Sybilrose - Far Above Rubies

[elron77]

Damn, you are still alive

Top o' the mornin' to you Macx. What's happenin' down in your neck of the woods?

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Back to car racing, I guess.

Macx's dreams


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[TheBloozeMan]

Back to car racing, I guess.

Macx's dreams


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Ya never know, I might up and fire off the Tascom recorder today. After a nap that is. Been up since two getting stuff moved off the old site onto the new one... Not much different than moving for real...

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[Beam_of_lite]

Hey there Beamer!

Was that you makin' all the racket last night... it sort of messed up my dream. Damn, I don't know if Alicia Mellano is gonna get that horny again...

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The only racket I made last night was unpacking boxes....I thought I would unpack just one...ended up unpacking 4 of them plus a tote...all the clothes are out of the boxes.I think I might need a bigger panty drawer

Drove around a bit yesterday...got lost when I got half way to where Mav works I thought ooppppps wrong turn...turned around and found my way back.Did pretty good after that until I got to our street and drove right by the house...LOL..

Mav has a PET scan scheduled for Friday to give the doctors hopefully a better look at what might still need to be done to his heart.

I don't have any bear claws this morning but I could heat up some corn bread left over from dinner last night

 

[supahspaz]

I think I might need a bigger panty drawer

You can send some to me



Morning all. I hope today is great for you. The rain finally stopped after 3 days. We sure needed it. I think I'll head out on the bike for a bit and blow out the cobwebs

 

[Beam_of_lite]

You can send some to me



Morning all. I hope today is great for you. The rain finally stopped after 3 days. We sure needed it. I think I'll head out on the bike for a bit and blow out the cobwebs

From the recent pictures you posted I think you already have a stash! Yup I have been peeking

 

[supahspaz]

From the recent pictures you posted I think you already have a stash! Yup I have been peeking

One pair a stash doesn't make

 

[Beam_of_lite]

This is from Dave aka Slipperyrock

Cindy, its so depressing to not be able to communicate with my Lit Family...

This reminds me so much of a story I posted in Syb's thread for all couple a years back... I lost it when she shut the thread down.. All I remember is it was a story about a mother and her daughter at an airport and a persoon overhearing there departing remarks, "I Wish You...." As the mother and daughter said goodbye for the last time...

Maybe you could post it for me...

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.

"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.

The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.

'In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?". Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork . the best is yet to come." The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye.

He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.

The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right.

So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to "Keep your fork."

Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

ALWAYS REMEMBER TO SAY "I LOVE YOU",

And keep your fork...

 

[MaverickMan]

Mav has a PET scan scheduled for Friday to give the doctors hopefully a better look at what might still need to be done to his heart.

I'm thinking about asking them to put in a kick ass racing cam and a supercharger.

Maybe ramp up the gearing in the tranny (including a larger custom gear shift ) so I can leave a huge strip of rubber and lots of smoke when I take off from a standing start!

 

[RhymeFairy]

Yooooouuu -------Whoooooooo

 

[george55]

Yooooouuu -------Whoooooooo

yesssss???????????

 

[RhymeFairy]

yesssss???????????

Good morning ....


Putting the coffee on. Gawd, how I neeeeeddddddd coffeeeeee. I feel like I have a hangover but I swear, I didn't and haven't touched a drop in days.

Uggggggg ........


~~slowly moving toward the cumfy couch and all those fluffy pillows.
Hmmmmm, is that a snuggly blanket I see ??? ~~~~~


*pouts

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Well, there's coffee
Pretty much anything else
Should you be hungry
Just look around
and fix what you want

Been sitting here looking at the screen saver, listenin' to Guy Clark sing about...

Black Diamond strings, Black Diamond strings
John W Harper and Black Diamond strings
Black Diamond strings, Black Diamond strings
They're like white flower and grits
They're what you play cause they're all you can get.​

I been thinkin' for something to write, something funny.
I want to write a song, a song that will touch you.
Or maybe a poem kind of thing - prose they call it I think
You can sing prose if it's written right.
I laugh at me here, yes - its called a song.

But...

Nothin'

I am empty...

I want to say, "Look around, the bottom should be near by."
But I am afraid that God would set out to show me that it wasn't.
It can get much worse.
I don't want to tempt him.

So...

Drop your voice
and hit the button son
pull the fork out of your ass
you're done...

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[RhymeFairy]

Well, there's coffee
Pretty much anything else
Should you be hungry
Just look around
and fix what you want

Been sitting here looking at the screen saver, listenin' to Guy Clark sing about...

Black Diamond strings, Black Diamond strings
John W Harper and Black Diamond strings
Black Diamond strings, Black Diamond strings
They're like white flower and grits
They're what you play cause they're all you can get.​

I been thinkin' for something to write, something funny.
I want to write a song, a song that will touch you.
Or maybe a poem kind of thing - prose they call it I think
You can sing prose if it's written right.
I laugh at me here, yes - its called a song.

But...

Nothin'

I am empty...

I want to say, "Look around, the bottom should be near by."
But I am afraid that God would set out to show me that it wasn't.
It can get much worse.
I don't want to tempt him.

So...

Drop your voice
and hit the button son
pull the fork out of your ass
you're done...

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Awwww, Good Mornin Blooze ....
Huggles and snuggles your way.

I like your song idea and I'm thinking, it's never over, till the last, beat.

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Who you talking to?

The computer.

Why, it didn't say nothing to you.

I didn't 'spect it to. Most of them have left.

Well, you shouldn't be such a baby.
People only like little babies.
Big ones get tiresome.

There's a church just down the street
Why don't you go see if they're hirin'

So, I'll ask you again
Who're you talking to?

I will tell you again.
The computer.

Wanna try to explain that?

I got shit I wanna say.
Stuff I am not proud of
Stuff that chews on my guts
That makes me want to hit
and scream
and leaves me limp and crying
I want to rale
I want to bitch
I want to kick something
and watch the air run out of it.
and then feel bad afterwards.

So, you think the computer wants to hear all that?

It don't matter.
The computer can be God
The computer can be Anne
The computer can be...
...Them...

Who?

Them.
You know
Them, They
The ones that are always fuckin' with ya.

O, them

Yea, them.

Okay, what good is all this talking to the computer?

It is all I can think of to do.

LMAO

Really.

What about guitars
and cars
and cats and kids
and dishes

I thought about those

and?

I want to talk to the computer

And what am I sposed to do while you talk to the computer.

How about shut the fuck up...
You're distracting me.

Okay, so talk...

...

Well?

...

*snort*

Well, gimme a minute...
I'll come up with something

zzzzzz

I will...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Who you talking to?

The computer.

Why, it didn't say nothing to you.

I didn't 'spect it to. Most of them have left.

Well, you shouldn't be such a baby.
People only like little babies.
Big ones get tiresome.

There's a church just down the street
Why don't you go see if they're hirin'

So, I'll ask you again
Who're you talking to?

I will tell you again.
The computer.

Wanna try to explain that?

I got shit I wanna say.
Stuff I am not proud of
Stuff that chews on my guts
That makes me want to hit
and scream
and leaves me limp and crying
I want to rale
I want to bitch
I want to kick something
and watch the air run out of it.
and then feel bad afterwards.

So, you think the computer wants to hear all that?

It don't matter.
The computer can be God
The computer can be Anne
The computer can be...
...Them...

Who?

Them.
You know
Them, They
The ones that are always fuckin' with ya.

O, them

Yea, them.

Okay, what good is all this talking to the computer?

It is all I can think of to do.

LMAO

Really.

What about guitars
and cars
and cats and kids
and dishes

I thought about those

and?

I want to talk to the computer

And what am I sposed to do while you talk to the computer.

How about shut the fuck up...
You're distracting me.

Okay, so talk...

...

Well?

...

*snort*

Well, gimme a minute...
I'll come up with something

zzzzzz

I will...

Giggles, this is funny Blooze. Thank you for waking me up a bit more and gettin' my mind to actully think of something besides coffee and men. Now, I'm thinkin' 'bout "them" ... again.

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Awwww, Good Mornin Blooze ....
Huggles and snuggles your way.

I like your song idea and I'm thinking, it's never over, till the last, beat.

Oops...

Someone is there...

Wrong "done" punkin.

Did you ever play cribbage? "Drop you're voice" is part of the cribbage patter. There are all sorts of little poems for counting...

Fifteen two, four, six, eight... and the rest won't mate.

Fifteen two, four... and there ain't no more.

Fifteen two... and the rest won't do.

If you should get hung up on your count at one of the elipses above, in other words, unable to supply the cutesy closing phrase then your partner, in an attempt to move the game along, help you, and in recognition of the fact that most people hang their voice on a higher note if they are thinking for the next word - the partner will say - "Drop your voice."

It means you are done, you've counted all that I see also. If you are playing cutthroat, it means if other points are discovered they can't be stolen. It means, Let's move along.

My, "Your done" in this context was... speaking specifically at that singular writing instance... the fingers were stammering, poised above the keyboard, waiting for direction from command central...

So...

How are you today?

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Giggles, this is funny Blooze. Thank you for waking me up a bit more and gettin' my mind to actully think of something besides coffee and men. Now, I'm thinkin' 'bout "them" ... again.

And what is it that you would think about a man at this ungodly hour?

I mean other than they snore, or fart alot, and need to clip their toenails?

 

[Galene]

And what is it that you would think about a man at this ungodly hour?

I mean other than they snore, or fart alot, and need to clip their toenails?

I think this particular man should go out more.
Out of his thread, and take an interest in his friends joys or sorrows.
And out of his house, and take an interest in life in general.
Sorry so blunt, that's me, take me or leave me.




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[RhymeFairy]

And what is it that you would think about a man at this ungodly hour?

I mean other than they snore, or fart alot, and need to clip their toenails?

I was thinking how I missed a certain someone, lol. But I am single and as far as men go, I be thinking I would take him and praise God that he was/is mine. You did ask ... lol

 

[TheBloozeMan]

I think this particular man should go out more.
Out of his thread, and take an interest in his friends joys or sorrows.
And out of his house, and take an interest in life in general.
Sorry so blunt, that's me, take me or leave me.



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Aha... well I will take you. Blunt is okay, I've been getting a lot of it lately.

But what you propose is spooky business for me. And frankly, too much work, specially when at the absolute very pinacle of the best, the result would be a consolation prize, second best - and far, far short of the mark.

You may argue that I don't know that.

I would argue that neither do you.

And what if I am wrong, and you are right. There is something out there that will be just dandy and I will be so glad that I am there. Then that puts me in the position of celebrating Anne's death.

"I sure am glad my wife died, or I wouldn't have had a chance to meet you/do this/try that supply your own whatever." I consider any good thing from this point to be some sort of justification of her death and I don't want to be a part of ever thinking that or actually saying that.

And the more uncharitable would contend that I am either hiding, or being lazy. No arguement there. I would agree. Probably because what ever is "out there" has no value to me, and is not worth the effort of finding a clean shirt, let alone getting a shave.

And you would contend that I don't know that.

And I would contend that neither do you.

A trout...

(this may be fish in general, I don't know. I have only studied trout.)

has an amazing calculator in it's limited brain. It can immediately guage whether a piece of food floating by in or on the water has more energy in it than the trout will have to expend to get it. That is why grasshoppers, and worms are so successful with them. Land types of creatures have more potential energy in them than aquatic bugs.

I don't have a calculator in me that works like that. I can't know if a circumstance warrants the effort except in an autopsy of the circumstance. Was this worth the effort?

I can't tell from here. But now I do have one advantage. I have history. I have experience. I know that what ever is there will not replace what I lost. Now it is left to me to decide, "do I want to expend this effort to get a booby prize?"

Thus far the decision is "No."

Okay, your blunt...

 

[TheBloozeMan]

I was thinking how I missed a certain someone, lol. But I am single and as far as men go, I be thinking I would take him and praise God that he was/is mine. You did ask ... lol

Aha, so you are thinking the sort of man thoughts that are thought when the man is not there.

Those are two different lists. The one for when he is not there, as opposed to the one when he is.



Let's see, there is the one that would die to be there, but he is too easy - so I suspect it is the impossible one, that fellow... sounds like he is missing a hell of a party not being in the same place as you this morning...

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Aha... well I will take you. Blunt is okay, I've been getting a lot of it lately.

But what you propose is spooky business for me. And frankly, too much work, specially when at the absolute very pinacle of the best, the result would be a consolation prize, second best - and far, far short of the mark.

You may argue that I don't know that.

I would argue that neither do you.

And what if I am wrong, and you are right. There is something out there that will be just dandy and I will be so glad that I am there. Then that puts me in the position of celebrating Anne's death.

"I sure am glad my wife died, or I wouldn't have had a chance to meet you/do this/try that supply your own whatever." I consider any good thing from this point to be some sort of justification of her death and I don't want to be a part of ever thinking that or actually saying that.

And the more uncharitable would contend that I am either hiding, or being lazy. No arguement there. I would agree. Probably because what ever is "out there" has no value to me, and is not worth the effort of finding a clean shirt, let alone getting a shave.

And you would contend that I don't know that.

And I would contend that neither do you.

A trout...

(this may be fish in general, I don't know. I have only studied trout.)

has an amazing calculator in it's limited brain. It can immediately guage whether a piece of food floating by in or on the water has more energy in it than the trout will have to expend to get it. That is why grasshoppers, and worms are so successful with them. Land types of creatures have more potential energy in them than aquatic bugs.

I don't have a calculator in me that works like that. I can't know if a circumstance warrants the effort except in an autopsy of the circumstance. Was this worth the effort?

I can't tell from here. But now I do have one advantage. I have history. I have experience. I know that what ever is there will not replace what I lost. Now it is left to me to decide, "do I want to expend this effort to get a booby prize?"

Thus far the decision is "No."

Okay, your blunt...

Opposite ends of the book you and I my friend.....

You feel like your book is over

I feel like mine has just begun

A new unique story to write

No ones knows how many days and nights each of us are granted...I am doing what I can to enjoy each and everyday

I tell Mav everyday that I want at least 30 years

But

Maybe it will be 30 days or 30,000

Each and everyone is a treasure a blessing

When my book is over or his is....

I would only wish that he and I can look back and smile and say "Damn"...

We were one of the lucky ones

Nothing makes me happier than to see him smile to hear his laughter...

While I can't speak for Annie I can't help but think she would want the same for you

Holding you in my thoughts my friend

 

[TheBloozeMan]

You and Mav are one of my bright spots Little Bit.

I am so tickled for the two of you. I am hopeful for your future.

And, I am so damned proud of you, Little Bit. You got more guts than someone twice your size. It is an honor for me to know you.

I was not bullshitting when I included you in a fantasy that opened with the statement... "If I had a daughter."


Good morning Little Bit.

 

[Beam_of_lite]

You and Mav are one of my bright spots Little Bit.

I am so tickled for the two of you. I am hopeful for your future.

And, I am so damned proud of you, Little Bit. You got more guts than someone twice your size. It is an honor for me to know you.

I was not bullshitting when I included you in a fantasy that opened with the statement... "If I had a daughter."


Good morning Little Bit.

Morning Chief...Morning Family

Dropped Mav's truck off this morning to get some repairs so I am going to steal him from work for lunch....hee hee hee

I wonder if I have to return him??? Well I guess I better since he needs to take tomorrow off for medical tests

Going to go furniture shopping...I want a reclining loveseat so we can sit hand in hand at the end of a long day...thats important to me...I'm a touch junkie
and a new bigger screen TV
and a new bed...

Beautiful morning here Chief

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Morning Chief...Morning Family

Dropped Mav's truck off this morning to get some repairs so I am going to steal him from work for lunch....hee hee hee

I wonder if I have to return him??? Well I guess I better since he needs to take tomorrow off for medical tests

Going to go furniture shopping...I want a reclining loveseat so we can sit hand in hand at the end of a long day...thats important to me...I'm a touch junkie
and a new bigger screen TV
and a new bed...

Beautiful morning here Chief

LMAO...

Damn! You guys been doing some plotting and planning...

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