Ann

So very good to hear from you! Glad to hear that things are going well. Life can be good!!!

Do you like to shop at Garage sales and Flea Markets? If so, do you only look for something in particular or do you just browse through everything?

My first album that I bought with my own money was "Rubber Soul" by the Beatles. My favorite song was "In My Life." I almost wore that album out, I played it so much. Ahhh...1965!!! I think my mom and day bought be a Beach Boys album before that..."All Summer Long." I also had several 45's that my mom bought me. The really strange and uncanny thing is that the first album Dennis bought was also "Rubber Soul." His favorite song was "In My Life." He used to tell me that song described how he felt about me. We played that song at his memorial service....oh, how I loved that man!!! There are places i'll remember All my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends i still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life i've loved them all But of all these friends and lovers There is no one compares with you And these memories lose their meaning When i think of love as something new Though i know i'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know i'll often stop and think about them In my life i love you more Though i know i'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know i'll often stop and think about them In my life i love you more In my life i love you more

Your first music album....which of these was it? Fess up! 78 rpm records 45 rpm records 33-1/2 rpm record Cassette tape CD Ipod Download

There are some events that I don't mind paying a high ticket price for but there are other things that I absolutely refuse to pay current ticket prices for. I used to never miss a NASCAR race at Daytona but now you'd almost have to pay me to attend. I'm still a NASCAR fan but I feel the ticket prices have increased to the point that the average person can't afford to go see a race. Some things, like NASCAR, were founded on the common people attending and enjoying. Now, ticket prices are outrageous.

Like Deb, I always give people a hug unless I can tell from their "body language" they don't want a hug. Larry....We get the point...lol!!!

((((((Val))))) I do this so often, when thinking about Dennis. There are so many things that trigger memories in my mind and the pain becomes as fresh as it was the day I lost him. He used to tell me, that in the case the cancer won and he passed away, to always think of him and that would keep him alive. Just last night, I was having one of those "I really need you" moments and felt him really close by. I am always amazed at how little things can trigger my memory and bring back the happenings of his illness, as if they happened yesterday. Oh, how we all miss our loved ones that have left us but I do believe their love is with us every day.

((((((Val))))) I do this so often, when thinking about Dennis. There are so many things that trigger memories in my mind and the pain becomes as fresh as it was the day I lost him. He used to tell me, that in the case the cancer won and he passed away, to always think of him and that would keep him alive. Just last night, I was having one of those "I really need you" moments and felt him really close by. I am always amazed at how little things can trigger my memory and bring back the happenings of his illness, as if they happened yesterday. Oh, how we all miss our loved ones that have left us but I do believe their love is with us every day.

Are you a 'huggy' type of person?

A man entered the bus with both of his front pockets full of golf balls and sat down next to a beautiful (you guessed it) blonde. The puzzled blonde kept looking at him and his bulging pockets. Finally, after many such glances from her, he said, "It's golf balls." Nevertheless, the blonde continued to look at him thoughtfully and finally, not being able to contain her curiosity any longer, asked, "Does it hurt as much as tennis elbow?"

WAYS TO TELL YOU'RE GROWN UP: YOUR HOUSE PLANTS ARE ALIVE AND YOU CAN'T SMOKE ANY OF THEM

OLD" IS WHEN ... An elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100% . The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again."The gentleman replied, "Oh, I haven't told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!"

What’s the most you would pay for a ticket to your favorite concert/sporting event ......... etc?

Spaghetti For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman. One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write "Spaghetti" on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin. One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. "Honey," she said, "you received a very strange post card today." "Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it later," he said. The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted. On the card was written: "Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Three with meatballs, two without. Send extra sauce!!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So very good to hear from you Paige. I think of you so often and wonder how you are.

(((((((((Lillian))))))))) How true your words are! Of course you have a right to come here and post your thoughts and feelings. Every time I hear the sone "The Dance" by Garth Brooks, I think the same thoughts that you just stated in your post. "I could have missed the pain but I would have to miss the dance." Like you, the pain has been terrible for me but I would be rather face the pain than to have missed all the love that Dennis and I shared in our years together. Hope you were able to sleep after "talking" to us!!!

So very sorry.

Have you ever received a present that you really hated? *What was it? *Why did you hate it? *Who gave it to you? *What did you do with it?

Happy Anniversary to a wonderful couple!!!!

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information, Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please", I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger...", I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice. After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called "Information, Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone. "Information, please". "Information," said the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information, Please" belonged in that old woden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said "Information, please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Paul?" "Yes." "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Here is a math trick so unbelievable that it will stump you. 1. Grab a calculator (you won't be able to do this one in your head) 2. Key in the first three digits of your phone number (NOT the area code) 3. Multiply by 80 4. Add 1 5. Multiply by 250 6. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number 7. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number again 8. Subtract 250 9. Divide number by 2 Do you recognize the answer?

Banana is my favorite.

Pick your favorite ice cream flavor and find out what it says about your personality. 1. Vanilla 2. Chocolate 3. Butter pecan 4. Banana 5. Strawberry 6. Chocolate chip ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** scroll down ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** Analysis If you like vanilla, you are colorful, impulsive, a risk taker who sets high goals and has high expectations of yourself. You also enjoy close family relationships. Gregarious, lives a hectic life. Easily suggestible, expressive, idealistic; a private person. (Prototype lovelorn housewife.) If you like chocolate, you are lively, creative, dramatic, charming, enthusiastic and the life of the party. Chocolate fans enjoy being at the center of attention and can become bored with the usual routine. Seductive, well-dressed, extroverted, easily influenced, a follower, intuitive, enjoys intimate relationships. (Prototype: feminine woman, macho man.) If you like butter pecan, you are orderly, perfectionist, careful, detail-oriented, conscientious, ethical and fiscally conservative. You are also competitive, aggressive in sports and the take-charge type of personality. (Prototype: executive, secretary.) If you like banana, you are easy going, well adjusted, generous, honest and empathetic. (Prototype: the perfect husband, wife, parent or child.) If you like strawberry, you are shy, yet emotionally robust, skeptical, detail-oriented, opinionated, introverted and self critical. Easily made to feel guilty; cranky, pessimistic, low self-esteem. (Prototype: bureaucrat, journalist.) If you like chocolate chip, you are generous, competitive and accomplished. You are charming in social situations, ambitious and competent. A visionary, a conqueror, enjoys being catered to, a go-getter, intolerant of defeat. (Prototype: Industry leaders, voted most likely to succeed

THE COMPUTER SWALLOWED GRANDMA The computer swallowed grandma. Yes, honestly its true! She pressed 'control' and 'enter' And disappeared from view. It devoured her completely, The thought just makes me squirm. She must have caught a virus Or been eaten by a worm. I've searched through the recycle bin And files of every kind; I've even used the Internet, But nothing did I find. In desperation, I asked Jeeves My searches to refine. The reply from him was negative, Not a thing was found 'online.' So, if inside your 'Inbox,' My Grandma you should see, Please 'Copy,''Scan' and 'Paste' her And send her back to me This is a tribute to all the Grandmas who have been fearless and learned to use the Computer........ They are the greatest!!! We do not stop playing because we grow old; We grow old because we stop playing. NEVER Be The First To Get Old!

Think a gallon of gas is expensive? This makes one think, and also puts things in perspective. Diet Snapple 16 oz $1.29 .... $10.32 per gallon Lipton Ice Tea 16 oz $1.19 $9.52 per gallon Gatorade 20 oz $1.59 .. $10.17 per gallon Ocean Spray 16 oz $1.25 ....... $10.00 per gallon Brake Fluid 12 oz $3.15 ....... $33.60 per gallon Vick's Nyquil 6 oz $8.35 .... $178.13 per gallon Pepto Bismol 4 oz $3.85 ....... $123.20 per gallon Whiteout 7 oz $1.39 .... . $25.42 per gallon Scope 1.5 oz $0.99 ....$84.48 per gallon And this is the REAL KICKER... Evian water 9 oz $1.49..........$21.19 per gallon? $21.19 for WATER - and the buyers don't even know the source. So, the next time you're at the pump, be glad your car doesn't run on water, Scope, or Whiteout, or God forbid Pepto Bismal or Nyquil. Just a little humor to help ease the pain of your next trip to the pump...