Over hill, over dale

dale ---------> Roy Rogers

Dale, of course being Dale Evans.

(Brenda: I'm only 49 and a half. I skipped a year in school. Not because I was smart or anything, I think it had more to do with the principal getting tired of me.)

and Hammerstein

Gotcha beat ... grad 1971, am 54 and proud of it!

Oklahoma!

PS: I graduated in 1977 and will be the big 5-0 at Christmas time

Oklahoma------------> Tishomingo.
(oops, I may have just killed the thread! It's the town where my mom and her whole fam damily are from, and I spent all my summers.)

I graduated in 77 and will be 49 in 2 months. Like I said, I am counting on 50 being the new 48 or even better, the new 42! I liked 48, but 42 was the best of the 40s.

Timbukto...............Tippacanoe

I am hoping 60 is the new 40.....or at least closer to collecting my pension

I am from the class of 1970.....if years could talk.

over-the olympics are finally over!

over--weight

I am

I graduated in '77 and turned 49 in May. Some days I'm more like 30 and some days I'm more like 80!

weight -------> height


right there with you Sassy! 30 one day, 80 the next!

TALL

.... (I'm a six-foot Norski!)

tall-------->ships

(my son was on the Tole Mour for one summer at sea)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tole_Mour

PS:
Hami High Class of '75
Proud of it
Can rap like a gansta
Can sing every rolling stones song
Pretty much sums up my talents.

ship-------> cruise (as in french/italian riviera!)

yeah right flori - you so gangsta!

cruise------>dream

dream - girl

Girl ------> Pink(Girl)

We've come full circle.

Congratulations PinkGirl on your 1,000+ posts! You add so much to this board, from your quirky sense of humor (that's a good thing), to your supportive posts to those in need of some reassurance, and last but not least, your amazing quiz solving.

Post on!

Pink --------> Cotton Candy

Because Pink Girl is so sweet.

bole weevil

Bole Weevil..............Enterprise, Alabama

(I saw the statue so i am a believer)

ALABAMA >>>> Plantation

P.S. My grandma was born on their cotton plantation in Valula, Alabama. (Don't even TRY to find it!)

jimmy carter

peanuts.......

(old man on the) BACKPORCH

PEANUTS --- Baseball Game.

(Just TRY to get out of the ballpark without slipping on the discarded shells all over the place!)

(Had to go back to PEANUTS because we don't have a back porch.)

Back porch, baseball game ---------->boys

Reminds me when I was a kid and we would play baseball until it was too dark to see and then we would play kick the can until it was time to go to bed.

enberry ...... Boysenberry!

elderberry (wine) ...

(a favorite elton john song)

elton john-----sunglasses

sunglasses----at night

sunglasses at night -----> the future's so bright I gotta wear SHADES

or if you prefer, night -----> SHADE
(nightshade is a nasty plant for farmers ... with an 'interesting' history)

Shade........................Sun

I prefer the later

a dark suntan

Suntan......................Key West

Bonefish.....

Bonefish...Wishbone:)

Redbone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xLi39E9PbA

Redbone -----------> Tuba

Leon Redbone was a ragtime musician who had a tuba player. Makes you wonder what happens to tuba players after they are no longer in their marching band.

Pink Girl:

And you should think about that all the time. Tuba players practice their instruments as hard as anyone else. They buy an expensive tuba. They work their way through highschool, playing in the marching band at halftime where only their parents watch, everyone else going to one of the two restrooms to take a pee. If they are good, they go to college and march in the band, lugging a heavy tuba around, which only gets heavier as it fills with spit, with only their parents in the stand, everyone else going to one of four restrooms to take a pee. And when they graduate, they get to compete for one of the two professional tuba jobs in the planet. (There used to be three before Leon Redbone retired.) So they sit in their apartments, alone at night, practicing for the long awaited tuba revival which never comes as their next door neighbors throw shoes against the wall and their downstairs neighbor pounds on his ceiling with a broom handle.

Can you think of anything more bleak and pathetic. Where were these people's parents when they started down this slippery slope?

I'm just saying..........