the details of who to send a gift to will be getting pm'd to you all either friday afternoon or saturday morning!
according to the information i've found online the last posting day for standard parcels is dec 11th for usa and december 15th for the uk/europe, so you should all have plenty of time to select and send a gift, although sending sooner rather than later is prefered.
can everyone taking part post on this thread what things they like, what their interests are etc so that the person who is buying a gift for you has some idea what to get you.
I still don't see that eveyone has said what they want???
Me: I like coffee, chocolate especially good white chocolate, and motorcycles. I read fantasy and sci-fi.
Sheila: Loves Rasberry stuff, candles, Bath and Body works etc. We do have a tree and she loves cute snowmen and snowflakes
natures way .
crimson tears drift earthward on a cold wind from the north.
boughs and branches shed them with their movements back and forth.
Word Worker
The tools of my trade clutter no wooden bench or truck seat.
They are many and diverse.
Some well worn and decidedly familiar to the touch, others yet to even be unwrapped, for the proper situation has yet to present, and they be used in the manner intended.
I know where they all are, my tools, yet often have difficulty finding just the right one.
Sure, many are multipurpose, but the right one, in the right place, at the right time, is what distinguishes the apprentice from the master, and a master is what I yearn to be.
So I fumble through my tools, spending whatever time I must, to lay my hand on the right one. Once found my job proceeds again almost effortlessly, until I once again require that certain tool.
I hope one day to have used them all and often.
I hope their use will be appreciated by those who see the finished works.
I hope my efforts are not for nothing, or that I am chasing the wind.
It is said that if you love what you do, you never work a day in your life.
I have all the tools; I'd even buy the hat, if I could only be known as a word worker, a writer.
natures way .
crimson tears drift earthward on a cold wind from the north.
boughs and branches shed them with their movements back and forth.
You guys ROCK!
natures way .
crimson tears drift earthward on a cold wind from the north.
boughs and branches shed them with their movements back and forth.
Natures Way
Crimson tears drift earthward on a cold wind from the north.
Boughs and branches shed them with their movements back and forth.
Gray skies and mist hang heavy in November?s chill embrace.
I stand and watch in wonder as a stiff breeze chaps my face.
The days grow short and life retreats to hide from winter?s bite.
The sun makes shorter ventures out, as it yields to longer nights.
The starkness of a winter scene for many brings the blues.
But I love the time of natures rest and the calm of life subdued.
Soon will come the crispness of those crystal clear winter days.
With skies so bright and brilliant blue all spirits they will raise.
Frigid air breathed deeply in, can warm the human heart.
When you recognize that winter?s kill, enables life?s spring start.
The cycle is divinely set, of that much I am sure.
As 40 cycles now I?ve lived, I yearn for 40 more.
My years do paint me past my prime, but my life?s autumn I resist.
For each year?s change of season celebrates that I exist.
I know there?ll come a season when nature calls me to my rest.
I only pray I pass in wintertime, for ?tis the season I love best.
Copyright 2004
well friends it is almost time for turkey again.
i had the pleasure of meeting w/our friends xenawarrior, lauralisa, thunderrider and sheilam., for an early thanksgiving.
it would be nice if we could all sit down and have some food together, but until we get one of those star trek transporter thingies it just aint happenin.
(((((((((Valis)))))))))))smoochies.......Wish you all were here for Turkey Day also. SheilaM and I will be having ours on Friday with Anthony, Makayla and Girlie Girl (Ant's girlfriend) maybe Mel. We have invited Bart Hoss and WildThing but so far not sure if that will be happening on Thursday. We intend to stretch the day out to two days LOL
Sheila says *pinches* to you and she love you too
Thunder
on a night with a total eclipse of the moon.. in a year that manny hit a ball that hit a young boy in the mouth at fenway park in boston - the boy lived in the house that babe ruth lived in.. 100 years after last beating the yankees in a winner take all, final season game.. after being the first team in baseball history to come back from 0-3 in any post season series to beat the yankees - the greatest comeback in sports history.. after selling babe ruth to the yankees in 1920 - who then said the red sox wouldn't win a world series for 100 years.. beating the cardinals, the best team in baseball this year - in 4 straight.. not since 1918 - the red sox are champions of the world!.
the curse of babe ruth is dead.. for you tom yawkee.
(long long time owner of the red sox who passed away without ever seeing this.).
I have chills
Thunder
the emptiness
i lay awake in the womb of the night.
darkness, deep, surrounds.. an interplay of dancing lights,.
An experiment in prose.
Deceivers
Worrisome words whispered without worry wounding wish-full wonderers.
Destroying deliberately delicate devotions deemed decidedly dull.
Inflammatory interrogation incites introverted innocence.
Perpetually, pressuring people, placidly, pursuing, panacea.
Eloquently elevating every evil establishing excuses.
Reasoning resolutely, ruthless, reprobate rampages relative.
Teaching tolerance, to, tender teens, testing tentatively, the times.
Braying bullshit bound between beliefs Bohemian.
Catching careless commoners, clearly collectively clueless.
Framing fallacy fabricated from fractioned found-less fishy ?facts?.
Heaping hatred hypocritically, hounding honorable hearts.
Granting gratuity guilelessly, giving gorgons goodwill.
Minimizing malicious men?s, malignant malcontent, monstrosities.
Consoling constantly convicted collaborating cloistered cretins.
Lamenting liberties less legitimate, likely liberal longings.
Seeking selfish sanctimony, selling society selective scripture.
Legitimizing lewd, loose, licentious living, lowering legal latitudes.
Indulging indecency, illegitimating ideals inherently intolerant injustices.
Bastardizing basic beatitudes, branding ?bigot? bourgeois beliefs.
Woefully wasting words wooing wishing witless wanderers.
Adding asinine automatons already acrimonious alienated.
Forsaking friendships for fanatical frenetic freehanded foolishness.
Politely pious promoting, perpetually pervasive putridity.
Like I wanna go there!
Thunder
got a call from xw a little while ago.
she was on her way to the hospital.
not sure what the problem is but she didn't sound too good.
LauraLisa
Thanx for the update. I'm glad to hear she's laughing.
Thunder
got a call from xw a little while ago.
she was on her way to the hospital.
not sure what the problem is but she didn't sound too good.
Got a call from XW a little while ago. She was on her way to the hospital.
Not sure what the problem is but she didn't sound too good.
Keep her in your thoughts.
If we hear anything we'll let you know.
Thunder
well it's come to my attention that some of you took thunders poem literally.
that you now have images as a crazed testosterone filled male.....even some of you that have met him.
i just want you to know that it was a poem....a very symbolic riddled poem.
Hilly, sword weilding....I don't have an axe!
