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About Online Bill Pay . . . By the Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 06/26/2012 01:01 PM
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I'm fascinated with our new technology and maybe a little terrified that we have the opportunity to conduct our personal business online. Yesterday my young daughter in the bay area sent me a text message while I'm on the road . . . she tells me she needs gas money so I open the IPhone app for my bank and in seconds transfer money from my account to hers so that her ATM card now has funds to purchase gas for the car ninety miles away....
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About Toys for Big Boys~ A Humor Column By The Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 08/31/2011 09:29 AM
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I grew up riding motorcycles and for the most part of my young life, after getting my driver’s license at sixteen that became my mode of transportation. It was not until I realized that serious dating required a car that I bought my sweet little ’66 Mustang the pride of my life at that time. No one drove my Tang . . . until I met my wife and then I never drove it again . . . I drove my beat up ’54 Ford pick-up she drove the Tang....
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The Good Old Days of the Library . . .~by Humor Columist, The Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 05/05/2011 05:13 PM
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There was a day when study time meant a trip to the Library either at the school or the County Library. A book report assignment was a given reason to go because even if you had the full set of Encyclopedia Britannia your folks bought from the door to door salesman the information you needed was at the Library. Now as a young kid the Library was a confusing place with old women that gave the “death stare” when you talked. It took a couple of years and a great English teacher to help me understand the card file system to find reference materials. ....
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Springtime in the Foothills . . .~A Humor Column by The Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 04/29/2011 07:42 AM
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This is the time of the year when the foothills benefit from all the rain we have gotten this winter and the hillsides are covered with green grasses with a carpet of colorful wild flowers. It’s a photo op for anyone when the waterfalls run streaming down the hillsides. Of course there are those that suffer from allergies and pop Claritin like M&Ms . . . so there’s that side of it too.....
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Getting Old is Just a change of Perspective . . .~by Humor Columnist, The Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: thepinetree on 03/25/2011 04:14 PM
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When I was a kid my Grandpa used to say, “You know when you are getting old because you hear the snap, crackle and pop and you haven’t poured the milk on your Rice Krispies yet.” That always struck me as funny because I loved listening to that noise when the milk went on my Rice Krispies. But this was also the same man that carried a flask in his shirt pocket that was for, “Snakebite and moonstroke”. But then I hit fifty something . . . and one morning I was walking down the hallway, my left elbow popped, then my right knee snapped and both my feet made bone noises that . . . well I wouldn’t call it a crackle . . . and Grandpa’s saying wasn’t so darn funny anymore . . . just a change of perspective......
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"About fallout . . ." A Humor Column~by The Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 03/18/2011 11:13 AM
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“The sky is falling, the sky is falling!” cried Chicken Little who was not the brightest chick in the coop and in his world that was the result of a nut that fell from a tree overhead striking his obviously empty skull. But panic set in as he runs screaming to warn friends and neighbors of pending doom. Now as the story goes, Chicken Little spews his news of pending doom to Henny Penny, Lucky Ducky, Loosey Goosey and Turkey Lurkey who regurgitate this news and run screaming in fear with Chicken Little with no set plan . . .
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"Sharing"~by Humor Columnist, The Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 03/10/2011 11:20 AM
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Sharing . . .When I was a kid living in Reno the girl a couple doors down from me invited me to her Birthday party. If I had been Dennis the menace . . . this girl would have been Margaret. The last Birthday party I wanted to go to was this girl’s party . . . but being five years old I was told I had to go . . . So we headed off to town to buy a present. Now I wanted to get her the big yellow Tonka dump truck but mom said the Kitchen Play Ware set was a better gift for a girl and besides it was in a big pink box. We got it home and wrapped it in more pink paper ready for tomorrow’s festivities.....
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"About Babies"~A Humor Column by The Copper Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 03/03/2011 06:32 PM
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Copperopolis, CA....AThe bond between mother and child is said to be one of the strongest of human emotions. Being a human baby born into the world we are completely helpless and dependent on the mother or caregiver. Then there is the other parent . . . the dad .... . . this position requires the father to be the head of the family and in primal times the hunter, provider. As society has developed these two positions have changed . . . sometimes they are blended or merged to the point that the defined positions can reverse. Remember this point . . .
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Dogs as People~by The Copperopolis Curmudgeon |
Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 02/24/2011 01:07 AM
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In America pet owners spend approximately $41 billion dollars that’s billion with a “B” not trillion like our President thinks is reasonable . . . on their pets . . . not to say that’s a bad thing because my family is right there in this spending spree but you have to ask your self why . . .There are many cute sayings that get plastered on the internet like, “Gee I wish I was as good as my dog thinks I am.” And I cannot count the poems and stories about dogs trying to get into heaven.....So what is this attachment we have for our dogs? Let me say this . . . for some reason the primal need for humans and dogs is a bond of trust, love, forgiveness (This is the dog not the human forgiving) and an emotional want to be needed by both.....
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