where is Shoe?

Is he offline with 'puter stuff going on?

Don't know?? Hope all's well with him'

On the other foot!heehee sorry
I think everyone is just busy at this time of year and he may have puter problems like some of us have had.

Hey Horseshoe....you are being summoned! Come out come out wherever you are....hehehe.

Last time I saw Shoe was in the chat room.

Yep, I saw him in the chatroom too. Zany pretended to see him, but she was just talking to herself. She does that you know. Maybe he is just busy in that shop of his?

Maybe he's making a bunch of deer sausage and going to invite us all over to share.

Maybe he is trying to figure out why he is a few bottles short of a six pack, or inventing new maxi-pad shoes, or.....Shoe, my mind is starting to wander now. LOL

He's planning on having a big get-together, like Jewell mentioned; with all that deer sausage.
Let's see.......I can bring the desserts

Maybe he is out playing in the mud and he can't come to the computer until he washes it off. He has gotten so much mud on himself that he can't get out of the mud puddle now... Shoe oh Shoe?????

He is invisable! But he has very shiny hair (red) and it can only be seen by crazy people....

i believe he went hunting for deer! last post with him is on the recipe thread. hmmmmm a busy young man i would say ;)! Hey Shoe!!! put u're best foot forward, we need u here. ROTFLOL!!! ma vie

An invisible man with a gun....he should be a great hunter!

I think he went hunting wearing only fig leaves, the wind blew them away and now he is hiding in a cave and can't come out. Poor Shoe, could somebody toss him a blanket?

He must have fallen into my mud pit before he found that cave. Maybe he is now toting that trophy deer out of the woods and can't be bothered by us. Ohh Shoe????? Where are Youuuu?????

He He . He was going to have some computer work done this week but I don't know if that's the reason he's not around I know he was having some trouble connecting. But your ideas are so much more fun. lol

Okay, here is the scenario: Shoe goes into the woods, barefoot and wearing only a fig leaf and a quiver of arrows, carrying the bow in his hand. He stepped on a chestnut burr and while hopping on one foot, slipped in frosty leaves that he didn't see. The loose stones caused him to slip all the way to the bottom of the hill. While lying in the mud and leaves, he saw a huge 12 point buck staring at him from the trees. Shoe reached into his quiver, pulled out an arrow and shot the deer. He didn't realize that the shaft of the arrow had gotten attached to the string holding up his fig leaves. The arrow struck the deer in the shoulder, wounding it but not killing it. The deer took off running................Shoe hasn't been seen since, though, I think someone mentioned something about a reindeer pulling Santa behind it without benefit of a sled. Hmmmmmmmm, wonder if that could have been Shoe.

Was that wooooo woooooo wooooo santa instead of ho ho ho we heard. lol

LOL Calalily. That's a good one

He's probably still trying to get out of his sweat pants that were hot glued on when he was chatting the other night. Don't that just frost your balls?????????

LOL - Yep that's it.

LOL - you people are so funny!

Now Lisa, see what you started????????

Cala I love the little senerio!!!!!!! It's a good one. Sounds just like the one shoe is going to tell as soon as he returns!!!!!!!!
sue

sue, this is not the first time one of my threads have gone bad, they seem to take on a life of their own...poor shoe, and all I did was wonder where he was *grin*

could it be that in the process of hunting a deer, Shoe found some wild plants in the process? now, probably is wandering in the woods, & could not make up his mind whether he is to hunt for deer or plant. poor guy, must be in a state of confusion. u got to remember he only got two hands: between the plants & the deer, he probably figuring which one to take home. oh my! Yo Shoe!!! hurry home, it is too cold out there!!! ROFLOL... ma vie

I think he is taking finals this week in Barn Yard Science.
He will be an official BS'er then.

Maybe Shoe is taking care of his garden in all this nice weather. It is like spring across much of the country. I think I may try and venture out myself today.

Has anybody heard from Shoe? How about Dave, haven't heard from him either. Think they went deer hunting and are lost together? Should we send out a rescue party?

Poor Shoe. Actually the real story isn't nearly as exciting! He's having computer problems. He took the computer into the shop to have the RAM upgraded and a CDRW installed. Now the guy says he needs to upgrade his processor because the one he has (166mhz) is too slow to run the CDRW. So...He took his computer home so he could have it for this weekend, but now he can't access any webpages or his e-mail! He can dial in and get on MSN Messenger, but can't do the other stuff. But the guy at the shop was able to get online with Shoe's Earthlink account earlier today - isn't that weird? There are no network problems - I checked for him. Aaaaargh.

I spent about 1/2 hour with both Shoe on MSN and a guy at Earthlink's tech support chat, relaying messages back and forth (I think I'd like being a TDD relay operator). The fella took Shoe through several hoops, but no luck so far. He'll probably have to call them for more in-depth help. Phoey!

Hope Shoe can get on again soon - sure miss that fella!!

GW
I have Earthlink, it's been on the fritz this whole week. Monday I get a cable modem, woo hoo. Poor Shoe.

Originally I didn't read this thread, as I do not know where 'Shoe is... then today I saw there were 29 replies, so wondered how that was possible considering the simple question... could he really be all those places at once? You all are too funny. <@:-) John

Personally, I like Georgiaredclay's theory.

Hey Gang Shoe is in the house. lol Want to bring this to the top so he see's it. lol Shoe you have been missed if you had been gone much longer I don't know what this story would have turned into. lol You better hurry and speak up to this gang or there might be a riot. lol

Oh my goon'ness!!! Well shut mah mouthpiece, lookee here at all ya'll ga-fooing around staring like 'at! Mercy me.
Well, it is so wunnerfull that ya'll missed me, just like I missed ya'll...'tis a terrible terrible thang to stare at a blank screen, count to 100, peek thru my good eye to see if it is on yet, only to be disappointed over and over...(I'se thinking it might just be a momentary lapse of reasoning on my computers part.) Oh well....

And now for the real story.

Ya see, it was like this. I woke up from my stupor in the middle of the day...I was being summoned. (Didn't kelly say something similar to that? Hmm...) Anyway, I was just dreaming of being in the DG chatroom talking to Preg, I mean Badseed, about this and that when all of a sudden I got the strongest urge to go grind up my deer into sausage and hamburger. For some reason I figgered I'd put on my maxi-pads, I mean shoes (don't know why tho, I just luv to walk thru the chicken coop bare-toed), and head to the shop. The way I figgered it I could have a big whing-ding of a party and invite ya'll over if I ground enuff deer meat to make ya'll wanna come. As I walked along, thinking about them desserts that Coco is so fond of making (and hoping maybe she'd bring some) I noticed all the souvinirs here and there on the ground in the chicken pen...a little white-and-gray colored plop here, another little white-and-black colored plop there, a chunky white here (no black), an "ooozy" here and there (sorta like the creamy stuff in a chocolate-covered cherry. At this point all I could think about was those high-dollar boxes of cordial candies people only receive as gifts. Whewww...well that started it all.
Ponditis was right...not paying attention I slipped and fell in the mud. Pure mud. Figgered at this point I better head to the crick and rinse off. So I did.

Well, to make a short story a bit shorter, down at the crick was a nice young doe deer...and all I had was my rabbit stick on me (I use it to throw at rabbits...knock 'em in the head, put 'em in the pot). Sorry folks, but ya gotta picture this...there I stood, skinny-legged but not stark nekkid (ya see, even tho I had pulled off my britches to rinse em I still had on my sunday fig leaf) (okay okay, now ya know my secret!) and there was this delectible looking doe, and I had all ya'll company coming! Well, there I was, caught in that dilemma...nearly naked, loin-cloth fig leaf (and I believe it shrunk a bit), mud hanging off my pecs, my hair a mess, shivering like a cajun in Tennessee, and decided to exercise my manliness! I reached for my rabbit stick, threw it w/all my might, hit the doe in the noggin and, and, and, ....she charged me!!! Came running right at me! When I pivoted around to run I slipped and fell into a weed patch! Magic weeds. The doe fell on top of me and we rolled in the weeds. (I'm purty sure it was a doe anyway.) At some point in time I managed to stuff some of them weeds down the doe's mouth, she finally passed out! Well, being a man I liked the contented look on her face so tried the weeds out for my ownself and was lost for days!
Altho it was a ruff time, and my back was very sore, I made it home.

The doctor says I'm gonna live but wonders how I survived a deer attack. And wonders why I have funny hoof marks on my back. And REALLY wonders about how they made scars that look like initials! Looks like a "B" and an "S"! (Ya'll suppose that thar GeorgiaRedClay is psychic?)

Pleez! I'm too old and fragile to laugh this hard! Now that we all know the "truth according to shoe", what should we do about him? We could: put together a bunch of these tall tales and sell them, fiction, of course, and give the money to the humane society to help all the suffering does; make a collection of shoeisms, (e.g., my Sunday fig leaf; shivering like a cajun in Tennessee;) sell them and give all the money to poor cajuns; haul Shoe to the park and charge admission so people can hear his tales, and give all the money to starving comedians. Or I guess we could just accept him as one of us. He's too old to change and too lovable to need to.

Good to have you back Shoe.

Good to see you posting again Shoe. So glad that doe didn't do you in. See folks, I knew there would be a deer and a fig leaf involved.

Dogs...that Calalily is a know-it-all! :>)
Thanks folks, glad to be back. And now, ON TO THE FORUMS!!
(that Aimee is scary...her mind/thinking resembles mine too much...hope we ain't inbred)

Sound's like quite an adventure shoe, glad to see you made it out alive!!!!!!! lol (just another classic)
sue

Well, Shoe, I come from a long line of prolific folks, and they did get itchy feet on a regular basis. Daddy used to sing a song that went like "got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes. I got the freight train blues, and when that freight train blows, I gotta go". Maybe in a different order, it's been a long time, but you get the idea. Who knows, you may have more cousins here than you can shake a stick at.