Well - no woodworking lately but I had this sent to me and was wondering if
he ever got Terri back . . .
Just a chuckle . . . if you're easily offended - don't read. I did mark it
OT afterall . . .
Happy Holidays to all.
Jums
(aka Minwax Mac, Jim, etc.)
>Sometimes it becomes difficult to just "let go" of old relationships.
As an example, read on about this guy who writes to his old beloved. It will
bring tears to your eyes. Pure poetry.
>=======================================
>Dear Terri:
>I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
>"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I
>swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded
little boy
>in me talking.
>
>Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my
fantasies,
>it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride
>needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things.
I'm
>tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
>anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
does.
>Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And
this is
>hat my heart says... "There's no one like you, Terri."
>
>I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but
they're
>not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the
>Rainbow Room and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt
you,
>but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young,
Terri,
>maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a
>childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body.
Tits
>you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every man's
dream,
>right?
>
>But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I thought, look at
the
>stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so surface. What
does a
>perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case,
yes.
>But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person?
Does she
>have a better heart than my moderately attractive Terri? I doubt it.
And
>I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just
>growing up a little.
>
>Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found
myself
>thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
flawless
>technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some
>niggling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it
hit
>me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Terri, to
watch. Do
>you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you, baby. Jesus,
>Terri, I'm just going crazy without you.
>
>And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol,
that
>single mom we met at Mt. Sinai Baptist Church? Well, she drops by last
week
>with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right
without a
>woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not
the
>real story. Anyway, we have a few glasses of wine and the next thing
you
>know we're fucking in our old bedroom. And this broad's a total
monster in
>the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does
when
>she's not hung up about God and her career and whether the kids can
hear
>us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your
grandmother's
>old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so
we
>can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too.
'Cause
>I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Terri ever put the mirror on the
floor?
>We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as
a sex
>aid." (Some of this I thought about later.) You know what I mean? What
>happened to our spontaneity? You get so caught up in the routine of a
>marriage and you just lose sight of each other. And then you lose
yourself.
>That's the saddest part of all for me.
>
>But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can, because I only
want
>this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of
the
>restraining order. I mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's got
a
>pretty good head on her shoulders. She's been a real friend to me
during
>this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and
about
>women in general. (She's pulling for us to get back together, Terri.
She
>really is.). So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about
happier
>times. Here's this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let's
face
>it, she got an extra helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is
think of
>how much she looks like you when you were 18. And that just about
makes me
>cry. And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole anal thing
and
>that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about
trying
>it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But
do
>you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming hot
Dutch
>oven of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
It's
>true, baby. In your heart you know it.
>
>Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances
and
>start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you'd
just try
>it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs all
that
>bitterness, Terri? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart from
you.
>
>Because I love you.
>
>
Jim Mc Namara wrote:
> Well - no woodworking lately but I had this sent to me and was wondering if
> he ever got Terri back . . .
>
> Just a chuckle . . . if you're easily offended - don't read. I did mark it
> OT afterall . . .
>
> Happy Holidays to all.
>
> Jums
> (aka Minwax Mac, Jim, etc.)
>
>
>
>
>>Sometimes it becomes difficult to just "let go" of old relationships.
>
> As an example, read on about this guy who writes to his old beloved. It will
> bring tears to your eyes. Pure poetry.
>
>>=======================================
>
>
>>Dear Terri:
>>I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
>>"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I
>>swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded
>
> little boy
>
>>in me talking.
>>
>>Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my
>
> fantasies,
>
>>it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride
>>needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things.
>
> I'm
>
>>tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
>>anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
>
> does.
>
>>Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And
>
> this is
>
>>hat my heart says... "There's no one like you, Terri."
>>
>>I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but
>
> they're
>
>>not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the
>>Rainbow Room and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt
>
> you,
>
>>but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young,
>
> Terri,
>
>>maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a
>>childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body.
>
> Tits
>
>>you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every man's
>
> dream,
>
>>right?
>>
>>But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I thought, look at
>
> the
>
>>stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so surface. What
>
> does a
>
>>perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case,
>
> yes.
>
>>But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person?
>
> Does she
>
>>have a better heart than my moderately attractive Terri? I doubt it.
>
> And
>
>>I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just
>>growing up a little.
>>
>>Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found
>
> myself
>
>>thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
>
> flawless
>
>>technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some
>>niggling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it
>
> hit
>
>>me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Terri, to
>
> watch. Do
>
>>you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you, baby. Jesus,
>>Terri, I'm just going crazy without you.
>>
>>And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol,
>
> that
>
>>single mom we met at Mt. Sinai Baptist Church? Well, she drops by last
>
> week
>
>>with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right
>
> without a
>
>>woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not
>
> the
>
>>real story. Anyway, we have a few glasses of wine and the next thing
>
> you
>
>>know we're fucking in our old bedroom. And this broad's a total
>
> monster in
>
>>the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does
>
> when
>
>>she's not hung up about God and her career and whether the kids can
>
> hear
>
>>us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your
>
> grandmother's
>
>>old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so
>
> we
>
>>can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too.
>
> 'Cause
>
>>I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Terri ever put the mirror on the
>
> floor?
>
>>We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as
>
> a sex
>
>>aid." (Some of this I thought about later.) You know what I mean? What
>>happened to our spontaneity? You get so caught up in the routine of a
>>marriage and you just lose sight of each other. And then you lose
>
> yourself.
>
>>That's the saddest part of all for me.
>>
>>But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can, because I only
>
> want
>
>>this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of
>
> the
>
>>restraining order. I mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's got
>
> a
>
>>pretty good head on her shoulders. She's been a real friend to me
>
> during
>
>>this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and
>
> about
>
>>women in general. (She's pulling for us to get back together, Terri.
>
> She
>
>>really is.). So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about
>
> happier
>
>>times. Here's this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let's
>
> face
>
>>it, she got an extra helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is
>
> think of
>
>>how much she looks like you when you were 18. And that just about
>
> makes me
>
>>cry. And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole anal thing
>
> and
>
>>that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about
>
> trying
>
>>it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But
>
> do
>
>>you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming hot
>
> Dutch
>
>>oven of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
>
> It's
>
>>true, baby. In your heart you know it.
>>
>>Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances
>
> and
>
>>start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you'd
>
> just try
>
>>it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs all
>
> that
>
>>bitterness, Terri? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart from
>
> you.
>
>>Because I love you.
>>
>>
>
>
>
I'm sorry but this had me (and several others) howling. Thanks for an
afternoon laugh!
bob
And that would be . .. NONE! LOL!
Jums
"Luigi Zanasi" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> On Thu, 20 Nov 2003 02:50:52 GMT, "J.B. Bobbitt"
> <[email protected]> scribbled
>
> >I'm offended.
> >
> >Send me a tool or a board to make amends.
> >
> >-JBB
>
> Stick to tools, you don't really need any jummywood boards. On second
> thought, get him to send you any boards he's got that are not
> jummywood.
>
> Luigi
> Replace "no" with "yk" twice
> in reply address for real email address
>
> "Man is a tool-using animal. Weak in himself and of small stature,
> he stands on a basis of some half-square foot, has to straddle out
> his legs lest the very winds supplant him. Nevertheless, he can
> use tools, can devise tools: with these the granite mountain melts
> into light dust before him: seas are his smooth highway, winds and
> fire his unwearying steeds. Nowhere do you find him without tools.
> Without tools he is nothing: with tools he is all."
> Thomas Carlyle
ROTFLMAO - now that was some funny shit!!
"Jim Mc Namara" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Well - no woodworking lately but I had this sent to me and was wondering
if
> he ever got Terri back . . .
>
> Just a chuckle . . . if you're easily offended - don't read. I did mark
it
> OT afterall . . .
>
> Happy Holidays to all.
>
> Jums
> (aka Minwax Mac, Jim, etc.)
>
>
>
> >Sometimes it becomes difficult to just "let go" of old relationships.
> As an example, read on about this guy who writes to his old beloved. It
will
> bring tears to your eyes. Pure poetry.
> >=======================================
>
> >Dear Terri:
> >I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
> >"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I
> >swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded
> little boy
> >in me talking.
> >
> >Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my
> fantasies,
> >it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride
> >needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things.
> I'm
> >tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
> >anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
> does.
> >Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And
> this is
> >hat my heart says... "There's no one like you, Terri."
> >
> >I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but
> they're
> >not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the
> >Rainbow Room and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt
> you,
> >but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young,
> Terri,
> >maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a
> >childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body.
> Tits
> >you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every man's
> dream,
> >right?
> >
> >But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I thought, look at
> the
> >stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so surface. What
> does a
> >perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case,
> yes.
> >But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person?
> Does she
> >have a better heart than my moderately attractive Terri? I doubt it.
> And
> >I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just
> >growing up a little.
> >
> >Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found
> myself
> >thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
> flawless
> >technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some
> >niggling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it
> hit
> >me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Terri, to
> watch. Do
> >you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you, baby. Jesus,
> >Terri, I'm just going crazy without you.
> >
> >And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol,
> that
> >single mom we met at Mt. Sinai Baptist Church? Well, she drops by last
> week
> >with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right
> without a
> >woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not
> the
> >real story. Anyway, we have a few glasses of wine and the next thing
> you
> >know we're fucking in our old bedroom. And this broad's a total
> monster in
> >the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does
> when
> >she's not hung up about God and her career and whether the kids can
> hear
> >us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your
> grandmother's
> >old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so
> we
> >can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too.
> 'Cause
> >I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Terri ever put the mirror on the
> floor?
> >We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as
> a sex
> >aid." (Some of this I thought about later.) You know what I mean? What
> >happened to our spontaneity? You get so caught up in the routine of a
> >marriage and you just lose sight of each other. And then you lose
> yourself.
> >That's the saddest part of all for me.
> >
> >But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can, because I only
> want
> >this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of
> the
> >restraining order. I mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's got
> a
> >pretty good head on her shoulders. She's been a real friend to me
> during
> >this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and
> about
> >women in general. (She's pulling for us to get back together, Terri.
> She
> >really is.). So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about
> happier
> >times. Here's this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let's
> face
> >it, she got an extra helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is
> think of
> >how much she looks like you when you were 18. And that just about
> makes me
> >cry. And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole anal thing
> and
> >that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about
> trying
> >it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But
> do
> >you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming hot
> Dutch
> >oven of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
> It's
> >true, baby. In your heart you know it.
> >
> >Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances
> and
> >start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you'd
> just try
> >it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs all
> that
> >bitterness, Terri? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart from
> you.
> >
> >Because I love you.
> >
> >
>
>
You got the Sister and the Mirror wrong
For getting it wrong your punishment is to go back and read it over again
There will be a Retest on Friday <G>
"jo4hn" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Well. I never! It was up to the sister to figure out the mirror?
> Humph! The VERY idea.
>
> Oh well, welcome back Jums.
> mahalo,
> jo4hn
> [snip of funny stuff]
>
"Jim Mc Namara" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> And that would be . .. NONE! LOL!
Liar!
Nahmie
On Thu, 20 Nov 2003 02:50:52 GMT, "J.B. Bobbitt"
<[email protected]> scribbled
>I'm offended.
>
>Send me a tool or a board to make amends.
>
>-JBB
Stick to tools, you don't really need any jummywood boards. On second
thought, get him to send you any boards he's got that are not
jummywood.
Luigi
Replace "no" with "yk" twice
in reply address for real email address
"Man is a tool-using animal. Weak in himself and of small stature,
he stands on a basis of some half-square foot, has to straddle out
his legs lest the very winds supplant him. Nevertheless, he can
use tools, can devise tools: with these the granite mountain melts
into light dust before him: seas are his smooth highway, winds and
fire his unwearying steeds. Nowhere do you find him without tools.
Without tools he is nothing: with tools he is all."
Thomas Carlyle
There's hope for you yet, Jummykins.
On Thu, 20 Nov 2003 19:32:33 GMT, "Jim Mc Namara" <[email protected]>
brought forth from the murky depths:
>Okay maybe a little . . . . ;-)
>
>Jums
>
>"Norman D. Crow" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>news:[email protected]...
>>
>> "Jim Mc Namara" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>> news:[email protected]...
>> > And that would be . .. NONE! LOL!
>>
>> Liar!
>>
>> Nahmie
>>
>>
>
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"Norman D. Crow" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
>
> "Jim Mc Namara" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
> > And that would be . .. NONE! LOL!
>
> Liar!
>
> Nahmie
>
>