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Lil~Basco wrote: Beautiful baby, Bez! :-4


Expect periodic updates and photos....I promise I'll try not to over do it !



:-6

Bez wrote: Expect periodic updates and photos....I promise I'll try not to over do it !



:-6
You could never over due posting pics of someone as precious as Lewis!

Post them all as you get them! We all love adorable babies!

I've resurrected this specially for Chris......so you just better put something HAPPY here......I would post some HAPPY pictures but I'm at work...OK...

WE need happy songs, happy stories and happy snaps......:-6 :-6 :yh_party

Ah I thought that we had a thread like this already, but I couldn't find it.



Thanks for bringing it back up Bez!! Let's just hope that this thread doesn't get tarnished either by bad vibes!! :-6

chrisb84uk wrote: Ah I thought that we had a thread like this already, but I couldn't find it.



Thanks for bringing it back up Bez!! Let's just hope that this thread doesn't get tarnished either by bad vibes!! :-6


You and I will have to meter out some dire punishment if that happens Chris...like telling some really awful jokes.....he he he

:wah: Oh when it comes to awful jokes I'm the King!!



I'm going to have to patrol this thread and make sure that everyone is having fun, otherwise I'll have to dish out a dose of Vitamin 'Happy' to them. :p

tmbsgrl wrote: Aww Bez. What a cute baby!!!:-4


He's actually 3 1/2 months old now and his hair STILL won't lay down. I'll post a more recent picture tonight when I get home. His Mum and Dad are getting married in June...it's so exciting and there'll be loads of happy snaps to post.

Bez wrote: He's actually 3 1/2 months old now and his hair STILL won't lay down. I'll post a more recent picture tonight when I get home. His Mum and Dad are getting married in June...it's so exciting and there'll be loads of happy snaps to post.


Now that's the happy kind of news that we love to hear, pass on my best wishes to the family Bez!!

I added my first buddy from FG to my FG buddy list today!!!!! Hooray! I love this place! Its so fun. I found this site seeking therapy for a childhood trauma and now I can come here to vent, rant, rave, congratulate, send encouraging wishes, etc!

Its so nice!! Yay for my new buddy!

Well we are glad that u decided to stay. It's great when we get new members here, that way we all become one big happy family.

Well.. I was pretty psyched to teach today, I had an imprtant lesson on Volume and Algebra, but the kids decided to bring me flowers and cookies for the whole class so the lesson just kind of changed into an impromptu Valentine's Day Party!

Oh well...that working with children for ya!:rolleyes:

Jives wrote: Well.. I was pretty psyched to teach today, I had an imprtant lesson on Volume and Algebra, but the kids decided to bring me flowers and cookies for the whole class so the lesson just kind of changed into an impromptu Valentine's Day Party!

Oh well...that working with children for ya!:rolleyes:


Wow! It seems your kids are very thoughtful or they know how to get out of a lesson!:wah:

It is freezing cold here and the sun is shining like mad, makes it seem a much nicer day than it really is.....

minks wrote: It is freezing cold here and the sun is shining like mad, makes it seem a much nicer day than it really is.....


oooh. I hate cold but I love sunshine. SOrry about your weather!

DesignerGal wrote: oooh. I hate cold but I love sunshine. SOrry about your weather!


Hehehehe oh don't be sorry we have had a fabo winter so far, we have been expecting this. It is to dip to -16C and then rise up to like -1C come the weekend all I can say is horray we are on the back slide of winter and the sun stays out longer and it won't be as glum as some past winters so yippeeeee

Minks! My gosh! You are so upbeat about it! I couldnt imagine! My husband moved me from Georgia to Virginia, and I hate snow and cold! GA gets cold but not real cold. I told him under no circumstances would I move any farther North (unless it was a job for like a million dollars a year). I dont, however, miss the hot a$$ humidity of Atlanta, Georgia. Or the dumb hicks for that matter! LOL!

This is for you: :-6

DesignerGal wrote: Minks! My gosh! You are so upbeat about it! I couldnt imagine! My husband moved me from Georgia to Virginia, and I hate snow and cold! GA gets cold but not real cold. I told him under no circumstances would I move any farther North (unless it was a job for like a million dollars a year). I dont, however, miss the hot a$$ humidity of Atlanta, Georgia. Or the dumb hicks for that matter! LOL!

This is for you: :-6


Awww shucks DG thanks. I really, most years will grumble long and loud about our winters... but holy cow there are others out there with way worse, did you know back in January there were places in Russia where it plummeted to -50 degrees. Yeah thank you I will be fine here in Sunny Alberta. Coldest I have experienced was long ago it hit -41. This is a cake walk hehehehe

I took my beloved to the airport today. She's gone for 5 weeks or so.



But when I got home & checked by email, she'd sent me one of those corny e-cards with a lovely gushy message. :-6

Accountable wrote: I took my beloved to the airport today. She's gone for 5 weeks or so.



But when I got home & checked by email, she'd sent me one of those corny e-cards with a lovely gushy message. :-6


5 weeks how will you cope

Awww mushy emails are the best hehehe how sweet

Accountable wrote: I took my beloved to the airport today. She's gone for 5 weeks or so.



But when I got home & checked by email, she'd sent me one of those corny e-cards with a lovely gushy message. :-6


5 Weeks...that's a hell of a long time....has she left you some chores to do ? I hope the time goes by really quickly :yh_hugs

Accountable wrote: I took my beloved to the airport today. She's gone for 5 weeks or so.



But when I got home & checked by email, she'd sent me one of those corny e-cards with a lovely gushy message. :-6


Hey....why have you posted this in 'Happy stuff only' ??? I'm ashamed of you ACC !:(

Bez wrote: Hey....why have you posted this in 'Happy stuff only' ??? I'm ashamed of you ACC !:(
the gushy message made me feel good. So I'm an incurable optimist. sue me.

Accountable wrote: the gushy message made me feel good. So I'm an incurable optimist. sue me.


OK. I'll let you off then mmmm....sue you ??? mmmm maybe not, you've got too many high flying lawyers over there.

BACK TO HAPPY STUFF ONLY. Here's a funny!



Cinderella is now 95 years old.

After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for companionship.

One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother.



Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?"

The fairy godmother replied,

"Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you.

Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"

Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish:

"The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor.

I'm living hand to mouth on my disability checks, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension.

Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold.

Cinderella said,

"Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother"

The fairy godmother replied,

"It is the least that I can do.

What do you want for your second wish?"

Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said,

"I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had."



At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for years.

And then the fairy godmother spoke once more:

"You have one more wish; what shall it be?"

Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says,

"I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat,

into a kind and handsome young man."

Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.

The fairy godmother said,

"Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life."

With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity,

the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she appeared

For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes.



Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.

Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, & held her close in his young muscular arms.

He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath

as he whispered...

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"Bet now you're sorry you neutered me!" :p

Love It, Love It, Love It!

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Acc made me laugh out loud today at work when reading his posts. I almost got in trouble for being on line all day, but I didnt get caught!

I just got a pink long stem rose....

Oh everyone here is talking about it, as it came from our courier guy.... hehehehe the courier company is delivering them for Valentines day hehehe very lovely gesture.

Tonight's night school lessons:

"Relationships: What are they and how do they develop?"

"The Gift of the magi" A love story.

Essay: "What is Love?"

Movie: "Roxanne" starring Steve Martin

Here's that love story for you to read:

The Gift of the Magi

By O. Henry

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pierglass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi!:D

That is some BIG Moose...hope it stay s friendly

SnoozeControl wrote: This lady who lives just on the outskirts of Thunder Bay, Ontario has a friendly Bull Moose who has become her friend. Pictures taken at her home last week. Also She took a picture of a Buck [male deer] in her back yard by the apple trees in the morning at her house.

For anyone who thinks living in a big Dirty city is the best.. "THINK AGAIN SHE SAYS".


What a lovely old deer

(and the Moose aint too bad either)

mrsK wrote: Just got home from school & have to share my happy moment of the day.

One of the special needs kids I work with has speech difficulties & I have been teaching her to say my name.She could get the last name but not the Mrs.

Today she said Mrs for me & I am over the moon.Not because I taught her.

Because she can now say it.




I can just imagine how that moment felt. I hope today brings another little milestone for this little girl...and tomorrow another....and the next day another... :-6

Guys...I am in TOTAL SHOCK....my 38 yr old daughter is expecting a baby (she has a 15 yr old daughter). This is a fairly new relationship for her but she is so HAPPY what can I say ? If you knew my daughter you would instantly love her...she's special and deserves some happiness with a hardworking loving person.....she has had some really bad experiences in the past.

Grandchild # 6....yippee...another little monkey to keep me busy when I retire.

Will catch up with you all later...you're the 1st to know...I'm grinning ear to ear !

Woo hoo I wish her well, better start saving for christmas now Bez!

My little boy got really upset about Valentines Day yesterday, he had to be peeled off me to go to school which really upset me as it's never happened before.

Later in the day I was called in to school to see his 'helper' apparently my boy was upset that I'm on my own, he didn't want me to spend the day on my own and he was worried I wouldn't get a present or card. He and his helper spent the morning making me a valentines card and it's beautiful :-4

SnoozeControl wrote: What a sweet little guy... that made me a little weepy reading that.



Hope you had a great Valentine's Day, Betty.


I did, happy and sad all rolled into one. It was great because my son and I haven't been getting on at all lately! Nice to know that under all the anger he has with me he still loves me. :-6

Happy Day for me today, today is my birthday treat day (don't panic - my birthday was back in Nov!) from my sister, shopping in our nearest City, a meal, and then we're watching a performance of 'Grease' this evening.

Really looking forward to it all.

Have a great day out Betty....have a proper 'ME' day and get thoroughly spoilt. Your little man sounds like he loves you loads....they all go through these stages....he'll be fine and so will you...:-4

Maryland gets a state refund?

Congratualtions Mrs. K....like I always say, teaching is soooo not about the paycheck!:D

I got good news yesterday, my administrator is hinting that I will get my own building.

(Right now we operate out of portables.)

A friend of mine has been talking about getting a little dog to keep her company for a while now.

Today she phoned and asked "What's a Shitzu?"

I said "I would imagine it's one that's got no animals...":o