welcome to my nightmare #3

[theoden]

Husband,

Is this the love I get....?

All of you ladies giving me tattoo sound kind of intriguing. Of course this will have to be after we have had a few coronas (and maybe a shot of tequila), but does Theo need to be there?

Man...talk about throwing a brother under the bus ;-)

Hmmmmm.....

I'd be honored if Delia and the lovely ladies were to give me tattoos in a ritual ceremony before I mounted my steed and rode off to battle in a land called oblivion

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

--theoden

[Dr LOve]

Theo -

You could " join" us buddy , It's just that delia said "I'll let Theo clobber you"

I think everybody misunderstood me. I think all of the advice and perspectives I have gotten here are great. But my feeble mind, the mind of a man that has had no real W or companionship for over a year keeps short circuiting.
I KNOW I need to DETACH I keep saying over and over again in my mind detach, detach. But my hearts want to court. See you have the strength to wait for the full course meal. I just keep going after table scraps. That is what I got used to over the last year. I still would be doing it if I did not find the pics.
So please everyone you are all great people, all with very unique qualities. I would not have made it this far if it were not for you guy's and gals. I do think I am making progress. She could have taken my son to Yosemite without me. I have made progress I could have made some smart ass remark like "is this the same time share you and XXXXX stayed at? (I would have said something like that a few months ago).

I really do have to thank the OM for:

1. Letting me know My W had a problem.
2. Making it possible to meet all of you
3. MAKING me get my life back.
4. Possibly having a tattoo party with a good buddy and a group of lovely ladies. (Maybe we should just use body paints.)

Theo one more thing,
The first tatto I wanted was a skull and cross bones, I have that on the flag on my jeep and love pirate movies.

Husband

[delia]

Poor Theoden! I hope you aren't galloping off to the local opium den. I would be MORE than happy to tattoo you, so long as I can use your sword to do it. I know that my designs won't be as delicate as some--and also I might need to do some preliminary sketches (maybe with a Bowie knife) before I get down to the actual business of tattooing--and also I like abstract art, in large, bold swaths--but I would be SIMPLY honored to tattoo you into several ritualistic pieces. And my current anger issues with men in general--don't worry a BIT about it. I'll be as gentle as a lamb.

[delia]

I don't know if I can do a skull and crossbones! But for you, husband, we can use body paints, because YOU write mushy letters

[Dr LOve]

Delia

I will always remember the first day we met. You were at the face painting booth at the church fund raiser. My friend Theo noticed you also. There we were two guys with their tounges hanging out looking at the most beautiful woman at the fair. Theo was dressed in Viking dress thing. I was in my cut off’s and a mussel shirt. Our other buddy MC was late because he was having a hard time getting his spandex skinny dude pants on.
We walked over to your booth; there you were in this really nice summer dress. You looked up at us with our pretty brown eyes and a cute smile and said can I help you?
Theo started mumbling something about his steed. I spoke up and asked if you knew how to paint skull’s with cross bones? You had a little worried look on your face and said “I never have but I’ll give it a try.” I looked into your eyes and saw the sparkle of a thousand stars and said you will do just fine. Just then Theo asked “Can I get a picture of a Harley on my chest?” We both looked at him and laughed. I sat down in the chair next to you as nervous as a high school kid on his first date. You held my hand and said don’t worry I won’t hurt you. Little did you know I was not worried about the painting, I was just nervous being this close to you. Your hand felt so soft.When you let go of my hand I felt disappointed. But you grabbed your paints and brush. Mixing the colors like a Picasso you held the brush up next to my shoulder just then MC rode up on his bike in his skinny dude pants and said.....

Sorry it's my thread needed a little distraction


Husband

[EmtnRllrCstr]

You guys are nuts..... I love you all.....OK I am drinking a little tonight. But I still love this board and all of you....

[delia]

That was the most beautiful and moving portrait ever written....about my friend Grunshenka. I wouldn't say a word against her--she's my bestest buddy--but she's ALWAYS hanging out at fair booths wearing summery dresses with no knickers on. I'm just surprised she was at your church fund raiser. It's a good thing you didn't finish the story, because I know exactly how it ends. Bless her heart, Grushenka will flirt with anybody ANYWHERE--under the bleachers, on top of the steeple, ANYWHERE. I wouldn't say a word against her. We've been pals FOREVER. But it doesn't matter how many guys she's got on her string, or how many stars in her eyes (I think she's just near-sighted and won't wear her glasses)---when this chick catches wind (in every sense of the word) of a guy in his skinny dude pants...there's simply no stopping her. Especially if he's riding a bike, and he's sitting on it all kind of stiff like a cadaver cause he can't really move his legs and he's about to split at the seams. I know her. She'd just glob the paint on your face like she was painting a fence, yank away her soft, pudgy little hand, and go leap on back of the bike with Skinny Dude Pants Guy. She's kinds cruel that way.....Love her to death, though.

[Dr LOve]

ERC
Of course we are INSANE. Would a sane person hang on th their S after what they have done to us?

Remember in our sitch's there is no place for logic.
We have entered the twilight ZONE.

Feeling good detached quite a bit tonight (the beer helped). Going camping (in the back yard) with my son and the dog.

Wireless conections gods gift to the computer geek.

Husband

[Yoyowife]

Aww Husband,
You are awesome! I remember when I was young my cousins and I thought it was such a treat to camp out in the tent in the yard. We'd have a weiner roast and tell ghost stories, didn't even know what computers were back then, ha! What wonderful memories you are making with your son. Camping out is one of my wonderful memories.

You are so right that we are insane! Not many people would have put up with what all of us DBers have!

[delia]

I remember those ghost stories, too--"The Golden Arm"--"The Black Velvet Ribbon." There was always some kid who told them really well.

How come some people get to live in California, when other, much more deserving people have to live with skeeters in the back yard?