Defining Love

[midwestyankee]

You say that now...just wait until the awful puns start

Don't listen to her, Miss I. She's just envious of my talent at making fine puns the old fashioned way: I churn them.

 

[midwestyankee]

Yank, it occurs to me that while we all spend our time trying to define love in your thread, you seem to be the only one actually enjoying love. Why is that?

(and I would have substituted bastard for the booger but I have to say MissIntrigue is right)

I don't think I'm quite alone, but that's for others to say.

As for why it might be that I have been so fortunate, I honestly can not say. Does the rose know how the sunbeam gives her life? Does an angel know why her lyre rings so sweetly? Do storm clouds understand the wonder and awe they inspire in us? Nor do I understand how grace gave me my beloved.

Truth be told, I haven't the foggiest idea why my beloved believes I am worth her love, but I am not going to disabuse her of the notion.

 

[GiveawayGirl]

Don't listen to her, Miss I. She's just envious of my talent at making fine puns the old fashioned way: I churn them.

As soon as I hear a fine pun, I'll be the first to admit my envy. In the meantime, my stomach keeps churning

 

[midwestyankee]

As soon as I hear a fine pun, I'll be the first to admit my envy. In the meantime, my stomach keeps churning

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind.

Now that you admit the problem is your hearing, it all comes clear to me.

 

[Cathleen]

As soon as I hear a fine pun, I'll be the first to admit my envy. In the meantime, my stomach keeps churning

GG when I read his post and saw the word churn I thought of butter, more specifically "smooth as butter" and realized his puns aren't......

Sorry, Yank - sort of.

 

[GiveawayGirl]

I don't think I'm quite alone, but that's for others to say.

As for why it might be that I have been so fortunate, I honestly can not say. Does the rose know how the sunbeam gives her life? Does an angel know why her lyre rings so sweetly? Do storm clouds understand the wonder and awe they inspire in us? Nor do I understand how grace gave me my beloved.

Truth be told, I haven't the foggiest idea why my beloved believes I am worth her love, but I am not going to disabuse her of the notion.

Damn, I hate when you force me to post intelligent remarks and kind words. It seems nothing else will do after I read this post though, so here goes......

Yank, I am not sure which of you is more fortunate. Your beloved has found an intelligent, insightful, reasonably humorous, and caring man in you. You seem to have found someone who has given you a gift that is quite precious; the gift that all of us covet as our own someday.

I think there is truly a certain amount of grace involved. But I also think you need to give yourself your due; you are an extraordinary fellow.

Ok, enough mushy shit.....if she can put up with your puns, she must be a saint!

 

[GiveawayGirl]

GG when I read his post and saw the word churn I thought of butter, more specifically "smooth as butter" and realized his puns aren't......

Sorry, Yank - sort of.

ROFLMAO....Cathleen, you just made my day. I nominate this for the best post of the day!

You are WONDERFUL

 

[GiveawayGirl]

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind.

Now that you admit the problem is your hearing, it all comes clear to me.

As weak as my hearing may be, at least it is not as weak as your comprehension skills in reading my post seem to be

 

[Cathleen]

ROFLMAO....Cathleen, you just made my day. I nominate this for the best post of the day!

You are WONDERFUL

Well you just made my day even funnier! LOL

 

[midwestyankee]

Damn, I hate when you force me to post intelligent remarks and kind words. It seems nothing else will do after I read this post though, so here goes......

Yank, I am not sure which of you is more fortunate. Your beloved has found an intelligent, insightful, reasonably humorous, and caring man in you. You seem to have found someone who has given you a gift that is quite precious; the gift that all of us covet as our own someday.

I think there is truly a certain amount of grace involved. But I also think you need to give yourself your due; you are an extraordinary fellow.

Ok, enough mushy shit.....if she can put up with your puns, she must be a saint!

That she is, GG, that she is.

 

[midwestyankee]

GG when I read his post and saw the word churn I thought of butter, more specifically "smooth as butter" and realized his puns aren't......

Sorry, Yank - sort of.

I tried, Cate, but I just can't let this one slide. Besides, it reminded me of Marlon Brando and that led me to other thoughts....you'll find me at the YKYSFW thread shortly I'm sure.

 

[wicked woman]

Originally posted by midwestyankee
I tried, Cate, but I just can't let this one slide. Besides, it reminded me of Marlon Brando and that led me to other thoughts....you'll find me at the YKYSFW thread shortly I'm sure.

Was Last Tango in Paris about love?

 

[MissIntrigue]

Originally posted by GiveawayGirl
Yank, it occurs to me that while we all spend our time trying to define love in your thread, you seem to be the only one actually enjoying love. Why is that?

(and I would have substituted bastard for the booger but I have to say MissIntrigue is right)

You know GG- I changed the words to be polite... the 'f' has another pronounciation to it too...the "b" is interchangeable for when gender matters...(lol)

 

[GiveawayGirl]

You know GG- I changed the words to be polite... the 'f' has another pronounciation to it too...the "b" is interchangeable for when gender matters...(lol)

I like the way you think MissIntrigue

 

[midwestyankee]

Was Last Tango in Paris about love?

From a certain point of view.

 

[MissIntrigue]

OMG this thread is funny...you're quite the picked on guy here MWY....

 

[midwestyankee]

OMG this thread is funny...you're quite the picked on guy here MWY....

Care to sit in my corner and help me fend off the attackers?

 

[DLL]

Originally posted by wicked woman
Was Last Tango in Paris about love? this is what cyber is meant to be ..

i think so I love that strange affair carried on without names where no taboo is out-of-bounds....but all is broken when Brando breaks the spell of impersonality....

 

[wicked woman]

Originally posted by midwestyankee
Care to sit in my corner and help me fend off the attackers?

You're just wishing we'd 'attack'!

 

[wicked woman]

Originally posted by midwestyankee
From a certain point of view.

Originally posted by DLL

Originally posted by wicked woman
Was Last Tango in Paris about love? this is what cyber is meant to be ..

i think so I love that strange affair carried on without names where no taboo is out-of-bounds....but all is broken when Brando breaks the spell of impersonality....

Surprised but glad to hear your answers...must admit I was being flip with the question...but though it's not the 'standard' kind of love...it does have it's moments.

 

[DLL]

Originally posted by wicked woman
Surprised but glad to hear your answers...must admit I was being flip with the question...but though it's not the 'standard' kind of love...it does have it's moments.

I like unusual LOVE

 

[MT_Pitcher]

I like unusual LOVE

Got butter??

 

[MissIntrigue]

Originally posted by midwestyankee
Care to sit in my corner and help me fend off the attackers?

Ohh wait now- I am still new here...lol

 

[midwestyankee]

Ohh wait now- I am still new here...lol

That's ok. No one here bites - except where it's favored.

 

[MysteriousRomantic]

I think this says alot also,





THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND COFFEE

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,
when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar... and the coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open
areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with a unanimous yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.


"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else - the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal."

Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."


Please share this with someone you care about.


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