Something revisited last night and it was fun. Went down to a local bar that I use to frequent 20 plus yrs. ago. The decor had changed but the clientele was still 20 something crowd.
This place now has ping pong and a guy asked if i'd play. I use to play a lot in my teen age yrs, so what the hell. I wasn't as rusty as I thought i'd be, or was it the beer? LOL
We must have played for 3 hrs, even worked up a sweat. It is sad but my back is sore today, not as limber as I use to be.
Anyone here play the ping pong? Or maybe outa the norm activities... shoot them ideas.
lunch time cire
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
Used to play at my local community pool as a kid. Haven't played in years. Hope you are weathering the storm. FIB
Me 55; XW 47; 2 kids (S13, D11) Bomb 05/19/06 Original thread http://tinyurl.com/yg2ou2t Last anniversary 04/25/10, Divorced 5/12/10 Status: Loving father of 2 beautiful children;
Peeking out from the corner of my desk blotter is a note, slowly yellowing and bent from time. It is a card from my mother, containing only four sentences. In it, she praises my abilities as a writer without qualification. Each sentence is full with love, offering specific examples of what my pursuit has meant to her and my father. The word "but" never appears on the card, however the word "and" is there almost a half dozen times. Every time I read it -- which is almost every day -- am reminded to ask myself if I am doing the same thing for my daughters. I've asked myself how many times I've "but-ted" them, and me, out of happiness. I hate to say that it's more often than I'd like to admit. Although our eldest daughter usually got all A's on her report card, there was never a semester when at least one teacher would not suggest that she talked too much in class. I always forgot to ask them if she was making improvement in controlling her behavior, if her comments contributed to the discussion in progress or encouraged a quieter child to talk. Instead, I would come home and greet her with, "Congratulations! Your Dad and I are very proud of your accomplishment, but could you try to tone it down in class?" The same was true of our younger daughter. Like her sister, she is a lovely, bright, articulate and friendly child. She also treats the floor of her room and the bathroom as a closet, which has provoked me to say on more than one occasion, "Yes, that project is great, but clean up your room!" I've noticed that other parents do the same thing. "Our whole family was together for Christmas, but Kyle skipped out early to play his new computer game." "The hockey team won, but Mike should have made that last goal." "Amy's the homecoming queen, but now she wants $200 to buy a new dress and shoes." But, but, but. Instead, what I learned from my mother is that if you really want love to flow to your children, start thinking "and, and, and..." instead. For example: "Our whole family was together for Christmas dinner, and Kyle mastered his new computer game before the night was through." "The hockey team won, and Mike did his best the whole game." "Amy's the homecoming queen, and she's going to look gorgeous!" The fact is that "but" feels bad -- "and" feels good. And when it comes to our children, feeling good is definitely the way to go. When they feel good about themselves and what they are doing, they do more of it, building their self-confidence, their judgment and their harmonious connections to others. When everything they say, think or do is qualified or put down in some way, their joy sours and their anger soars. This is not to say that children don't need or won't respond to their parents' expectations. They do and they will, regardless of whether those expectations are good or bad. When those expectations are consistently bright and positive and then are taught, modeled and expressed, amazing things happen. "I see you made a mistake. And I know you are intelligent enough to figure out what you did wrong and make a better decision next time." Or, "You've been spending hours on that project, and I'd love to have you explain it to me." Or, "We work hard for our money, and I know you can help figure out a way to pay for what you want." It's not enough just to say we love our children. In a time when frustration has grown fierce, we can no longer afford to limit love's expression. If we want to tone down the sound of violence in our society, we're going to have to turn up the volume on noticing, praising, guiding and participating in what is right with our children. "No more buts!" is a clarion call for joy. It's also a challenge, the opportunity fresh before us every day to put our attention on what is good and promising about our children, and to believe with all our hearts that they will eventually be able to see the same in us and the people with whom they will ultimately live, work and serve. And if I ever forget, I have my mother's note to remind me.
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Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
The Trouble Tree The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again. "Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
. By Author Unknown
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
Cire That is really cool. I wish I would have done this during our marriage. Hopefully, we will all get a second (in my case 4th) shot at doing it right. C
Me: 46 Wife: 39 D: 13 S: 11, 9, 7 Bomb 3.2.07, Sep Same Day, D papers 11.1.07 Current Status - Wants to take me through Discovery, I will go to prison first.
Back to court tomorrow to address the TRO XW took out.
I was at a out of town meeting yesterday and after the meeting I went and had drinks with XW's best friend as we work with each other. We have never spoke about anything concerning X and that changed last night. She, (after a few) brought up the X and I. I don't know if she was fishing or what the reason but it seems the X is rewriting facts. The stories she tells her friend are bizarre to say the least.
One things evident, and that is the fact I still have feelings of love for her but in a numb way. I was told she has already broke up with OM once and was suppose to travel to TX with him for a week but backed out of that. The woman has serious issues and it's just sad to me that I just have to move forward and let her crash.
On a lighter note I am anxious to see whats in store for me as an unattatched, middle aged, slightly damaged, high mileage, father of 2. If the past is any indication it won't be boring.
Ahh LIFE...
cire
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
Court was at 9 this morning, and I get a call from her best friend at 8 asking me what time court was. I tell her and she wishes me luck? WTH
Suffice it to say my rectum is larger now. I am just at a loss to any feelings, i'm void at the moment. Empty balloon!
Her friend calls me back and asks how it went and then says to me that she hopes "XXX feels good about herself" (sarcastically). Tells me she's probably just as mad at her as I am. Funny thing i'm not mad at the moment, maybe all life is sucked out of me for this woman right now.
So now there is an OP (order of protection) against me for a year. Not within 2 blocks or any contact even indirectly whether I have anything to do with it or not. Even if she tries to talk with me sometime down the road "I" will be in violation.
As I process all this i'm sure i'm in for the ride of emotions again, or else i'm just broken. (sigh)
God you got this one i'll be passed out in the back...
cire
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by. Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance, for Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.
Obituary-
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in pl ace. R reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
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Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
