I am way behind these days. My life has evolved into a weekly run all over North Jersey. I feel like a pinball - in fact, I have, in my estimation, become the Pinball Wizard. Had a victorious run- in with an extended warranty last week. Transmission goes on the Windstar, only 65K miles, and Ford, while grumbling about...themselves ( they didn't quite grasp that ) paid for the $3K transmission and a rental car. They wonder why everubody drives Camrys? Joe is calf raising 230 pounds. BTW Frau, calf raising is weight lifting not orphan baby cow adoption. He has been dying to "wrestle" me, which should be understood to be his interpretation of a mugging. He crumpled my chest, knocked the wind out of me, twisted my left leg so I couldn't do my patented spin move and generally pounded me into submission in 45 seconds. Melanie had been warning me not to do this, but in my mind, I am Tim the Mighty taking on Gino Kingsley in the backyard. I can still think what to do, but my body just lays there and laughs. Melanie yelled at me, Joe raised his hands in triumph, called me a wus and walked away guiltlessly ( I expected some remorse ), Kathleen laughed, and Christina cried, seeing her Dad pummeled so heartlessly. I whimpered and dreamed about the good old days at Vulcanic Heater with Dick Carver, $3.50 an hour, and brown hair.