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To: Rambi who wrote (17203)	1/31/1999 8:55:00 PM
From: Michael Sphar	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Guess waht ? You may be in luck! This could happen to you! My 19 year old threatened me with lots of grand children the other day when we were discussing serious things like skiing, her snow board needs, the weather, her boy friend Big Ben, and other such trivia. Your time is coming. Prepare thyself. Grandma Rambi.

To: Rambi who wrote (17203)	1/31/1999 9:47:00 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

I had two cousins who set state records in swimming and dated a girl who won a bronze in swimming in the Tokyo Olympics. From what I remember the swimmers were overly gungho in conditioning. I remember one swimmer laying on his back sucking honey out of a bear's head (plastic bear) for energy before his meet.

To: Rambi who wrote (17203)	1/31/1999 11:15:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

LOL! Chris had a vasectomy, oh, seven years ago, about the time I started saying how much I wanted a daughter. Ben and Nick haven't changed much over the years, I agree. Nick used to carry around a sheepskin, everywhere, his "Sheepy," and you can't imagine the uproar when I would wash and dry it every few months when it became fetid beyond belief. He would stand by the washing machine and bang on the sides, crying, "Sheep! Sheep!" Then, when I put it in the drier, he would try to dive in after it. When he was maybe three or four, he got tired of his brother teasing him about the sheepie, and he ripped it into little shreds. Then, he became attached to a large stuffed leopard, maybe three feet long, named "Snowball," who is now his pillow, and a down comforter, which is now, you guessed it, fetid beyond belief. I can't wash it anymore, the cotton cloth is too fragile, and all patched up.