*True Confessions*

[InLust]

Very nice to see ya, babe.....we have missed your smile around these parts

 

[SuperShyGuy]

Thank you IL.

 

[Wintermute]

And the horse you rode in on.......

And how come the only time we hear from you is when your little heart is at odds??? You want a friend, then be a friend. You don't like it when someone you care about screws around, then stop screwing around on those that care about you.

You know, Unlike other women I had been seeing in the past, this one was single. No husband, no live in boyfriend, no boyfriend who lived out of state, single. And she was good for me, I even started saving money for an engagement ring.

 

[nrcma98]

An old farmer in Kansas had owned a large farm for several years. He had a large pond in the back, fixed up nice; picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees. The pond was properly shaped and fixed up for swimming when it was built.


One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over. He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit. As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.


As he came closer he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end of the pond.


One of the women shouted to him, "We're not coming out until you leave!"


The old man frowned. "I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked." Holding the bucket up he said, "I'm here to feed the alligator."

 

[1fiestyredhead]

And the horse you rode in on.......

And how come the only time we hear from you is when your little heart is at odds??? You want a friend, then be a friend. You don't like it when someone you care about screws around, then stop screwing around on those that care about you.

Ouch! Maybe I shouldn't even respond to this since it was not directed at me, but just reading this made me uneasy. I've been here at TC almost since it's inception and I've always felt that anyone could post anything they wanted here...even if it was just to pop in when things were tough.
There have been plenty of times over the past few years when the only time I posted was to confess feelings of hurt and confusion. My friends here always seemed to understand.
Yes, Winzy has made some faux pas in his past relationships, some that you obviously know about. And this callous post tells me that you're still smarting from one. I'm sorry for that, and I could see in that situation that you'd be a bit bitter.
I've had people that have hurt me here in the past, but I've never seen fit to try to castrate them here in TC. That's just not what TC is about.
I think the part of this post that bothered me the most was the 'want a friend, be a friend' part. Winzy has been my friend for a long time. I know he's not perfect and that he's made some mistakes...even probably cruel ones from some women's standpoint. But he's always been there for me. And I know I'm not the only one here in TC that values his friendship.
We all make mistakes in our lives...our judgement gets clouded by emotions and the situations we find ourselves in. Just because Winzy has broken hearts in the past shouldn't mean that we disregard the fact that he's truly feeling hurt now. Is it karma? Maybe...maybe not. I don't care. He's hurting, he's my friend, and rubbing salt in the wound is unfair.
I'm not posting this to hurt you either IL...like I said we all let our emotions dictate things we do and say at times. I value you as well...and hell...that's probably just what I'm doing with this post. shall I don my fire proof thong?

 

[JennyOmanHill]

miss you oman!!!

me too!!

Hopefully he'll be back this coming weekend.

 

[InLust]

You know, Unlike other women I had been seeing in the past, this one was single. No husband, no live in boyfriend, no boyfriend who lived out of state, single. And she was good for me, I even started saving money for an engagement ring.

I'm sorry you are hurting and I'm sorry my teasing was misunderstood. My comment about the screwing around on people you care about, was a bit out of line at a time like this. I allowed your comment about you not being around here much any more being my fault to piss me off. I should have realized that you were in pain and just lashing out.

Take care

 

[nrcma98]

1. "You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to." - Henny Youngman


2. "The best way to get most husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they're too old to do it." - Ann Bancroft


3. "Any husband who says, 'My wife and I are completely equal partners,' is talking about either a law firm or a hand of bridge." - Bill Cosby


4. "Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards." - Benjamin Franklin


5. "My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way." - Henny Youngman


6. "My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met." - Rodney Dangerfield


7. "A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong." - Milton Berle

 

[nrcma98]

Confession.....of sorts

So a little bird told me that I haven't posted a confession in a while.

I explained that sometime's it's good not to have anything that needs confessing.



And yes....that was my confession.

 

[nycdoctor]

You are funny

 

[stray_girl]

Here's few confessions:

I tend to tell people what they want to hear and avoid uncomfortable issues in interpersonal relationships, especially with men. My therapist told me this.

I've lied to my therapist, because I'm afraid she won't like me if I tell too much of the truth.

 

[nycdoctor]

I true confession is l love to eat PY (PUSSY)

 

[1fiestyredhead]

I just wanted to ask everyone to keep Sorta and Danny in their thoughts...they are dealing with a lot of difficult stuff regarding her brother. Things are not good and I know they would both appreciate knowing that their TC friends were there for them.


Confession:
I just bought my first porn video ever along with a new toy...empty nest sydrome does have it's advantages.

 

[SBroadB9]

Here's few confessions:

I tend to tell people what they want to hear and avoid uncomfortable issues in interpersonal relationships, especially with men. My therapist told me this.

I've lied to my therapist, because I'm afraid she won't like me if I tell too much of the truth.

Hmm. Why do you have a therapist? Never saw the need for one myself. I can go just as crazy on my on as I can with someone's help.

 

[stray_girl]

Hmm. Why do you have a therapist? Never saw the need for one myself. I can go just as crazy on my on as I can with someone's help.

Because I'm not particularly well adjusted.

 

[redelicious]

Hi again

I do want to update everyone on how we are doing. We took the baby to the pediatrician today for the 4 month check-up. She is doing great. The doctor is real pleased with her development. Her weight gain has slowed some, but she is well within normal ranges, so I'm happy. It's such a relief after struggling so with my son (I don't know if I ever mentioned, but at one time as a baby he was *faliure to thrive* due to lack of weight gain - though he never had any developmental issues. Oh well).

My son is as rambunctious as ever, a typical three year old boy. He loves his sister so much. He refuses to be potty trained (UGH) but he's such a sweet child. I'm lucky to have been blessed with the children I have.

My husband is currently driving me ape shit bonkers. He's still a damn hypochondriac and we have the bills to prove it. Today we went to get an ultrasound of his gall bladder because he's been having pains. Ugh. First he thought he was having a heart attack (apparently the pains have moved), then it was his ulcer acting up. So far all the tests have come back negative which for whatever reason leads him to believe he has stomach cancer. I know this is a stressful time of year for him, so my plan is to just stay the hell away from him until Thanksgiving.

As for me, yeah I'm ok I guess. I'm so happy to be home again but I'm worried that I'm going to have to go back much sooner then I did with my son. I'm trying to work a little out of the house but it's really just a dent in what we need. I havn't had sex since the baby came, but since I can't deal with hubby right now it will just have to wait. I hang out on the BDSM boards sort of living vicariously. I miss having that kind of relationship, but not enough to do anything drastic.

Anyhoo, I've blathered on enough. I hope everyone here is well.

Keeping Danny and Sorta in my thoughts.

 

[tonitits]

Hi again

I do want to update everyone on how we are doing. We took the baby to the pediatrician today for the 4 month check-up. She is doing great. The doctor is real pleased with her development. Her weight gain has slowed some, but she is well within normal ranges, so I'm happy. It's such a relief after struggling so with my son (I don't know if I ever mentioned, but at one time as a baby he was *faliure to thrive* due to lack of weight gain - though he never had any developmental issues. Oh well).

My son is as rambunctious as ever, a typical three year old boy. He loves his sister so much. He refuses to be potty trained (UGH) but he's such a sweet child. I'm lucky to have been blessed with the children I have.

My husband is currently driving me ape shit bonkers. He's still a damn hypochondriac and we have the bills to prove it. Today we went to get an ultrasound of his gall bladder because he's been having pains. Ugh. First he thought he was having a heart attack (apparently the pains have moved), then it was his ulcer acting up. So far all the tests have come back negative which for whatever reason leads him to believe he has stomach cancer. I know this is a stressful time of year for him, so my plan is to just stay the hell away from him until Thanksgiving.

As for me, yeah I'm ok I guess. I'm so happy to be home again but I'm worried that I'm going to have to go back much sooner then I did with my son. I'm trying to work a little out of the house but it's really just a dent in what we need. I havn't had sex since the baby came, but since I can't deal with hubby right now it will just have to wait. I hang out on the BDSM boards sort of living vicariously. I miss having that kind of relationship, but not enough to do anything drastic.

Anyhoo, I've blathered on enough. I hope everyone here is well.

Keeping Danny and Sorta in my thoughts.

Glad that things are going well with kids, but Red, I don't know your husband but don't just assume that your husband is a hypochondriac. I have suffered for about a year and going to the doctors and yes, I have all the medical bills to show for it too. Last Oct after months of problems and complaints I was sent to a specialist and they did an upper gi endoscopy, said that I had acid reflux, I thought I had developed another ulcer, and a hiadal hernia, they gave me something for the acid reflux, it helped a little bit but continued to have to go to the doctor at least once a month and was so sick that I missed lots of work, so not only did I having mounting medical bills, I was not making as much money, not able to work, don't get paid! SO I would go back to work, not really feeling like it, but had to for the money. Each time they would think it was something else. Finally, I switched doctors and they started to run tests on me. I had even gone to the emergency room, thinking I could not breath and it scared me. They ran complete blood work and tests and could not find anything wrong. Then the doctor decided to send me to a specialist, same kind but different from last year. They checked my thyroid, and several other things. I had the test to check my gall bladder, thought I was going to die during the test, found nothing. Then they did an lower gi, found out I had internal hemorrhoids, never heard of that and noone I talked to has either.and said that I had coliitis and gave me some medicine for it, started to feel better. They also gave me another test where I had to drink lots of barium and take pics to see if it had spread to my small intestine. It came back negative and I have been told to continue to take the meds and I go back for follow up visit Oct 1. I was beginning to think that they would never find anything wrong with me even though I KNEW that there was. So please don't just assume he is a hypochondriac. Sometimes these things will make you and the dr. think it is one thing and only after you have all the tests and rule out what it is NOT, you can find out what it IS. Hope things get better for you.

Keeping Danny and Sorta in my thoughts and prayers.

Hope everyone else is doing well.

Jeff it is good to not have anything to confess!

 

[InLust]

Dear Friends,

My wife Toni is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, "hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.

Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for Toni. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety.

The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so.

Awesome!!!

Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee. I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Gracie) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Toni to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time...

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin' way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well, have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as if to say, "Don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY **************! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position.

Gracie was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.)

SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.

By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'em...sure would like to get 'em back!

 

[nycdoctor]

how is everyone doing today

 

[tonitits]

Dear Friends,

My wife Toni is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, "hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.

Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for Toni. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety.

The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so.

Awesome!!!

Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee. I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Gracie) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Toni to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time...

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin' way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well, have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as if to say, "Don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY **************! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position.

Gracie was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.)

SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.

By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'em...sure would like to get 'em back!

hehehe!

 

[tonitits]

how is everyone doing today

good here, how are you doc?

 

[nrcma98]

Finally.....

Okay confession time......

1. Good to see the new blood on the board...And the oldies but goodies as well.

2. Toni....Thank you for the support! Be sure to pass your message on to DoS!!!

3. IL....Great funny....That Tazer guy is so me.

4. Red....I'm happy about the good news with your little ones

5. Fiesty...Way to broaden your horizons.

6. WM...hang in there

7. So I got the Star Wars trilogy the other day.....I SITLL haven't had time to watch it, dammit.

8. I'm 3 weeks away from my trip to FL....A weekend alone with DoS. If you don't hear from us, we swear we'll come up for air at some point.

9. I'm awfully proud of DoS for the new job and apartment. She even connected her DVD, VCR, and TV without a manual!!! I knew you could do it, babe.

10. I am planning a rather large surprise for her...I'm hoping she loves it. It is coming together rather nicely. <Insert sinister, conniving laugh>.

11. CF- congrats on the new job as well.

12. Toni....glad your health is coming around.

13. SC- Keeping you guys in my thoughts. If you have any questions about things, feel free to drop me a note.

14. I still love my job!!! The past 7 weeks we have been FULL!!!! Not just full, but with really sick folks. Out clinical resource nurse has gone out of his way to assign me to some of the sicker patients....Demonstrating trust in my skills. I'm getting ready to take a class specific to organ donors as well as onpen heart surgical patients. I am also starting to study for my national Critical Care Registered Nurse exam. Giving myself a year (at most) in which to take and pass the damn thing. No pay raise with it....just the knowledge that i am getting better at what I do.

15. I'll admit it...I am totally bonkers for DoS.

 

[nrcma98]

how is everyone doing today

Fabulous....just finished my work week. You?

 

[nrcma98]

LMAO.....

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed last week.


Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93.


The most traumatic part for the family was putting him into his coffin. They put his left leg in ... and that's when the trouble started.

 

[nrcma98]

LMAO part 2