Does anyone besides me see a problem w/ this sentence from the article about the incident at the hospital?

Only Yancy Berumen knows what set off his rampage through a hospital Wednesday, which ultimately led to his death at the hands of police officers later that day.

How did that get by the editor?

CC, you sound happy today.
I hope so.

Attitude counts for a lot, that might explain why you seem to be doing well.

I haven't heard from T&L for a while. You don't supose she's gone and run away do you?

Hi Neaksis,
Hope things are good with you today.

Hi AWM,
This emicons for you. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

Rella - my little grandaughter thinks you are the best. She's always going around saying "Rella, Rella" and wanting to watch your movie. Do you sign autographs?

Or maybe we should arrange to have you take a photo with her, I know she would like that.

Neak,
By the time he progresses to explosions, he will probably have learned to be more discreet. Out of sight, (and hearing) out of mind. Watch his eyebrows, and his hair. If he starts trying to wear a hat, and sunglasses to the dinner table, you'll know somethings up.

It's a good thing Mothers love their children, that's all I have to say about it.

SS

Sure, I'll sign autographs.

There have been many movies of my life made for the silver screen. My favorite is the Lesley Ann Warren version. It is very much like the Julie Andrews video. Of course, Walt did a version. We aren't even talking about the one w/ Hilary or Brandy or all those other versions.

I'll be checcking the planes coming in tomorrow, maybe she's headed this way!
Since it takes at least 1 day she won;t get here before tomorrow.I'll let you know

Somebody emailed this to me, and it's a neat story whether or not it's true.

AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS, THE CHURCH'S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP, WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT AND,

BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON FOR THE EVENING, HE BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER
WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE THAT EVENING. IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FEW MOMENTS
TO GREET THE CHURCH AND SHARE WHATEVER HE FELT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE FOR THE SERVICE. WITH THAT, AN ELDERLY MAN STEPPED UP TO THE PULPIT AND BEGAN TO SPEAK.

"A FATHER, HIS SON, AND A FRIEND OF HIS SON WERE SAILING OFF THE PACIFIC COAST", HE BEGAN, "WHEN A FAST APPROACHING STORM BLOCKED ANY ATTEMPT TO GET BACK TO THE SHORE.
THE WAVES WERE SO HIGH, THAT EVEN THOUGH THE FATHER WAS AN EXPERIENCED SAILOR, HE COULD NOT
KEEP THE BOAT UPRIGHT AND THE THREE WERE SWEPT INTO THE OCEAN AS THE BOAT CAPSIZED."

THE OLD MAN HESITATED FOR A MOMENT, MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH TWO TEENAGERS WHO WERE, FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SERVICE BEGAN,

LOOKING SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN HIS STORY.
THE AGED MINISTER CONTINUED WITH HIS STORY,
"GRABBING A RESCUE LINE, THE FATHER HAD TO MAKE
THE MOST EXCRUCIATING DECISION OF HIS LIFE:
TO WHICH BOY WOULD HE THROW THE OTHER END OF THE LIFE LINE?

HE ONLY HAD SECONDS TO MAKE THE DECISION.
THE FATHER KNEW THAT HIS SON WAS A CHRISTIAN
AND HE, ALSO, KNEW THAT HIS SON'S FRIEND WAS NOT. THE AGONY OF HIS DECISION COULD NOT BE MATCHED
BY THE TORRENT OF WAVES. AS THE FATHER YELLED OUT, 'I LOVE YOU, SON!'
HE THREW OUT THE LIFE LINE TO HIS SON'S FRIEND. BY THE TIME THE FATHER HAD PULLED THE FRIEND BACK TO THE CAPSIZED BOAT, HIS SON
HAD DISAPPEARED BENEATH THE RAGING SWELLS INTO THE BLACK OF NIGHT.
HIS BODY WAS NEVER RECOVERED."

BY THIS TIME, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE SITTING UP STRAIGHT IN THE PEW, ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE
NEXT WORDS TO COME OUT OF THE OLD MINISTER'S MOUTH.

"THE FATHER," HE CONTINUED, "KNEW HIS SON WOULD
STEP INTO ETERNITY WITH JESUS AND HE COULD NOT BEAR THE THOUGHT OF HIS SON'S FRIEND STEPPING INTO AN ETERNITY WITHOUT JESUS. THEREFORE, HE SACRIFICED HIS SON TO SAVE THE SON'S FRIEND."

HOW GREAT IS THE LOVE OF GOD THAT HE SHOULD DO THE SAME FOR US. OUR HEAVENLY FATHER SACRIFICED HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON THAT WE COULD BE SAVED. I URGE YOU TO ACCEPT HIS OFFER TO RESCUE YOU AND TAKE A HOLD OF THE LIFE LINE HE IS THROWING OUT TO YOU IN THIS SERVICE."

WITH THAT THE OLD MAN TURNED AND SAT BACK DOWN IN HIS CHAIR AS SILENCE FILLED THE ROOM.

THE PASTOR AGAIN WALKED SLOWLY TO THE PULPIT AND DELIVERED A BRIEF SERMON WITH AN INVITATION AT THE END. HOWEVER, NO ONE RESPONDED TO THE APPEAL. WITHIN MINUTES AFTER THE SERVICE ENDED, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE AT THE OLD MAN'S SIDE.

"THAT WAS A NICE STORY," POLITELY STATED ONE OF THEM, "BUT I DON'T THINK IT WAS VERY REALISTIC FOR A FATHER TO GIVE UP HIS ONLY SON'S LIFE IN HOPES THAT THE OTHER BOY WOULD BECOME A CHRISTIAN."

"WELL, YOU'VE GOT A POINT THERE," THE OLD MAN
REPLIED GLANCING DOWN AT HIS WORN BIBLE. A BIG SMILE BROADENED HIS NARROW FACE. HE ONCE AGAIN LOOKED UP AT THE BOYS AND SAID,
IT SURE ISN'T VERY REALISTIC, IS IT? BUT, I'M STANDING HERE TODAY TO TELL YOU THAT STORY GIVES ME A
GLIMPSE OF WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE FOR GOD
TO GIVE UP HIS SON FOR ME.

YOU SEE...
I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON'S FRIEND."

It is a neat story - and the part about God giving his son is true, even if the other part is not.

SS

Evening & morning to you all <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

Thankyou SS for the <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Friday night, very cold, AW is out with her DD at a uni play, A Midsummer Night's Dream. I would have gone but too cold for me out in the garden threatre. AW is being the skipper tonight for her DD & young friends so that at least they will get home safe & sound even if a bit jolly. Which from what I observed before they left was achieved very quickly with the vodhka and Jim Beam. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Ahh to be young and carefree knowing all I do now!! Youth is wasted on the young tl <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

I have a old joke which is says it all ladies -

One day, a group of people were on a plane, when it starts to go down. One woman jumps out of her seat and takes her clothes off. "I want to die feeling like a real woman. Who wants to make me feel like a real woman?" A man nearby pulls of his shirt and throws it to her. "Here, iron this for me."

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> yep <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

Last night, I was going to Google the price of a ticket to ******, just out of curiosity, but it was too busy. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> Maybe if I started saving money now (haha), I could afford one by next summer... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

The closest I've ever come to south of the border was the time I got to sit right next to the Tijuana crossing, with the engine running, so that HP could walk all the kids across the border and let them say they'd been in Mexico. Whee. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

Morning, everyone. Night, everyone.

t&l

Hi tl

that reminds me of our'overseas' holidays when the kids were small.

We have this wonderful island off the coast called Rottnest - translates to Rats Nest lol - because when it was found by Dutchmen in the 1600's they had never seen wallabies. Its about 12 miles off the coast and its so lovely just to relax away from ALL the troubles of the usual day to day living and only be a hop skip & jump away from home. it USED to be cheap as chips.

No cars but the island buses, a few utes & trucks used by the maint crews so everyone rides push bikes. Well There were a few army landrovers from the Army base there as it was once a major defence for the West coast. lots of tunnels and trenches and gun emplacements full of dugite & brown snakes for the kids to play in and get lost. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

Guess who seduced who from the Kingston barracks ????? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> while on R & R .

So glad I had no idea <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Anyway that was our 'overseas' trip <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

Aussies sister still comes all the way from Canberra - 3000kms - with her kids - grown now - to have a holiday there every few years. It used to be their families holiday place as well. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Well, folks, I think I need to get a life.......

Children are gone for the evening and here I sit - sharing my evening with a computer monitor and keyboard - and a radio piping out classical music.

Does anyone besides me see something wrong with this?

No. Sounds very peaceful to me. Wanna trade? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

You're right - but I NEVER get out by myself. Oh, occaisionally, I will go to dinner by self. Seldom do anything but stay home. Then I feel totally out of the loop. I'm not an extreme introvert or extrovert but I feel socially neglected. As if I am neglecting some of my own needs.

rella you need to take some time for yourself, hard as that is sometimes.
Go out with friends and enjoy yourself, something like that.

And there's nothing wrong with being mellow and listening to classical music, I do it quite often <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

I just change the music style every now & then <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

I have this fun girl song which I think some ladies will enjoy and smile at - its not meant to be serious just a bit of a whinge - lol
Not that it relates to me and grumpy oh no <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />
I mean grumpy can't STOP working can he? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

I‘ve had my share of crosses to bear
I’ve had boyfriends or three
And I tend to fall with no one at all
When I see a man smiling at me

So that’s why I’m here
Pouring this beer
For the man half asleep in my chair
So now when he looks at me
I’m damned if I see
What the h#ll got him there

I used to sink in his arms
now my arms are in his sink
He used to love all night
Now I miss it if I blink

The sweetest first kiss
Has turned into this
I picked the wrong man I guess
I must be crazy
He’s broke and he’s lazy

He’s not working
can I trade him in?

Now 3 years have gone
Since he turned me on
The love light has faded so dim
And I wanna howl
That my heart could’nt last
The feeling for someone like him

But right now my friend
We’re stuck with these men
While we dream of roses and champagne
I climb the walls
I want my prince charming again
And it’s goodbye to old what’s his name

I used to sink in his arms
now my arms are in his sink
He used to love all night
Now I miss it if I blink

The sweetest first kiss
Has turned into this
I picked the wrong man I guess
I must be crazy
He’s broke and he’s lazy

He’s not working
can I trade him in?

He’s not working
can I trade him in?

Bit of a giggle is allowed <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

I giggled a bit, but a guffaw or two slipped out, too.

Snickers here.

I don't have many friends. That's a lot of the problem. A LOT OF IT. You know, when you've been parenting alone for 10+ years. Didn't work for 10 years. Work in isolationist type settings - professional level production work of the paper kind. Almost no single people your age at church. Haven't had settings which led to meeting people I wanted to get to know.

I need a social life.

But in the meantime you have us. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

oh yes rella .. I HATE it when mum is right so often, rella is MUCH nicer ... lol but anyway back to my point. You are so right. its one of the big reasons Aussie wants me to keep working.
Its just that I need less stressful jobs <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Its not TOO bad these days but still I could do with a simple level 1 job no thought just by the numbers. But the PS does not work that way. The more you do the more they give you.

So I'm doing less from now on <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

I have to learn to say NO to requests, pleadings & begging. Well except for Aussie of ... um nice weather isn't it. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

I can't wait to have him home. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />


rella what about joining a local social group?
I know it sounds a bit strange but a few of the single women at work do that. They dont mix much with other workers usually single mums running home to kids, but have full social lives with groups who do dinners and a lunch or two and outings. I know they have the church based ones but also sometimes the community service groups do as well like Kwinanis and the Lions Club etc.

I know myself that I have a small group of friends and not that social these days <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> bit hard of course and I'd rather have Aussie with me. In fact I'm very very careful about that for obvious reasons. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
But it can be done. Its just hard for someone like me who is, well, quiet and retiring, dont laugh I am, and is not know for the social graces. Now mum could sell fridges to Eskimoes. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

Neak hi there hon!! Doing alright and happy I hope? Will get back to you soon but been so worn out last week.
mum grounded me , again lol <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

Just wait until she breaks her diabetes control diet ... then I'll have revenge .. she'll get a whole week <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Well, I guess I better post or we will drop to the second page.

So, I volunteer some for our local humane association. Mostly animal socialization at their shelter. Everytime I volunteer for some other activity, they already have the volunteers they need.

Our local symphony charges for guild membership before you can volunteer. What's up w/ that?

It might be a good thing they don't need you. Here, the regular shelter staff is supplemented by people doing court-ordered community service, most often for DUI's. There never seems to be a shortage of help.

I got another neat email today:

Some time ago, a few ladies met in a certain city to read the scriptures, and make them the subject of conversation.

While reading the third chapter of Malachi they came upon a remarkable _expression in the third verse: "And He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."

One lady's opinion was that it was intended to convey the view of the sanctifying influence of the grace of Christ. Then she proposed to visit a silversmith and report to them what she said on the subject.

She went accordingly and without telling the object of her errand, begged to know the process of refining silver, which he fully described to her. "But Sir" she said, "do you sit while the work of refining is going on?"

"Oh, yes, madam," replied the silversmith; "I must sit with my eye steadily fixed on the furnace, for if the time necessary for refining be exceeded in the slightest degree, the silver will be injured." The lady at once saw the beauty, and comfort too, of the _expression, "He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."

Jesus sees it needful to put His children into a furnace; His eye is steadily intent on the work of purifying, and His wisdom and lover are both engaged in the best manner for them. Their trials do not come at random; "The very hairs of your head are numbered."

As the lady was leaving the shop, the silversmith called her back, and said he had forgotten to mention that the only way that he knows when the process of purifying is complete is when he sees his own image reflected in the silver.

Nice story. Just goes to show how much we need to learn to really undertsand...or how much we miss because of our ignorance.