Pep:

Yep, SC is one righteous dude alrighty!

Not that xMrs SC needs my defense, but I think some of the facts have blurred a bit over the years... she wasn't (and perhaps still isn't) able 2 have conjugal visits because the prison knows she's not a blood relative of the OM. I remember speculating with SC about this (back when he WOULD speculate - because now he knows better and most of it is rubbing off on ol' 2long! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />), it seemed the most "logical" reason for having the A with the inmate (who was a highschool sweetheart that SC was never told about) was because it COULDN'T become a PA (she'd had one many years earlier that they never properly processed).

In any case, it seems as though she's finally "getting it", but because SC has moved on, there's no reason for him 2 delve deeper 2 find out whether that's true or not. It's just 2 late.

I think all three of their kids are out on their own now. Not that this experience won't dog them the rest of their lives, of course.

I'm sure that if whenever the oppor2nity arises, SC will treat his xW with kindness, empathy, and compassion. There is no other way 2 behave, after all. But his heart belongs 2 someone else now.

-ol' 2long

SS:

"After we visit mom, we'll go out to eat. Small town near by, a place we haven't been before."

I would have thought that you'd had MANY Bumbleberry pies before now! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

-ol' 2long

Actually it's a new Oriental place in Hurricane.

Didn't feel like driving all the way to Springdale tonight. I mean, it's almost 45 minutes.

SS

SS:

Prob'ly a lotta folk units don't realize that there's a good deal of great Chinese places in the SW, particularly the eensy towns. Because of all the descendents of railroad workers from the 19th Cen2ry.

The Hong Kong closes at 9pm these days, though - railroad 2k their business up the hill 2 the new place. And it was closed for a 2ple weeks when we were there last. The universe must be getting ready 2 implode.

-ol' 2long

I'll tell ya later. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I'll tell ya later.

Oh Righttttttt.

SS grins. Thinks it sounds good. GOOD.

Details, Details.

SS

No doubt SS, no doubt.

Blow At High Dough Lyrics
by Tragically Hip


They shot a movie once in my home town
Every body was in it from miles around
Out at the speedway some kinda Elvis thing
Well I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything

Get it out get it all out
Yeah stretch that thing
Make it last make it all last
At least until the supper bell rings
Well the taxi driver like his rhythm never like the stops
Throes of passion throes of passion
When something just threw him off

Sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember
The smarter it gets the further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough

Whoa baby I feel fine
I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense how it makes no sense
But I'll take it free any time
Whoever fits her usually gets her
It was the strangest thing
How she moved so fast, moved so fast
Into that wedding ring

[CHORUS]

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything
Well I can get behind anything

[CHORUS]

I guess my R with DW wasn't going so fast that I didn't need to know anything.

J, tell us NOW! says weaver with force

My all time favorite Cohen tune - (I'm listening to Cohen and The Tragically Hip this a.m., can you tell?)

LEONARD COHEN lyrics - "Hallelujah"


Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hi weaver! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Hi Faith!!!!

weaver, you sound really good. Are you? How's your DD?

Both Canadian!!!

I'm on a patriotic rant this week. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

Anyways...off to my son's hockey game.

>>>>>>>>>>woosh>>>>>>>>those are Binder's posts, LOL

Always glad to see ya though! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

We are both very good Faith!

Binder, Yes I know. I live on the border of Canada and my mother was French Canadian.

I LOVE Canada, and all that means!

Have fun at your sons hocky game!

Sorry to run off like that last night; I had thought that it would show as edited, but it didn't. I was looking for a thread that I'd heard about. I found it, finally, over on JFO.

No need to worry about anything. All's well. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Weaver….you’re of French Canadian stock?! That explains the passion, the irreverence the irascibility…….as well as the sensitivity and compassion. I think you’re something.

I’m really enriched by the folks I’ve met here. I wish I was fabulously wealthy so I could throw a proper party for all the folks on this thread and then some. I would love to spend an evening hanging out and meeting all the incredible minds live. I would give my left nut……well not really, but you know what I mean……. to hear GC picking on his guitar, see 2long rubbing his chin deep in thought….SS……well heck I think I’ll just find one of his daughters and marry her just so I can call him dad!

So two hockey games for my son today….he scored a goal in each of them. That boy is really starting to show some talent…..sure didn’t get it from me…..I had hands like cement when I played. He’d been off school for the week as is every other child this time of year. He told me that he and his sister went with STBXWW to my friend’s cabin this past week. This is one of my closest friends that my STBXW and I used to spend time with every summer at this cabin. His wife passed away from breast cancer a few years ago and he’s been raising his daughter on his own since. He lives in the same city as OM and the cabin I refer to is about half way between our cities. OM was not there. I’ve not spoken to this friend since the visit as I really do not care to hear what they discussed.

Since this visit my son has asked what happened to OM’s BS. Apparently STBXWW (I wish I had a pseudonym like “the sparrow” so I didn’t have to keep typing these banal acronyms) told my son that OM’s wife is dead! I really doubt that as I spoke to her a year and a half ago and I have enough common friends yet that I would have heard that. I told him that may be true, but I’ve not heard such. He figures his mom is “fibbing”. Nice.

Anyways…..this friend has since met a woman and has fallen in love. He, as is his way, is so smitten that I’m sure will propose to her if he hasn’t already. I’ve tried to be happy for him, but in my cynical mind this relationship has disaster written all over it. This woman has been married twice prior and has two children from her previous marriage. They began dating about 6 mos. after she separated from her last husband and she still is not divorced. Given that she saw divorce as the solution to her marriage to her last husband in spite of the children and given the speed in which she has jumped into this relationship, I’m not to optimistic. I doubt that blending families is an easy task as well. Statistics alone give this a dismal chance. I have said as much when they began to date…..but now I cannot voice further concern without risking alienating him. Oh yeah…..and she’s a lawyer.

So….here I sit on a Sat. night while my children sleep. It’s comforting. Really no other place I’d rather be right now. Hopefully GC is tied to a post in a basement somewhere with some closet dominatrix woman he met that is turning him into her sex slave. I on the other hand am still awaiting the divorce……my lawyer is legally compelling opposing counsel to finish the paperwork required. I wait.

Work is going well. Though I can no longer participate in the high adrenalin stuff I used to, my present supervisor has budgeted the money required to equip me so I can still participate in a peripheral way. I must say, my employer has been nothing short of amazing since this mess occurred. I am allowed flexible shifts to accommodate my parenting obligations. I can take a few hours off here and there to do the school meeting/watch the kid’s concert stuff……heck I might even score a trip to NYC on the company dime in February for a week. Never been.

So…..I’m rambling now.

OK….I’ll shaddap! First though……some lyrics from a song I’ve commented on before….written by Jane Siberry and sung by KD Lang. It still chokes me up when I clutch my daughter tightly and we dance to it.

Love is Everything:

Maybe it was to learn how to love
Maybe it was to learn how to leave
Maybe it was for the games we played
Maybe it was to learn how to choose
Maybe it was to learn how to lose
Maybe it was for the love we made

Love is everything they said it would be
Love made sweet and sad the same
But love forgot to make me too blind to see
You're chickening out aren't you?
You're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum
I cant wait 'til you make
The whole kingdom come
So I'm leaving

Maybe it was to learn how to fight
Maybe it was for the lesson in pride
Maybe it was the cowboys' ways
Maybe it was to learn not to lie
Maybe it was to learn how to cry
Maybe it was for the love we made

Love is everything they said it would be
Love did not hold back the reins
But love forgot to make me too blind to see
You're chickening out aren't you?
You're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum
I cant wait 'til you make
The whole kingdom come
So I'm leaving

First he turns to you
Then he turns to her
So you try to hurt him back
But it breaks your body down
So you try to love bigger
Bigger still
But it...it's too late

So take a lesson from the strangeness you feel
And know you'll never be the same
And find it in your heart to kneel down and say
I gave my love didn't I?
And I gave it big...sometimes
And I gave it in my own sweet time
I'm just leaving

Love is everything...



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>woosh>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Binder:

Heck, you don't need 2 be rich! Just make the party pot luck! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

I wouldn't be surprised if you scenario for gc in the basement is why we haven't heard form him 2night. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

It's weird knowing friends are making potentially very bad mistakes, isn't it? Our senses are heightened by our experiences. We find it baffling that others could risk making the same mistakes, "knowing" what we've been through. But I think the truth is that they simply can't really know, in the sense that they haven't internalized the lessons we've learned 2 the depth that we have. Simply because they haven't lived what we've been through. And sadly, maybe they need 2, for their own enlightenment 2 occur.

My 2rn 2 ramble!

-ol' 2long

Tonight I went out with the woman who's one of sparrow's oldest friends, but who has maintained a friendship with me. I was introduced to a nice girl who I might see again sometime, even though I was pretty "eh" about her.

Fellas, sorry to disappoint, but when it comes to dating, I am so far a chickensh*t and as dumb as a box of rocks.

But I'll get it together. I'll figure it out.

GC

Dumb as a box of rocks.

Mmm. Possibly, of course. But the evidence seems to indicate otherwise.

Grey, have you ever considered that maybe you're looking in the wrong places? You talk about meeting girls in bars and at parties and, to a lesser extent, when you're introduced by friends.

I know that there are things you love to do. Playing the guitar and making music, exercise, and the joy of the science that you do.

I also know that you know how long it takes to get good at that stuff. Long time. Lotsa time.

Some of it has nothing to do with what you want to be doing. Remember sitting in calculus or differential equations or complex analysis or quantum mechanics or whatever class it was that finally did it, and thinking, "What in the heck am I doing here and how does it relate to where I want to go????"

And yet -- you did need that knowledge even if you couldn't see it at the time.

I'm thinking maybe it's time for the dating equivalent of quantum mechanics.

Go talk to God or whatever your understanding of the higher power of the Universe is.

Go learn about heart things and soul things.

Not because it has anything to do with dating. It doesn't.

It's just the underlying structure that makes it all make sense.

Because if The One Right girl isn't showing up, and Some Fun Ones to Hang Out with aren't showing up, I think that means that there's something else that you're supposed to be focusing on. When you start to have that other thing click into place, this part of being stuck will work itself out.

J, I'm certain of it.

You voiced my thoughts exactly.

I'm frustrated by the way things are right now, but only a little. I don't sweat it much because... well, the QM analogy is nearly perfect. Also because I'm not shy around women or intimidated by them. Just not interested in most of the ones I meet, frankly.

As for the learning about heart & soul things and taking the dating equivalent of QM... I'm doing an okay job of all that.

GC