Hi Trot,
I got 15 right "Don't Tell Your Age".
I think a P.F. Flyer is a wagon. Someone correct me if I'm wrong.
ran into this website funny and boy did it bring back memories (unfortunately...i scored 21...older than dirt!
ok everyone...take the test and fess up!
http://www.marklowry.com/funnies/age_barometer.htm
Hi Trot,
I got 15 right "Don't Tell Your Age".
I think a P.F. Flyer is a wagon. Someone correct me if I'm wrong.
i thought perhaps instead of having 20,000 dallas threads we could put our pics all in one like a big gallery...well...here are my contributions...and there will be more...soon...very soon.
sincerely, .
district overbeer .
Valis, loved looking at the pictures.
Everyone looks so happy.
These Apostafests are absolutely a great idea!
time for a little honesty here folks!
how many here have actually visited or (worse) lived in houses where the following pics were on display?.
so who's going to be brave and post a pic of what's hanging over their mantelpiece?.
i shudder to think.
thou art supreme.oh pris!
to make 4000 posts on this board i reckon youve got to be tough.
WOW! 4000 posts!
CONGRATULATIONS PRISCA!
((((Vivamus)))))
Once I had a gathering at my house and Brother Talbot prayed before we ate. Well (I sat down before he started) he went on and on about Jehovah providing the food. I was thinking that Jehovah didn't go to work for 40 hours a week, collect a paycheck, go shopping and then spend all day on his/her feet making the food.
And he didn't mention my contribution once!
Larc, I wish you could tell that to Brother Talbot. This brother goes on and on and on in his prayers. Once he prayed so long I got tired and had to sit down waiting for him to finish!
if...... you had to choose just one to have for the rest of your life, which would it be?
affection or sex?
by affection here i mean snuggling, kissing, hand holding, all the little things.
Whatever Dakota Red said.
...and i have nobody to celebrate it with.
i wish i could make a big deal about it here but i don't post enough... anywho, remind me to kill the baker and to leave joseph in his cell.
lol, a little post jw humor.
Happy Birthday, Preston.
May you have many more!!
i'm feeling mushy today, so i will share a couple of poems i've come across that i like.
please post your nice love poems!
or make one up?!.
I love the writings of John Donne and this is one of my favorite love poems by him:
John Donne |
14. The Extasie |
W HERE, like a pillow on a bed, | |
A Pregnant banke swel'd up, to rest | |
The violets reclining head, | |
Sat we two, one anothers best. | |
Our hands were firmely cimented | 5 |
With a fast balme, which thence did spring, | |
Our eye-beames twisted, and did thred | |
Our eyes, upon one double string; | |
So to'entergraft our hands, as yet | |
Was all the meanes to make us one, | 10 |
And pictures in our eyes to get | |
Was all our propagation. | |
As 'twixt two equall Armies, Fate | |
Suspends uncertaine victorie, | |
Our soules, (which to advance their state, | 15 |
Were gone out,) hung 'twixt her, and mee. | |
And whil'st our soules negotiate there, | |
Wee like sepulchrall statues lay; | |
All day, the same our postures were, | |
And wee said nothing, all the day. | 20 |
If any, so by love refin'd, | |
That he soules language understood, | |
And by good love were growen all minde, | |
Within convenient distance stood, | |
He (though he knew not which soule spake, | 25 |
Because both meant, both spake the same) | |
Might thence a new concoction take, | |
And part farre purer then he came. | |
This Extasie doth unperplex | |
(We said) and tell us what we love, | 30 |
Wee see by this, it was not sexe, | |
Wee see, we saw not what did move: | |
But as all severall soules containe | |
Mixture of things, they know not what, | |
Love, these mixt soules, doth mixe againe, | 35 |
And makes both one, each this and that. | |
A single violet transplant, | |
The strength, the colour, and the size, | |
(All which before was poore, and scant,) | |
Redoubles still, and multiplies. | 40 |
When love, with one another so | |
Interinanimates two soules, | |
That abler soule, which thence doth flow, | |
Defects of lonelinesse controules. | |
Wee then, who are this new soule, know, | 45 |
Of what we are compos'd, and made, | |
For, th'Atomies of which we grow, | |
Are soules, whom no change can invade. | |
But O alas, so long, so farre | |
Our bodies why doe wee forbeare? | 50 |
They are ours, though they are not wee, Wee are | |
The intelligences, they the spheare. | |
We owe them thankes, because they thus, | |
Did us, to us, at first convay, | |
Yeelded their forces, sense, to us, | 55 |
Nor are drosse to us, but allay. | |
On man heavens influence workes not so, | |
But that it first imprints the ayre, | |
Soe soule into the soule may flow, | |
Though it to body first repaire. | 60 |
As our blood labours to beget | |
Spirits, as like soules as it can, | |
Because such fingers need to knit | |
That subtile knot, which makes us man: | |
So must pure lovers soules descend | 65 |
T'affections, and to faculties, | |
Which sense may reach and apprehend, | |
Else a great Prince in prison lies. | |
To'our bodies turne wee then, that so | |
Weake men on love reveal'd may looke; | 70 |
Loves mysteries in soules doe grow, | |
But yet the body is his booke. | |
And if some lover, such as wee, | |
Have heard this dialogue of one, | |
Let him still marke us, he shall see | 75 |
Small change, when we'are to bodies gone. | |