J, thanks for posting to Got2.

You're welcome, FF. I wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. But I do have a perspective that most people aren't going to have. There was a lot I wanted to say. I hope some of it will help him get grounded.

I gave him some of buttercup's threads to read as well. Your post was awesome and he really needs the support.

Good gosh, J, how could I forget about the Nylons. I have every CD of theirs, too. Favorite song: This Island Earth.

OK, my tune de jure:

Beer For My Horses - (with Willie Nelson)

Well a man come on the 6 o’clock news
Said somebody’s been shot, somebody’s been abused
Somebody blew up a building
Somebody stole a car
Somebody got away
Somebody didn’t get too far yeah
They didn’t get too far

Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that

[Chorus:]

Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune
We’ll all meet back at the local saloon
We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds
We’ve got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets
It’s time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground
Send ’em all to their maker and he’ll settle ’em down
You can bet he’ll set ’em down ’cause

[Chorus:]

By the time you read this it will probably be
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAITHFUL

If not, then I'll work on my timing.

SS

Sending lotsa love out to sunny Califona
I got a birthday "holla" for my good buddy [faithful]
I'd throw a giant party if I lived in Pomona

Don't forget to take a little time all alone-a.

GC

[color:"red"]Happy Birthday, beautiful Faithful! [/color]

Are ya feelin' the lighters?
Are ya feelin' the heat from
the candles?
Are ya feelin' the
[color:"red"]love [/color]?

~I love you Faith~

Best wishes FF!

May the Lord keep you in His hand and never close His fist too tight.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night,
and the road downhill all the way to your door.

May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.

Ap: I like that one... and I LOVE Bop Til You Drop. Because I know how to do the Lindy (though actually the version I know is more like West Coast Swing) and if you can dance to that tune, well, then you KNOW you are dancing. I only know two or three people who can do it. It's -fast-. And great fun! Haven't done it in years, though. Last time I danced to it was in 2000 at our 10th anniversary party.

FF: Happy Birthday! Cool about the birthday cake symbol by your name. I didn't know they did that.

Puuurrfect timing, SS <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> Lovely morning. H saw the kids off to school which is sadly very rare as he works at 6:00 every day. We had a lovely breakfast out and then went grocery shopping LOL <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

Thanks for the good wishes everyone! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

J, if you put your bday in your profile and let it be public..you get a cake <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

GC, thanks for the poem. Love you too, weaver. Thanks Binder.

What kind of cake is it?

Or will any kind do for you?

SS

actually lemon meringue pie is my fave.

Hey everybody...

On the way to work today I had this feeling, a feeling of lightness, not really "walking on the clouds" joy, but a quiet serenity of sorts and it took me a moment to put my finger on what this feeling was...it just felt so good.

You know what it was? Absence of pain...yep no pain, emotional or physical.

SS, you know what I'm talking about. It was just a really good calm, peaceful feeling.

Well, then I got to work and there was stress, and problems, and BS...but for that moment this morning on the way to work, I was utterly free of pain of any kind.

And it felt so good.

BTW, my date cancelled for this weekend. No biggie as I am still quite high from that feeling I realized I had this morning.

Have a good one everybody!

Hey Faith...

said it first, again...beat ya! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Hope all is well with you and your kids, and hubby!

Just a brief post to let everybody know that as of early early early tomorrow morning, I'm off to WI/MN. If y'all need me, well, have a marshmallow or something.

Oh, and I'm gonna be a really -cute- peasant this weekend. (it's a masquerade ball, y'see...) <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Hi.

Thanks to Cerri, J, HoFS, and soulloss (who made me like cabbage) for having me today. Forgive me if I was surly or bashful. It wasn't the company.

GC

I 2k my son 2 a blacksmith's conference up north yes2rday. Was fun!

2day, he's got a "new" (old) anvil, a pole vise, a couple tongs, and a 2ple hammers. All he needs now is a forge, but that didn't stop him from putting some steel in the BBQ and banging on it some 2day!

-ol' 2long

Here's a little story to cheer you up Gray -

A Tazer Story

(To give you some background information, Rex, the author of this email, is in his mid 40's about 6'4 and 220 lbs and contrary to this story, he is quite an intelligent person.)

Dear Friends,

My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to "Well, I have out done myself once again." No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a Life Time movie in the near future. Here goes.

Last weekend I spied something at the Pawn shop that tickled my fancy. Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled.) I bought something really cool for my wife. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip.

For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out - way too cool!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee. I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to her what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my dog looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not the dog) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping the dog for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet pup, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time. So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!"

Friggin' way - trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, the dog looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. (Sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?) I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the ****** of it.

(Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight-always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?) I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY *********!!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The dog was standing over me making sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!"

(Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.)
SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure. By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather large. Miss 'em ...... sure would like to get'em back.

I dunno if it helped GC or not, but I'm laughing so hard that my eyes are watering. Good lord, what an idiotic thing to do. Guess he knows it works, though.

Oh, and GC? You seemd kinda quiet, but not surly. So if it wasn't the company, what was it?