There's always someone listening! I feel like the ghost in machine at times.
How's the legal struggle going? Have you settled everything now that you have the year long RO in place? I can see the need for these things but I sure do see a lot of abuse in the system but at times I guess the court says "Better safe than sorry." after a few defendents were truly abused and didn't receive help. It's not a truly just legal system but I'm sure they do their best.
NH, That cire guy does talk out his ass at times but he means well.
As far as the legal stuff, she gave some of my things back to my dad on sunday. Still a lot she has... guess i'll just have to file something in small claims court. RO you know...
I've had all my shop stuff moved into another one for just about a month now and my attorney still hasn't filed anything with regards to the stolen items. NICE
I did meet a nice lady who lives about 8 hrs. away though. She has issues as i've stated on another thread I think. The friendship is nice, time will tell.
Life, for the moment, seems to be directing me away from X and into a type of holding pattern until I straighten out some things. Good I guess.
As for september my youngest is playing football so i'll have that to attend. Guess i'll have to schedule my traveling tighter.
Welcome to another season
cire
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
Cire....I can't tell you how important it is to know that your dad is out there in the stands watching you play football. The only time I remember my father coming to see me play, he watched MY number on the OPPOSITE team. The hurt was so bad that I recall it to this day.
You said it yourself....consistency and being there. 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;
I'm in newcomers, but, i'm a veteran! Sad face with that.
As of this fall;
I miss my W I miss the past The new (bisquit) guess what to all women here (i'm wrong). I follow a need like so many! I miss but i'm not done! just stupid
cire
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
Subject: FALL CLASSES AUG 30 2007 Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 00:10:28 +0000
Subject: FALL CLASSES AUG 30 2007
> Harder than Physics or Calculus!
Fall Classes for Men at THE ADULT LEARNING CENTER
REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED By Monday, Aug 30, 2007
NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM.
Class 1 How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation. Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM. Class 2 The Toilet Paper Roll--Does It Change Itself? Round Table Discussion. Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours. Class 3 Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub?--Group Practice. Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours. Class 4 Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor--Pictures and Explanatory Graphics. Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks. Class 5 Dinner Dishes--Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink? Examples on Video. Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning At 7:00 PM Class 6 Loss Of Identity--Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other. Help Line Support and Support Groups. Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM Class 7 Learning How To Find Things--Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming. Open Forum. Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours. Class 8 Health Watch--Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health. Graphics and Audio Tapes. Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours. Class 9 Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost--Real Life Testimonials. Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined. Class 10 Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks? Driving Simulations. 4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours. Class 11 Learning to Live--Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife. Online Classes and role-playing. Tuesdays at 7:00 PM , location to be determ ined Class 12 How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques. Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM . Class 13 How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy--Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late. Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered. Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours. Class 14 The Stove/Oven--What It Is and How It Is Used. Live Demonstration. Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, location to be determined. Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final col umn is worth a few minutes of your time.
Ben Stein's Last Column... ============================================ How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?
As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end..
It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the r ich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for mem orizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit , Iraq . He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.
A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad . He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.
A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad .
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.
We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on th e covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.
Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collap se. No w you have my idea of a real hero.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin...or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.
But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be m y main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was th e only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York . I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.
Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will. By Ben Stein
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter as she'd done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Grandma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!"
My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, "62." He was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, "Did you start at 1?
After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. At last she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"
A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: "We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"
My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?" I mentally polished my halo while I asked, "No, how are we alike?" "You're both old," he replied.
A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked. "I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."
I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me, and always she was correct. But it was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself."
My 3-year-old granddaughter and I were studying the world globe, and finding different points of interest. I pointed to the ocean and asked her what that was. She was hesitant to answer, so I said, "that's the ocean." Whereupon she said, "Very good!"
When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, "It's no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."
A second grader came home from school and said to her grand mother, "Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today." The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. "That's interesting," she said, "How do you make babies?" "It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'"
Children's Logic: "Give me a sentence about a public servant," said a teacher. The small boy wrote: "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant." The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked. Yes," said the young boy confidently. "It means carrying a child. "
A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster. "No, said another, "he's just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close. "They use the dogs", she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrants."
The End
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
> P ass The Butter ... please .. > This is interesting . . . . . Margarine was originally manufactured to fatten > turkeys. When it killed the turkeys, the people who had put all the money into > the research wanted a payback so they put their heads together to figure out > what to do with this product to get their money back. It was a white substance > with no food appeal so they added the yellow coloring and sold it to people to > use in place of butter. How do you like it? They have come out with some clever > new flavorings. > DO YOU KNOW. . the difference between margarine and butter? Read on to the > end...gets very interesting! Both have the same amount of calories. Butter is > slightly higher in saturated fats at > 8 grams compared to 5. Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by > 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical > Study. > Eating butter increases the absorption of many other > nutrients in other foods. Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine > has a few only because they are added! Butter tastes much better than margarine > and it can enhance the flavors of other foods. Butter has been around for > centurie s where margarine has been around for less than 100 years . And now, > for Margarine.. Very high in trans fatty acids. Triple risk of coronary heart > disease .. Increases total cholesterol and LDL (this is the bad cholesterol) and > lowers HDL cholesterol, (the good cholesterol) > Increases the risk of cancers up to five fold. > Lowers quality of breast milk. Decreases immune response. Decreases insulin > response. And here's the most disturbing fact.... HERE IS THE PART THAT IS VERY & gt; INTERESTING! Margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being PLASTIC.. This fact > alone was enough to have me avoiding margarine for life and anything else that > is hydrogenated (this means hy drogen is added, changing the molecular structure > of the substance). You can try this yourself: Purchase a tub of margarine and > leave it in your garage or shaded area. Within a couple of days you will note a > couple of things: * no flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it > (that should tell you something) * it does not rot or smell differently because > it has no nutritional value ; nothing will grow on it. Even those teeny weeny > microorganisms will not a find a ho me to grow. Why? Because it is nearly > plastic . Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on your toast? Share > This With Your Friends.....(If you want to 'butter them up')! Chinese Proverb: > 'When someone sh ares something of value with you and you benefit from it, you > have a moral obligation to share it with others
Me 48 X's vary S 27 S 18 Back with high school sweety after 30 years..
is nice, time will tell.