John

Stick with it Peter. If you ever need any encouragement, there are plenty of us on here that have gone through it and would be happy to chat a while... As for finding a box to sniff......well, you're on your own there.......

You've got that one right Lew. Snowblower has been tucked away in the garage all winter. Hope I haven't spoken too soon!

Now you are just showing off.................great work Chris!

I knew that this one was coming. It will be interesting to see how this plays out. If I was Lowrance I wouldn't bet the farm on winning this one.

A lot of auto parts makers carry insurance against potentially terminal recalls.

You must wait until I go for a pee and then.........................ah never mind... Saturday, same as me...

Amazing Chris, simply amazing! Well done........

Go get 'em Cliff. I know you will find them.

Halleluja! Best answer yet! Being straight forward, polite and pleasant.....what a concept, imagine that!

Many happy one's Bernie, have a great day.

This is a tough one Peter, at least for me. I was picked on at school through my early teens and I was pretty cool with it. Until one day at 15, I snapped and the unfortunate bully on the wrong end of my wrath spent 7 days in hospital. That was the last time that I got into a fight and as you might imagine there was consequences involved. Today, unless I was in any real danger I would probably walk away if I could. My kids didn't really have the problem and so far neither have my grandkids. Having said that, if anyone hurt any member of my family, I would probably end up in jail.

Each Friday night after work, sun, snow or rain, Jack, being a Newfie, would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a moose steak. All of Jack's neighbors were Catholic. And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday. The delicious aroma from the grilled moose steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest. The priest came to visit Jack, and suggested that he too become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Jack attended Mass, and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said: "You were born a Protestant and raised a Protestant, but now you are a Catholic." Jack's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled moose once again filled the neighborhood. The priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Jack's yard,clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement. There stood Jack, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted: "You wuz born a moose, you wuz raised a moose, but now you is a Codfish."

You know that there is a very fine line between brilliance and .........................

Can we really improve the stabilty of things around here. We don't have any stable mods.....do we?

I believe she is 32.....

He struggles with his spelling...

The best bread porn I have seen, amazing douG, you are the master..

Sounds great Cliff. You'll find 'em soon...

I first met Sonny at a pub in Grimsby. He and Bernadette joined us on an OFC wing night and we hit it off immediately. Jen, it was indeed a pleasure to honour his memory.

Unfortunately I am working too much and not fishing enough and I'm considering parting with her in the Spring...

We don't use the big bottles Cliff, just the odd case of small bottles which Barbara and I make sure we recycle. We have a 5 stage RO system in the house and try to use refillable aluminum sports bottles as much as possible. At work all of our water coolers have been converted to city water supply with multi-stage filters.

A very Happy New Year Kelvin....

Congrat's Brian & Betty, Mom & Dad.....great news!

Hey Wayne, I'll take a couple of bush cords delivered to Burlington......

I thought he was left handed....