Gentlemen,

Some of our lady friends are having a blast getting all done up, but no one to compliment them.

Well here's your chance to make them all feel special.

I'll start.... From the great Billy Crystal

You Look Marrrrvelous!!!!

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You know what is really great about being a goddess; it's KNOWING IT. It's telling yourself how wonderful you look, and believing it. It's building your own confidence, and that radiating out from your eyes and fingers and toes (pretty pink ones, in my case). It's the strength you feel to the bone, to the core.

For me, it's also learning to LAUGH OUT LOUD, and laugh at yourself, not take yourself so seriously, and embrace yourself.

We don't come in one size or with one fashion, but we strut, no matter what!

I think the guys need to get on here and tell their best (clean) jokes, or talk about recent accomplishments; swap recipes; swap stories, have some fun.

I second that.....

OK, OK ladies, I get it....

so let's switch this to the stupid things men do.

Here's mine.

Assuming that the Goddesses needed validation form us.

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My vote is for YOU GUYS to start your own WARRIOR thread..sweetened with ARMANI cologne..AHH...

And don't call yourself, STUPID. You are MIGHTY!!

What's cologne?

Will diesel suffice?

Maybe some carbon tetra chloride?

-ol' 2long

2L,

I vote for diesel...

You're like that store that's been having their going out of business sale for 10 years. Thought you were going where they don't have Internet.



There was a time when cowboys rode alone out on the range and fought off rustlers and brought stampedes under control...

Now they drive trucks alone on the highways and watch out for Smokies and talk on the CB...(Roger that! Keep the shiny side up and the greasy side down and I'll catch ya on the flip-flop.)

And the guys ridin' horses are riding English with itty bitty saddles and irons where the stirrups should be.

But there's still a remnant that rides horses with a real saddle and ropes calves and wrestles steers and rides bulls...They've got names like Cory and Cash or Cord and Adrianno...

And when it's time to show what they're made of and git 'er done, they say...

Cowboy up!

Mark

Carry on with the diesel..ICK...

Mark:

Heck, these days the trucks have girly transmissions! The ones without clutch pedals!


When I was a wee lad, I learned how 2 burp the alphabet. I don't even know if I can do it now, but I've got something much more monumental 2 be proud of!

I combine my belches with the apologies for them! Try it some time! Say "excuse me" when you burp next. Goddesses just LOVE that!


-ol' 2long

LOL!

You know, when I was in college, there was a guy that I thought was the handsomest fellow on campus. Well cultured and gorgeous. He went to New York and became a model and decided he was gay.

I'm PROUD..this is REALLY A GUY THREAD!!!

OK I am totally not posting on any wussy cowboy thread.

I'd like to participate only I loaned out my cowboy hat and sent my suit of armor to the cleaners!

I'm here to chew bubblegum and kick [censored] and I"m all outta bubblegum!

I compliment all of you goddesses. You hit the nail on the head, its really not about how you look...its about how you feel like you look. Whether BS or WS, a big part of the marital recovery is personal recovery. Rebuilding self esteem, making the best out of the sitch that you have. I wish my WS would see that she has to let go of the guilt and quit worrying about what she percieves others think she looks like. I tell her that she is the greatest thing that I could have...but until she starts believing it, she will never be a Goddess in her own eyes.

As for me, I guess the title of this thread hit kind of close to home. Two years ago I found myself in a funk, blindsided with an old truth that I should have figured out long ago but didn't. The cancer of a long ago ended A eating away at both of our souls. I have had lows in my life but that one probably took the cake.

I am not fortunate enough to have a name like Cash or Adriana or Ty and I haven't ridden bulls for a long time. But I do get to wear boots to the office everyday and get to work with my cows on most weekends. Although my bronc busting days are many moons behind me, I do get to use a horse for more than just a pleasure ride although my roping skills would either scare or make someone like Cash Magnuss laugh to death (same result either way).

In the end, my personal recovery was directly related to my inner cowboy. At some point, I made the conscious decision to pull myself up by my bootstraps. The proverbial cowboy up. When I was six feet deep in cow duke, instead of rushing off to the city to escape the smell, somehow I realized that it was not the duke that was the focus, it was the cows and the duke was not really waste but fertilizer.

I am who I always was...except better. Navigating a huge pile of cowshit, I eventually got it all spread out and hopefully now I'm growing a more beautiful crop that will make my cows nice and fat. Once they realize that they are really goddesses and not cows, I am sure that they will start focusing on the lush pasture that was only made possible with their excrement, instead of always trying to keep from stepping in their own pile.

NT