Steven H.Crist already.

Ga-bor

sounds like ..cha-ching..don't it?

Gaelic Storm

sings for her buttah

Gaines2b

well he's not a pitcher!....dah!

Gaining Ground

looking forward to moon walking someday

gales0678

collects weateherd shale

gallant bloom

shameless hot squeeze box aunt of nose drops

gambler7770

sticks contents of Armor Meats can into hash pipe

gamblin4ever

far sighted dentist---filled patients tonsils

Gander

invented goose bumps for road hazzards

Garrison's Dad

couldn't think of a name...doesn't have a son named Garrison,either

Garrison's Mom

oh boy

gary underwood

very strange creature

Gate Dancer

sounds dressage ready to me

Gate To Wire

it's all in the getting there

gator99

ol' short arms fears going over the middle

Gauchos0522

doesn't know what buenos aires means

GBBob

treats peptic ulcer with sayer maish....loved by all.....don't you believe it..

gbbob1

hopsital name

Ralphy

ror!!..now I know why he was anxious for the G's...my very good friend and partner in EasyBake--whoa!!..I mean crime..

geezer

Geekers real name

gem IV

undercover men's room bum

gembo

Buckwheat saying...Hi Spanky!!

geminiz77

whizzes on crawling electrons

Gene Barlowe

may I offer you a frog,Gene?

GenuineCrazyLady

here's a big one.. r u ready?...shes's the only girl to have actually sent me boo bee photos.....nice nipples,too..

geof

tastes great , Mom!!

geojr130

makes pancakes with switch hitters

George Hunter

frog?

george melzmuf

knock it off,Stevie

georgewashington

bridge saleman

Aren't the Gabors Ava and Zsa Zsa?

Am reading First Degree Burns' book on how to stop killing people.



Is called.... The Six Things Patrick Bateman Doesn't Want to Know

...4.............................................. ........5












































.....8...

Have you reached 10 yet?????:D

Jesus!!






nnno!!

Debbie..I was just kidding.


You know?

Thanks for the kind words...

gembo

Buckwheat saying...Hi Spanky!!


I laughed

Shirley.

Am listening to .....I forgot.


Phooey.











!!




It's Oncoming Traffic. Snowmen and Snowgirls...can you believe this only has 296 take a listens??


It's like;only the good die young.


And Gooey has inspired me to say a little more ..later.When you have all gone to sleepy-poo.







And then I will stop .




Stevie..Friday comes fast.

Someone read us a beddy-poo time story!!!!

Yes.



Great idea....just make it short.

Anyone may do this thing.

God.

Then I will.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41n3m...eature=related

Mess..I mean Math.....you redefine the word,''outrageous."




Goodnightypoo-kins.

Let us review.

I have admitted to not having a life,being insane,being stupid,beng an attentionHO......what else?

There must be something.



It will come to me.

But I guess I will do this much.

I have blabbed clandestinely about this, but now I will make it..only a little clearer.


Very close to exactly 6 months ago,I was fairly awash in confusion.I had a couple of events which just occurred and was really bothered by them.Bothered, in that they separately were quite pointed and were together quite stunnning,Then more odd things started to happen.Let's call them the "signs."They lasted for about 2 weeks.They were done in a string ,making it hard to lay it off to coincidence.

Would not be fair to detail them so I won't.

I was not sure what they meant. I was sure they did have meaning only I didn't know what that meaning was.

But believe me, if you knew them I really think you would agree these are no cioncidences. Time passed...nothing new.I actually started considering how maybe...it's me. Maybe I tried to make too much of them.I always came back to refuting that thought.No coincidence.Just over. At least for that time.


Then about one month ago, I got an e-mail from someone I rarely talk . They sent me a messsage and were concerned about an upcoming battery of physical tests.Turned out she was OK....but then she admitted feeling dumb because someone she worked with was terminally ill.Someone only 25 years old.Someone she painted as such a nice girl who was deep with God .Someone who lit up the room when she walked into one.She added something else.

I almost fell over from the shock.

All of a sudden I knew this was the revival of the signs.All of a sudden the person telling me about this poor girl become a very,very important part of this.She became the ''messenger.''She became one of the signs herself.

I thought this was the end;what all these signs meant. I won't say exactly what I did because they are somewhat embarrssing,although I have no pride---I guess maybe I do have a little left.

Then...so unexpectedly, the messenger very reluctantly tells me.Laura died today.


I was very,very shocked because I never though she would.Honest I did not.

The next shock was shaking back to life the date of her death; the same date my really good Father died...some 13 years ago.

Still not done.

The messenger sent me Laura's photo the next day,October 4.I had no idea what she looked like.



But I sit here thinking how connected to her I became and am even more so now.



So this .....''thing of mine" just won't stop.

That's why I seem so much more weird and nauseating lately.

Anyway....this song fits ,to me. It's a video of someone not there to "look at me"....someone in a simple set...little accompanyment...old haggard clothes,old haggard piano...sepia like....and the song,the audio.....they are perfectly in step with each other.To me, it best fits this girl. I don't know why.

I'm sure most of you have known,or at least known of, someone like this girl..in some way.

You simply shake your head in sadness and bow it in complete,utter dismay --not being smart enough to understand it.


So maybe this is, in a way...her song.I will always,now, think of her when I hear it.

We are innocent when we dream.

I have to believe she was innocent when .....



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMc0ok9_V7Q








The bats are in the belfry
The dew is on the moor
Where are the arms that held me
And pledged her love before
And pledged her love before

It's such a sad old feeling
The fields are soft and green
It's memories that I'm stealing
But you're innocent when you dream
When you dream
You're innocent when you dream

I made a golden promise
That we would never part
I gave my love a locket
And then I broke her heart
And then I broke her heart


It's such a sad old feeling
The fields are soft and green
It's memories that I'm stealing
But you're innocent when you dream
When you dream
You're innocent when you dream


Running through the graveyard
We laughed my friends and I
We swore we'd be together
Until the day we died
Until the day we died

It's such a sad old feeling
The fields are soft and green
It's memories that I'm stealing
But you're innocent when you dream
When you dream
You're innocent when you dream



It's such a sad old feeling
The fields are soft and green
It's memories that I'm stealing
But you're innocent when you dream
When you dream
You're innocent when you dream

:) you're good people clyde ;)

let's sing it together shall we

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cn2o...eature=related

Morty that was a touching story !!




at least you didn't shoot the messenger.

I would say you have a had transference with Laura and the messenger. They both represent something/someone in your past. Figure out that and you get the prize in the Crackerjack Box.


No I am not a Physiologist - but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night


















now I have bed bugs

Being such a wonderful bud boardie, I mean board buddy?

BLECH!





The candy corn is out.