Great GC. You know, of course, that she is a private in the army of Lucifer sent to subjegate our gender and bring ruin and misery into your life don't you?

I suggest next time have a vial of holy water, throw it on her and attempt to find a (is it silver or wood....or is that for vampires??)stake to drive through her heart.

Oh yeah....does she have a sister? AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGG! There I go again!!

GC, the post-a-holic.

A common piece of advice I've heard, and followed, this past year, is that someone in my shoes should not direct his anger at the WS. Exercise, go headbanging, get a punching bag, play loud music... but don't direct your anger at the person who caused it. It will only diminish you and make you feel worse, and do damage to your efforts to save your M. It is an unloving act.

They say it's unnecessary, that her consequences will come. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of her life.

I'm not always convinced.

GC

I suggest next time have a vial of holy water, throw it on her and attempt to find a (is it silver or wood....or is that for vampires??)stake to drive through her heart.

Heh, heh, heh.

What heart?

GC

Two words:

Slam dance.

Need I say more?

Creepy swelling flying monkey music


'Doan need no heart, GC. . .

The holy water that Binder recommends will work just fine. Remember Dorothy?


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slh

Good to hear from ya, SLH.

That song makes the hair on my arms stand up. Every time.

GC

SLH, I did some checking. I don't think "The Rainbow Connection" has ever been done justice. Willie's version is pretty good, but...

The selfish poster GC is having pretty outrageous shifts in his mood these days, which again... let's blame AD withdrawal.

I'm trying to figure out what to do about future contact with the sparrow. Though the likelihood is as tiny as her compassion, my vision of it as black as her heart.

Hopefully, that's all over... but I foresee one or two minor skirmishes over stuff.

I'm repairing the plaster in my bedroom. I love the smell of fresh plaster. My room doesn't smell like it's in an 80-year-old house. It smells clean and new. I'd like to bottle that smell. Okay that's tweaked. Who would bottle the smell of plaster? Different strokes for different folks I guess.

GC

Hi Gray

sorry to hear you having a hard time and running into jerks.

At least I have some goods news!! Aussie is back from the war and I'm not letting him go again.. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />
It was a bit of a shock to tell you the truth.

He came walking across to me with that cheeky grin on his face and all I could do was stare at him & remember to try & keep smiling. His left eye is bandaged , eyebrows look burned off but growing back, few scratches ….and hes walking on crutches.
Chest is wrapped - 5 broken ribs left side, deep sort of vertical cut about 2 inches long all stitched about right under his left arm pit and his right leg - again - is all bandaged and had a leg frame on it……. Has a cut running from the outside of his right ankle up and around to the back thigh which is stitched and has internal sutures.
I'm not sure what I expected but I didn't rally think he was banged up like this.
Yes shock would be a good way to describe it.
But thank God hes alive and THAT is all that matters.
Its not serious that’s the important thing too isnt it? I think it must hurt like hell though.
He asked me tonight how you were going and if you had been playing any good pubs so I hope you have because I told him you did!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

AW,

I haven't been online as much lately so haven't been to I'ville and must have missed the Breaking News. . . congratulations, sweetheart!!! How happy we all are for you and Aussie! What wonderful, wonderful news -- thank you so much for sharing it.

slh

SLH, I did some checking. I don't think "The Rainbow Connection" has ever been done justice. Willie's version is pretty good, but...

Hey, now. I know you're not making fun of my tag line, are you? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> I'm usually not into the whole "rainbows & flowers & unicorns" thing, but something about this song has always spoken to me, you know? Besides, I've always loved the stories of the Sailors who encountered the Sirens, and the gutsy captain who had himself lashed to the mast in order to hear their call. Romance and danger on the high seas, and all that. Too cool.

Gray, you'll know how to interact with the Sparrow when the time comes. Don't sweat it; let your conscience be your guide. It hasn't failed you thus far.

Is your house really 80 years old? Wow! Are you just plastering cracks or repainting to suit your new status, your new life, the new Graycloud? Nothing too somber I hope. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

slh

PS: Sarah McLachlan's Rainbow Connection is actually pretty darn good. My kids love it . . . much better than old Kermit. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

My house is a 1924 bungalow. I'm restoring, which is a whole mess of trouble beyond freshening up. I'm making this house mine.

I think you're right... I'm not going to sweat possible future interaction with sparrow much, since it's unlikely anyway.

This girl was my life. We were the absolute best of friends. This wasn't one of those marriages where things gradually deteriorated to the point where having her gone was a relief. It was an explosion. There were a few months of rockiness, a few months of too much separation, and suddenly there was a knife between my shoulder blades.

I'm no big Sarah McLachlan fan. She never quite did it for me. I listened to her version though, and it's okay. I know what you mean about the rainbows-and-unicorns stuff. There's just something off-the-charts sweet about that tune.

SLH, I hope the horsies are treating you well. Do you really ride them on the beach? Uhhh, was there or was there not a movie where a girl gets stranded on an island with a horse?

GC

I always sang RC as a lullaby to my babies.

Okay. There the tears come again.

Kimster,

Sweet-ums, I'm so sorry I brought up any heartrending memories for you right now, with my tag line. . .I sung it to my babies, too, and just wasn't thinking when I put it up here. I seem to have a knack for picking "bad" ones lately. . . I took out GC with Coldplay, too <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />.

I should reinstate my self-imposed edict to never use lyrics to songs.

Please forgive me <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />

m.

Uh oh, new Coldplay tomorrow. And for all you snobs out there, they are not Radiohead Lite.

I've almost posted about five times in the last two days, but I only gripe about life not being what I would like it to be. Pointless!

Was reading JustPeachy's thread, and she talked about "endless plan B tunnel vision" as her approach to her XH. I like this term.

Today I will cook my dinner on the grill and eat it with my hands, saying over and over again: "Chee-kann. Guuuud!"

GC

I am excited about the new Coldplay cd. I just read these lyrics from Square One:

You're in control
Is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control
Is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering
The space in which you travel in

From the top of your first page
To the end of the last page
From the start in your own way
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are

I said I'm on the top, I can't get back
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

The first line in your first page
To the end of the last page
That you...
From the start in your own way
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are

You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
Oh, you just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are

Is there anybody out there who
Is lost and hurt and lonely too?
They're bleeding all the colors into one
And a few come undone
As if you've been run through
Some catapult who fired you
You wonder if your chance will ever come
Or if you're stuck in square one.

This is from the Hardest Part:

And the hardest part
Was letting go, not taking part
was the hardest part
And the strangest thing
was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start

I could feel it go down
Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
Silver line in the cloud
Oh and I wish that I could work it out

And the hardest part
was letting go, not taking part
You really broke my heart, oh
And I tried to sing
But I couldn't think of anything
And that was the hardest part of all

I could feel it go down
You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
The silver line in the cloud
Oh and I, oh and I, I wonder what it's all about
I wonder what it's all about

Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do, it just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
And thats the hardest part, that's the hardest part
Yeah that's the hardest part, that's the hardest part

I signed my divorce papers this morning. The last year is playing in my head in quick little vignettes, jumping all over the place.

I didn't feel much of anything. Odd how such a strange and horrible event passes with no fanfare. It's so ordinary.

GC

I signed my divorce papers this morning.

Oh, Gray. Hugs, Hun.

Odd how such a strange and horrible event passes with no fanfare. It's so ordinary.

I think that's how it usually is, for people like us.

Are you disconcerted because you didn't feel as much as you thought you should?

Just because you didn't bawl bitterly over the papers as you signed them didn't mean that your marriage was any less real to you or that you didn't try as hard as you did to keep it together. You did, you truly did, even when it hurt like hell to implement Plan B and all that it entailed.

Gray, most of your grieving has already been done.

Will you always be GrayCloud? Will you one day be SilverLining?

slh

Naw, I like GrayCloud just fine.

gc:

"Today I will cook my dinner on the grill and eat it with my hands, saying over and over again: "Chee-kann. Guuuud!""

Mooltypass!

-ol' 2long