Transformation

Last night my wife was watching "The Stand" on Sci-Fi channel. For those of you unfamiliar, it's a Stephen King story having something to do with a biologic accident that kills like 99% of the people. <br><br>She was talking about what we'd do in similar situations and casually mentioned (TRANSFORMATION!) OUR survival gear. Funny, it's always been Your survival stuff. You know, that stuff you've left lying about in the living room too long, or that weird item that arrives to great excitement by you, while she pats you on your little head and says "That's nice, Dear". It seems that in a crisis, it becomes "ours". <br><br>The good news is that a) I got a few minutes of wife prodding in for free, and b) we had some good discussion on various scenarios where we'd have to get out and on what many of the items were and their uses.<br><br>With that, I feel much better prepared now that she has a slightly better understanding of preparedness.<br><br>Peanut

Now don't we all have stories like that! Like the one time when... or the time that my wife said... just minutes after making fun of my gear collection. Not to mention the time I saved her friend's a$$ that time because I just happened to have a .... and they then proceeded to really make fun of my "excentricities" over dinner. Jeesh, fight the good fight. Andy, out.

peanut, you must be reading my mail. Peg has only marginally, but I must say good-naturedly, tolerated my expanded interest in preparedness and survival. This week, however, she is chaperoning about a million sixth graders on an outdoor camping adventure for which she was woefully unprepared. She left the house in "OUR" Navigator with a couple of duffel bags of "OUR" equipment (including lanterns, MRE's, Poncho's etc.). She didn't have an ounce of trouble removing the "Y" from the equation (it was always "YOUR" stuff before). It actually is great fun (couldn't resist a couple of carefully aimed barbs) and I am so new at this that she will catch up in an instant and we will be doing more of it together I think. Go figure.<br><br>Robb

An aquaintance who boards at the ranch had quite the conversation about my "James Bond Box." If I heard the retelling correctly; I am compensating for a society that has obsoleted the mythic rugged American Male capable of altering his destiny, prevailing social mores, wild animals and hostile indigenous first Americans ( reaction of my off res Apache friend " Oh, I think she means INDIANS".) This was retold after I produced my SPYDERCO ( oh, thats a Phallic symbol) and cut her idiot Dressage horse free:said horse having thrown itself down while tied. Her boyfriend -THE COMMODITIES BROKER called 911.

But have you noticed the female species is walking closer to the you when they are worried or need help? This makes you feel secure if there is ever a real problem. At least you won't get lonely.<br><br>Regards<br>Bruce G.<br>

A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman <br>comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, tells him she'll see him later, and walks away. <br><br>His wife glares at him and says, "Who was that??!!" <br><br>"Oh," replies the husband, "that was my mistress." <br><br>The wife says, "That's it; I want a divorce." <br><br>"I understand," replies her husband, "but, remember, if you get a divorce, there will be no more shopping <br>trips to Paris, no wintering in the Caribbean, no Lexus in the garage, and no more country club. But the <br>decision is yours." <br><br>Just then the wife notices a mutual friend entering the restaurant with a gorgeous woman. "Who's that woman with <br>Jim?" she asks. <br><br>"That's his mistress," replies her husband. <br><br>"Ours is prettier," says the wife. <br>

Dear sir, <br><br>While I found your post amusing, it had little to do with emergency situations. For an example of a story inolving an emergency, I submit:<br><br>Two hunters from New Jersey are out in the woods when one of them falls to<br>the ground. He does not appear to be breathing. The other whips out his<br>mobile phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps out to the operator,<br>"My friend is dead! What can I do?"<br>The operator, in a calm soothing voice, says, "Calm down. Just take it easy.<br>First let's make sure he's dead."<br><br>There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy's voice comes back on the<br>line. He says, "Okay, now what?"<br><br><br>Sorry, I just couldn't resist.<br><br>Peanut