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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 24, 2005 23:46:34 GMT -6
Yeah it was actually but I had forgotten about it completely....so it was a nice surprise...
surpirse
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Post by Phalon on Jan 24, 2005 23:59:02 GMT -6
Surprise...I never quite know how to spell that. Surprise or surprize. I think both are right. Surpirse is not. LOL.
typo
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 25, 2005 0:03:03 GMT -6
Yeah yeah.....can't just let them pass because I'm trying to do a dozen things at once? So my spelling is a little off....and my fingers get tangled when they type too fast.....
gemini
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Post by Phalon on Jan 25, 2005 0:16:52 GMT -6
Only a dozen? Just last night, wasn't it 867 things at once? You are slacking, I'm thinking.
Gemini, (Jim and I), used to date in high school, and he always did 867 things at once - none of which could lead him to scorpio with me.
score.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 25, 2005 0:21:04 GMT -6
I had a long day...I'm trying to scale back a bit. And I'm sure your Jim wasn't the first to try that particular game....
game
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Post by Phalon on Jan 25, 2005 1:14:26 GMT -6
Most of them were Sorry and didn't have a Clue.
Hey, I like Clue. Shoot, I don't think I've played that since I was a kid. Col. Mustard, and who else...oh, Ms.
Scarlett
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 25, 2005 1:19:12 GMT -6
LMAO!!! Don't you wonder sometimes if anyone out there wonders wht the heck we are talking about? I think it would take too much time to explain. Let them wonder because after all tomorrow is another day.....Ms. Scarlett O'Jaws
tomorrow
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Post by Phalon on Jan 25, 2005 1:32:35 GMT -6
I sometimes wonder if anyone knows what I'm talking about even when they are in the same room as I.
Tomorrow...hhmm...as in I'll see you tomorrow. Because it's late, and I really ought to be going.
Late
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 25, 2005 1:36:24 GMT -6
Yeah yeah....looser...weenie....ok maybe not since you have aquired a new badass nickname....lol
Ok I'll let you go....talk to you later
later
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Post by xengab on Jan 25, 2005 6:29:13 GMT -6
See you later alligator.
alligator
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Post by Phalon on Jan 25, 2005 9:47:47 GMT -6
Alligator garden fence?
I prefer garden fence.
garden.
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Post by eirene on Jan 25, 2005 13:16:32 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 25, 2005 13:19:58 GMT -6
Flowers
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Post by eirene on Jan 25, 2005 13:26:36 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 25, 2005 13:39:00 GMT -6
petal
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Post by eirene on Jan 25, 2005 14:03:17 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Jan 25, 2005 23:22:56 GMT -6
A spring in my step as I gaze upon his tulips.
Spring.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 26, 2005 1:32:53 GMT -6
I once asked my father what his favorite flower was. He told me tulips. When I told this to my Mom at his funeral she almost spit her drink across the room laughing so hard. When I asked her what was so funny...well let's just say I turned about six shades of red....and then started laughing just as hard....I figured it was his parting shot.....Thanks for the laugh Dad.
laugh
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Post by xengab on Jan 26, 2005 6:10:43 GMT -6
Laughter is the best medicine.
medicine.
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Post by eirene on Jan 26, 2005 13:37:55 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 26, 2005 14:59:14 GMT -6
Sweet
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Post by eirene on Jan 26, 2005 15:16:31 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 26, 2005 15:26:51 GMT -6
Bittersweet love
love
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Post by eirene on Jan 26, 2005 15:38:54 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 26, 2005 15:49:01 GMT -6
Romance
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Post by eirene on Jan 26, 2005 15:53:59 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 26, 2005 21:39:19 GMT -6
soft
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Post by Phalon on Jan 27, 2005 0:01:16 GMT -6
"When stars are in the quiet skies, Then most I pine for thee; Bend on me, then, thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea!"
Baron Lytton 1803-1873
tender
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 27, 2005 0:03:33 GMT -6
"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." -- Henri Nouwen
friend
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Post by Phalon on Jan 27, 2005 0:16:19 GMT -6
That is beautiful. A good philosophy, and one I try to follow. My friends appreciate, and love me for it.....basically because I suck at giving advice.
appreciate
(you thought I was going to choose a different word, didn't you?)
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