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Athletes in action fund raiser. I'll fill you in Monday. I LOVE football. Don't forget the open meeting for the Booster club May 2 at the stadium. It was moved to the Jim Kelly Suites instead of the M&T Anyone can come it is OPEN to all

Only a pet lover can really appreciate this *For everyone who has or has ever had a dog who eats anything and everything in sight..* *Jasper and the Uncooked Yeast Rolls We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child whom you know nothing about and committing to doing your best to be a good parent. Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me. Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress. Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time. I was, however, assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend. I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment. I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wednesday evening to reheat on Thursday morning. Since the kitchen was freshly painted you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams latex paint #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for 5 hours. After 3 hours, Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. An hour later the rolls were ready to go in the oven. It was **8:30pm**. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated. I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few s! econds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night. God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was! black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night. Naively thinking the dog would be all better by morning was very stupid on my part. We arose at **7:30** and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the darn dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction. He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small i! ncline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence. His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk. He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol. Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day. My sister lives outside of **Muskog! ee** on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I, we took off. Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it. Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karee's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did. Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunk dog, each returning with a tale ! of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something. Of course, as the old adage goes, "what goes in must come out" and Jasper was no exception. Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karee's house. Having discovered his "packages" on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor. This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure. We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too. Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's s! ister's house. I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to "How to clean unbaked dough from the Carpet."

The Booster Club open meeting at the stadium - Meet Marv, our new coach and possibly some players in the M&T suites. More info to follow when the date is closer. The Bills wanted it after the draft.

My luck got better. Sunday I won a little at the Casino. Enough to pay the plumber.

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HEY, Bubbles is my nick name and sorry BIB I didn't feel a thing.

Guff you are a classic. Oh, Google

And so yesterday I cracked a filling then we had a snowstorm(only 6 inches here) and my back door was frozen in the van. I broke a nail. Hope that is my "3"

Saturday was going to be my peaceful day to myself alone at home. My sister decided to not go out as planned and thought she would do a load of clothes. I was walking out to the kitchen for a beverage and heard the toilet moan and bubble. I went in to look at the problem and all of a sudden the water started pouring out the tiolet. I shut off the valve and the water kept coming. Screamed for my sister to help and what a mess. Wiped up the water, Mary returned upstairs to her room and ta ta it happened again. Water every where. The washer's water was coming out the toilet. Called the plumber no answer, no machine. - Tried again on Sunday, no answer no machine, tried Monday the same so I called Plumbers out of the yellow pages. One came Tuesday at 3:30 and stayed until after 5 saying he would be back Wed at 8. He needed to get a part so he could cut a pipe and the supply store was closed. Wed 8:30 this kid(looked like he was 19 but he was 25 came. I called in that I would be a little late. He needed a wrench and went back to the shop for it 45 mins later he was back. He couldn't find it. After 3 hours he called in help. I thought I would have a heart attack, he had been there 4 hours and the meter was still running. They decided a power snake was needed and had to RENT one. They got the blockage fixed. Ran water from every source for 40 mins and then started totaling the bill. Well when he was doing up the bill he said (young plumber)4 hours and he had 2 at $55 that's $330 power snake rental $100 house call just to show up $70 tax $40 total $ 540.00 I thought I would cry right there. Then I started to ask some questions like how about my toilet and how he scraped the white off(it looks like a public toilet) and that a more experience plumber probably could have fixed it in 2 hours. Then the poor widow thingy and I got the bill down to $253. That's much better. I wrote the check and did a couple loads of laundry after I got home from work. It's no wonder people have heart failure when they have to call a Plumber.

Today we had a heavy snow 1-2 inches from 8-9. Now it is sunny and in the 40's NO snow at lunch time. Sorry, but I love my little city.

It is $10 a year.

I was really having a bad day. Woke up with a headache, didn't get enough sleep because the meeting was long and I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME but we are short staffed because of vacations. One co-worker had some stuff to go downstairs and asked where she could put it. I so wanted to tell her where to cram it or to get off her lazy butt and take it down herself but held it together. E-mail server is down, boss is in a spring clean mood again, phone rings and my older sister has to get a biopsy on her lung. The DR does not this it's cancer but Scardosis(sp). He said he has lost 2 people in 30 years to this so it can and is important to take care of. Next Mary, my younger sister calls and tell me of the proceedure that they are going to do to her (thyroid) because they do not want to do the surgery after all she went through last year with her gall bladder. Yes things happen in 3's so then my mother-in-law calls and asks me if I can take her for eye surgery on the 17th of March. Bang, bang, bang, the my boss asks if I have any quarters so she can get her car washed on her way home. It is a beautiful sunny day and I decided I had to go soak up the sun so I gave her the quarters and went to get my car washed. The car wash was very busy and I was waiting in the street because this older guy in a PT cruiser was chaning rows and blocking the line I was in. There was a nice space about two cars long and when he moves his PT I would be really close to the wash only 2 cars ahead of me and that nice big space. Guess what happened. Some guy in a little blue car jumps the curb and pulls into the space ahead of me. WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE. That poor son of a gun picked the wrong day to pull that crap. I rolled down the window and was going to tell him just what I thought of his inconsideration but NO that wasn't good enough. I got out of my van and went up to him asking him why he thought his time was more valuable than mine. I was waiting there in the proper line. He jumped the curb and then I pointed to the lady in the turning lane who was next in line before him. Know what he did? I bet you think he gave me the finger and told me to kiss off. Wrong he backed up and let me ahead of him in the line and the lady in the turning lane. I still have a smile on my face and thoughts of someday I'm going to get myself killed. What was I thinking.

was moved up a week because of ASH WED. The guest speakers were Paul Peck(local sports reporter) and Lou Picone(who is very funny and president of the Bills Alumni) Discussion of what the team needs in the draft and what a stupid thing it was to let Pat Williams go. We are not sure if the annual April meet the coach and learn more about the draft picks meeting at the stadium is a go yet. With the draft being when it is that may be scheduled in MAY. Many interesting speakers and events are being planned for the upcoming year. It is out 45th aniversary as the first organized fan club(backers) for the Buffalo Bills. We are also having a membership drive and I would love for more of you to be a Booster. Please PM me for some of the details. Membership is only $10 and you get a newsletter monthly besides other benefits. We have members in Maine, Virginia and California, just to mention a few states with Boosters. I'll be answering the PM questions you might have.

you cowboy, you

We have maybe an inch. All the grass is not covered completely. I LOVE OLEAN. Go 10 miles and they have6 inches travel 20 to the snow belt and they got a foot

we get 12. One a month and can carry them over. We don't get disability so if you are off for 6 weeks for surgery and do not have enough days saved it is without pay.

It's about time you finished properly

I'm planning one for the Booster Club. We haven't picked the date yet. Ours is $25 a person includes all you can eat buffet of wings/ wecks/salads and soda and your tickets

Yep that IS the WALL but you forgot the

JP is a nice kind of quiet/shy guy. Kelly's cabin is a lodge:) huge--many of his former team mates stay there when in town. as for E'ville it's mostly a drinking town for Yuppie Canadians.

I don't think I spend enough time here reading and remembering what I read. Never know when people are serious or kidding.

nice try Kelly I got to #14 and knew that I wasn't going to waste my time on your request. Not because I do not agree with you but sometimes you just can't waste your time reading the whole thing before you express your opinion. (even if someone already said the same thing)

maybe his avatar needs the warming gel to make him a kinder, gentler person when it comes to the feelings of others.

Some how reading this after hearing of the shooting in another mail facility makes me wonder if the ex-postal workers were harassed by magazine subscription calls before they shot innocent people.

Because the cheaper houses are easier to unload when you leave the team. It took Drew years to unload his one when he played for NE Wonder if he sold that one in East Aurora