Well, trust has never been an issue for me, although it seems to have played a part for some of those I've been involved with. It seems to me that love and trust are mutually inclusive - I, personally, can't have one without the other. I think if you trust someone enough to love them, then it goes without saying that you, by necessity, love enough to trust them.
They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but they also say that with distance comes a new perspective and that time heals all wounds. Too much distance is not a healthy thing. When I'm in love with someone, I want to spend time with that person. But it's also been said that familiarity breeds contempt, so I think that being able to be independent in a relationship is also very important. I don't WANT to like every single thing that my significant other does, nor would I expect her to like everything I like - Variety is the spice of life and I wouldn't want to be exactly alike, I guess...
I too, can converse with almost anyone, about almost anything - But some people are just naturally easy to talk with... About anything... Or nothing at all...
Wow - I hate to admit it, but I almost never notice the heading until afterwords. I'm not sure why, but when I check someone's profile, reading the heading is almost an afterthought.
I very much identify and agree with Linda's comments. And I won't hesitate to check a profile without a picture if I find that person's postings to be interesting or thought provoking.
I'm the first to admit that I can be almost painfully shy at times, so being able to converse intelligently (that is, to be put "at ease") with someone is nearly always the first prerequisite. Distance (read "likelyhood of meeting in person") can also play a big part. Being a long-haul driver, it would seem that it would be easier "meet" someone, but the fact remains that one of the un-written rules of the transportation industry is that more you WANT to go to a particular area, the less likely you will be to actually find a load GOING there...
There are times, when no matter what the attitude of the body, the soul is on it's knees - (unknown)
Opening a book is like firing a gun - You never know for sure what the effect will be or how far the shot will travel - Louis L'aMour
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed - Sara Teasdale
Learning is like rowing upstream; Not to advance is to drop back - Chinese Proverb
You have to be true to yourself, but you have to be true to your best self, not to the self that secrectly thinks you are better than other people - Stephen Gaskin
A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people - Thomas Mann
The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem - (unknown)
Musically, my tastes are eclectic - I'll listen to ALMOST anything from Ozark Mountain Daredevils to Victor Borge, but James Taylor's vocal abilities are so far above and beyond the average singer that it's almost a priviledge to listen to him.
I used to tell people that I had a tat: Upside down across my shoulder blades were the words: "Let go of my ears Lady, I know what I'm doing!"
Actually considering my first - A war eagle on my right bicep. I'm a life member of the War Eagle Society and I get tired of wearing the beaded arm band at rendezvous, so I thought it might be kinda' neat to just have one there permanently!
A blonde gal is taking a shower when the door bell rings. She sticks her head out and yells, "Who is it?" "Blindman!" comes the reply. She turns off the shower, wraps a towel around her hair, walks naked to the door and opens it. A man walks in and asks, "Hey lady, where do ya' want these blinds?"
A man staggers into an emergency room with a concussion, multiple bruises, two black eyes and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat.
Naturally,the doctor asks him what happened.
"Well, it was like this," said the man. "I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole, we both sliced our balls into a pasture of cows."
"We went to look for them, and while I was rooting around noticed one of the cows had something white at its rear end. I walked over and lifted up the tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball with my wife's monogram on it-- stuck right in the middle of the cow's butt."
"That's when I made my big mistake."
"What did you do?" asks the doctor.
"Well, I lifted the cow's tail again and yelled to my wife, Hey, this looks like yours!"
Well, thanks mostly to all the prayers (and a fair amount of stubborness on my part!) the Doc saw fit to release me earlier today.
I'm still not out of the woods, yet, but I've got bills to pay and I AM feeling much better!
I thank everyone here for the kind words and well wishes and hope everyone had a GREAT New Year's Eve. (I fell asleep watching PBS! LOL)
I guess I got out just in time, as I'm supposed to leave for Florida tomorrow with an oversized load - I did have to promise the Doc that I would take it easy for a few days and since I can only run daylight hours with an oversized, I figured that'd be about as easy as my job gets, plus I can still get paid for laying around half the day! (Even if it IS in a different location each night!)
Well, heck! I guess you can count me in, too! Problem is that I'm very sick right now, so there won't be much "spit swappin'" in the near future... Guess there's a positive side to everything after all, huh?
Up by Lake Itzokold, it was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when Lena got off work. She made her way to her car and wondered how she was going to make it home.
She sat in her car while it warmed up and thought about her situation. She remembered a friend's advice that if she got caught in a blizzard, she should wait for a snow plow to come by and follow it. That way she would not get stuck in a snow drift. This made Lena feel much better and sure enough in a little while, a snow plow went by, and she started to follow it. As she followed the snow plow, she was feeling very smug as they continued, and she was not having any problem with the blizzard conditions.
After quite sometime had passed, she was somewhat surprised when the snow plow stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signaled her to roll down her window. The snow plow driver wanted to know if she was all right, as she had been following him for a long time.
She said that she was fine and told him of the advice she'd received to follow a snow plow when caught in a blizzard.
The driver replied that it was OK with him, and she could continue if she wanted...but he was done with the Wal-Mart parking lot and was going over to Kmart next!
Some of my fondest memories from highschool are of going 'coon hunting along the Arkansas river in West Central Kansas with a wonderful old gentleman (long since deceased) named Winston Sapp.
Mr. Sapp (I never called him by his first name) had 4 dogs, two of which were bluetick, one Tennessee Walker and a redtick. On quiet nights we'd turn the dogs loose and build a small campfire and sit and listen to 'em baying in the distance while sipping coffee from a thermos and peppermint schnapps from a hip flask and Mr. Sapp would provide a running commentary on their progress by listening to the sounds of the baying. He knew each dog's voice and baying patterns and could tell whether they were running 'coon, 'possum or had jumped a bobcat. There were times when we'd be out all night long and run maybe 15 miles in the course of our hunt.
Seems as though there was something magical about those times; Two men - one old and wise, the other young and eager. 4 dogs with 4 distinctive voices and personalities. A tiny fire under a full moon, a thermos of coffee... And a 30 mile stretch of wooded river bottom that led to dreams of the future and fond memories of times past...
High plains of Kansas (for now) and while I usually hunt with a muzzleloader - my favorite gun is an original 1832 double barrel 12 guage (great for pheasant!) - I've also hunted with homemade longbows, pistols and modern guns.
My brothers and I were raised up so that when we were tall enough to carry a rifle without having one end cuttin' a furrow as we walked, we started hunting. I started fishing even earlier.
I don't suppose there are too many (game) critters that I haven't pursued over the years, but among my favorites are: deer (whitetail & mulie), bear (black), pheasant, prairie chicken, quail, cottontail rabbit, red (fox) squirrel and geese. I've also taken elk ( with a longbow) and moose (with a .54 cal. flintlock).
I ran a trapline in highschool and for a time after and took beaver, fox, bobcat, 'coon, muskrat, mink, coyote, badger and ermine.
I've never gone ice fishing, although I had a cousin who, 3 years ago, went icefishing for the first time in his life... He brought home 200 pounds of ice!!!!!! (His wife fried it and they both drowned! )
Hmmmm.... I have to admit that I've pumped alot of things over the years; Gasoline, diesel fuel, oil, air and water, but I can't recall ever being able to pump iron... (Although I used to lift weights and work out!)
Talking does not automatically mean forgiving, but it can lead to understanding... On the parts of both parties. I lost my dad on April 28th, 2001 and would give anything to be able to have another long talk with him.
I know all about running, I've been doing it in one form or another most of my life. Some of it has been running away, some (not nearly enough!) has been running towards.
You're the only one who knows exactly what is in your heart, but time isn't something you can get back. It heals, true. But sometimes it also destroys. If you're going to call, then call! Now! Before it's too late! No one expects to die tomorrow, but many will. And some of those will be the ones we should have talked to, but didn't...
Peace to you! And luck! And talking doesn't HAVE to mean forgiving, but it can lead to understanding...
Please forgive me in advance, but I love this story and my fever racked brain has me convinced that it actually makes sense...
Once upon a time there were 4 people:
Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. They had a very important job to do.
Now, Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it, but Nobody did it!
Anybody could have done it, Everybody was capable of doing it and Somebody should have done it, but Nobody wanted to do it! So then Everybody blamed Somebody because Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
The moral of the story is to pattern yourself after Nobody. Because:
I'm not the fig plucker or the fig plucker's son, but I'll pluck figs 'til the fig plucker comes!
A skunk sat on a stump: The skunk thunk the stump stunk and the stump thunk the skunk stunk - Who stunk, the stump or the skunk?
If Peter Piper, who picks pickled peppers and Penny Panopolis who pickles previously picked peppers got married would they throw a pickled pepper picking party or would they spend time instead pickling peppers previously picked? Or would she re-pickle all his of his previously picked pickled peppers so that he could pick peppers that were purposefully pickled previously and post picking?
One smart fellow, he felt smart. Two smart fellows, they felt smart. Three smart fellows, they all felt smart!
From a newscast: A bit of history was re-created this morning in the valley below famed "Whatnot Lodge." Mr. Schott and Mr. Knot had decided to fight a duel: Now Knot was shot and Schott was not, so it is better for Schott than Knot. Schott and not Knot shot the shot that shot Knot. However, had Knot's shot hit Schott and Schott's shot missed Knot, then we would be reporting that Knot shot Schott, not Schott shot Knot!
And finally we have to report that Peter Piper of pickled pepper picking fame has decided to retire and go into business with his sister, Suzy Stiverskoff. (She sells sea shells by the sea shore.)
*And the Kansan happily climbs back into his hole to nurse the flu.*
Sometimes moving forward means letting go and not looking back. And that means saying goodbye. And it’s time for me to move forward. I’m not deleting my profile, yet, just leaving the forums. And I thought I’d leave my friends here with a few lessons I’ve learned the hard way:
Don’t corner somethin’ that you know is meaner than you.
Lettin’ the cat outta’ the bag is a whole lot easier than stuffin’ it back in.
Most of the stuff that people worry about ain’t ever gonna’ happen anyway.
Timin’ has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered… not yelled.
Always drink upstream from the herd.
The biggest troublemaker you’ll prob’ly ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every mornin’.
…And don’t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t botherin’ you none!
And now goodbye. No deposits, no sad songs and no return… (At least not for a while!)
Flint & steel, my eye glasses and my hunting knife. (After taking and teaching several survival courses over the years, one learns to pack lite and make do!)
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RE: are there any minds in here
Seems to me that there oughtta' be a warning on beer cans (all alcoholic beverages, really) that says:Warning! Excessive drinking may lead to... Excessive drinking!