Or, "A gay Irish priest from New Delhi....."
(Have you ever heard that one?)
No. It's not one of those 80% of men pleasure themselves in the shower and 20% sing, do you know what song they sing? type of question is it?
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Or, "A gay Irish priest from New Delhi....."
(Have you ever heard that one?)
No. It's not one of those 80% of men pleasure themselves in the shower and 20% sing, do you know what song they sing? type of question is it?
No, it's the beginning of a limerick, one of the cleverest ones I've ever heard. But I should PM it to you if you want to hear it. A little risque for mainstream CF.
I'm in 239, row 15 on the opposite aisle as KC. I'll be there too.I will! One of my co-workers has season tickets in Section 241, also row 9. So I can say "hi" to all of you! Will Papa Lew be there too? (I'll give him some crap about the snoring remark.)
Apple River?I actually sort of lose my mind when sleep deprived. Explains we screaming and yelling at a bunch of drunk guys in campground at 3 a.m. who had been shooting off fireworks and blaring music for hours. If they had been a little less drunk they might have killed me by dragging me behind their motorcycles.
This poem is running through my head today because of life and stuff.
Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known—cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honored of them all,—
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle,
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me,
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I didn't say word-for-word. But, ok.Lawyers have a lot that runs through their minds...
A second bed and/or a mouth guard for her. I have to fall asleep first, or hubby's snoring will prevent me from sleeping. And even then I am usually up between 1-4am and move beds. But we have been married 20yrs, so totally acceptable. He had a mouth guard that worked pretty well, then that one broke and he bought a different one. Doesn't work as well.
Ugh, had to take a child to the Dr. for some issues, but not necessarily illness. I could literally feel the flu germs crawl up my nose.
Need to decide who may go to the game tomorrow night, may have one or two tickets available to us.
Friendship is Magic, Dude.Class is doing Valentine's Day/Friend's Day tomorrow.
Guy in Z's class brought in his box today, a really cool alligator. That got Z going, so now we're finishing up her Twilight Sparkle box.
Oooh, cool.
Oooh, gross.
Cattle worms found in woman's eye. Attn: @cowgirl836 Looks like our CG but it's actually some gal in Oregon.
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God almighty.
There is a futon mattress in the second bedroom that I have been using, but to make her use it? There would have to be multiple mice and rats in bed for her to sleep there.