Well in about 12 days I am going to be driving a truck to my home town in Santa Paula California. My Aunt has requested of me to drive her back home with all of her stuff from Hope Mills NC she is going back to take care of my Grandmother who is 83. I will be taking the southern route I20 to I10 so if you see a guy looking like he needs a ride driving a big yellow truck that would be me.My cell is 9196735095 if you are on the way maybe we can get together give me a call.Sorry I cant take any detours as money is tight for her but if you are on the way and get in touch with me soon enough we might be able to get together for a soda or lunch. I will post on this thread when exactly I will be leaving I plan on doing the drive in 3 to 4 days as long as my Aunt can stand being on the road that long each day. Jeff
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A seven year old boy was at the center of a Dallas County courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him. The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with child custody law and regulation requiring that family unity be maintained to the highest degree reasonably possible. The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. When the judge then suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried and said that they also beat him. After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to propose who should have custody of him. After two recesses to check legal references and confer with the child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Dallas Cowboys professional football team, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone.
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The one that belonged to a buddy of mine, had sat in his garage for 9 years with only 1700 miles? I sold it to a young man in Cincinnati and have kept up with him since the sale. I'm sure most of you are similar in that something you worked on and spent a lot of time to make it as perfect as possible,, well it becomes part of your life, part of your sack full of life experiences. I received an email from him last night, and I knew from the title that it was not going to be good at the end of the story. The RSTD was ran over by a motorist, Ned( the owner) was standing beside bike. Any way here is the story he sent me; So last Saturday while I was at work my little brother showed up and told me that my Dad and him were trying to get ahold of me but I wasn't answering my phone. He told me that my Dad's bike had broken down and that he was stranded on the side of River Road about 10 mins. from where we were currently at. I decided to try and get a truck with ramps so we could at least get his bike off of the road. In the process of setting this up he called at stated that my Aunt was going to bring her truck with a ramp and my grandpa to help get it loaded up. I figured this was no big deal and just told my brother to go back and help, and to call me if they needed anything else. About fifteen mins later I received a call from my Dad asking me where my brother was, I told him that he had left me about fifteen mins ago and that he should have been back to him by now. We were both a little worried and decided to give him five more mins to show up or else I would drive back down River Road to make sure he wasn't broken down too. Needless to say, he did not show up to my dad so I left to check and see if I could find him. I made it about seven miles on my motorcycle when I noticed my gas light was on and decided to fill up now jusr in case i had to make another trip back to look for my brother. I then caled my Dad back and he stated that he had just got off the phone with my bother and he was at home because he didn't see dad and figured my aunt had already picked him up. He couldn't call to check because he was on his motorcycle and his phone was dead on top of that, so he just went home. I then decided to go ahead and meet up with my Dad to help him load his bike into the back of the truck. I went the remaining mile down the road and saw my Aunt's truck with the hazzard lights flashing and I pulled over to help. We pulled the ramp out of the bed of the truck and we quickly realized that the ramp was way to steep and narrow to push the bike up. We decided to go and get a small trailer instead, and her and my dad started to close the tailgate of the truck. At this time I turned around to go get my cell phone out of my saddle bag and I saw headlights coming down the emergency lane. I figured it was another family member or even a cop stopping to help us out however, I noticed that the car was coming way to fast. Next thing I know the car smashed into my motorcycle which was about 50 or 60 ft away from the truck at what I could guess to be about 50 MPH. My bike was thrown towards me and i jumped out of the way and into the road just in time to miss being hit by the car, i screamed for my family to look out as all of this was happening. All I heard was crushing metal and glass breaking and a loud bang which I assume was the car hitting my Dad's bike, then another bang as I turned my head. I got turned around just in time to see the car smash into the back of my Aunt's truck. I figured that with everything happening in such a violent and fast manner that the worst thing had just hapened and that I was going to find my family crushed between the truck and car. I ran towards the truck and car screaming for a response from somebody and was hearing nothing, as I got around the car i saw my Dad getting himself off the ground and limping really bad. I then heard my Aunt yell and saw my Grandpa coming over the gaurd rail. A passerby stopped as we were dialing 911 and ststed that they saw the whole thing and were on with emergency services as well. The next few mins are kinda of jumbled up with nothing much more than yelling, and screaming about what the hell just happened and making sure everyone was ok, the cops and EMT's started showing up. While talking to my Dad he stated that he had heard me yell and that he immediately knew what was going on withou exlanation, and turned around just in time to see mine and his bike hit him in the thigh knocking him under the truck. The truck was then hit and he was no longer under the truck as it went forward about 15ft after impact. He receved about a 1.5 in gash on his shin that needed - stitches and a bruised up thigh. My Aunt was struck in the same fashion by the motorcycles but more in the knee and received minor cuts and bruises on her feet and legs from all of the glass. My Grandpa and I were unharmed, just extremely shook up as well. But wait, there is more! The old man who just smashed into us had broken out of a hospital he was commited to for dimentia, and stole the car that he just smashed us with. How could I make that up? The guy never even hit the breaks. Today we went to look at the damage and realized that my dad and aunt missed being crushed by the bikes and the car by a space that is about 2 ft wide. Call it divine intervention or whatever you want but somehow the car was defelcted to the drivers side of the truck's rear bumper and the bikes hit the extreme passanger side of the rear bumper. Leaving a small gap of safe area for my dad and aunt to be in to avoid almost certain death. Needless to say, both bikes are totaled, and my Aunt has 5000 worth of damages to her truck. I cannot accurately describe how fast this happened other than in the blink of an eye,or the shear confusion that took place in the few mins after. But, I can tell you that it is nothing short of a MIRACLE that everyone walked away with their lives. Everything happened in just the right way to save everyones lives and for that you can do nothing else but THANK GOD! http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i301/Bob_Myers/Neda.jpghttp://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i301/Bob_Myers/Nedb.jpghttp://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i301/Bob_Myers/Nedd.jpg
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Just got back from a week long "girls" trip to Arizona with my mom, aunt and 2 cousins. Got to see the Grand Canyon and Sedona for the first time in my life!!! I was speechless! I never knew the desert could be so pretty!! Thought I'd throw in a pix. I'm the one hunkered down. Also, we drove up 89A "Oak Creek Canyon". What a thrill! Hope to bike it someday with the hubby. First day back at work and I'm beat. My mom and aunt are in their early 70's and kept us "kids" running from sun up to sun down for 7 days straight!! Wish I had half their energy!
