Pulls out the old speak and spell from the drawer of childhood…….let’s see now where is that on switch located….ah yes here it is.

A is for apple

B is for bacon

C is for caramel

D is for dollar pancakes

E is for ……….. Eating fried apple slices sautéed in a caramel sauce spread over dollar size pancakes with a side of bacon.

Okay bad example….I am just hungry now.

We all start somewhere and I believe that in order shortcut something one must first perform the task properly showing that they have earned the right to be lazy if they so chose. Appreciate and understand the artwork before submitting the napkin sketch.

I have no issues with text shortcuts unless it is all you have to offer.

Dear Winlie Claus.

All I want from the anatomy shop is that "extra hand" everybody keeps asking me for.

With bended knee a delicate kiss upon the back of the hand.

Twirls big toe in the sand while twisting torso to and fro like a school boy. With head down he utters the words "aww shucks Sindy, twirnt nuttin really".

Glad you could come out and share with everybody cpool13

Thanks Athena......don't tell anybody but I had help with the big words.....shhhhh.

Thanks Foszil......What can I say....the reply was staring me in the face.

Maybe you can help me with this? Was I wrong?

I recently received an e-mail (from another site I should add because the women here are not like this) from a young woman; a picture attached depicting breasts under a tight t-shirt. (Saving you from the visual….or depriving you depending where you stand)
The words read “Want these”……..

Well, be still my beating heart. Lol
Graced by such a beautiful, I had to look away and wipe the tear from my eye. When I once again gazed upon the page a blank look appeared on my face…….where was the rest of the message? Surely there must be more, a punctuation of some sort, a noun or verb.

Frantically I searched …… turning the laptop around should something be written on the other side of the page, lifting it up in hopes of finding a misplaced script, the floor, the fax machine, the shredding waste paper basket…….all in vain.
My heart sank as I realised there was no more. What on earth could she mean? Had I missed a clue?

Then it hit me……all my little neurons in Who-Ville fired at once, a chorus of Grinch like thoughts flooded my now grinning face as my fingers danced upon the keyboard to the melody of Bah Who Boring in the background.

A reply at once I concluded.

“Can you part with them”? “May I suggest a formaldehyde solution, an organ donating cooler with dry ice perhaps”. “I mean after all you have taken such good care of them up until now that it would be a shame if they spoiled in transit”.

“On second thought it might be best if you kept them, after all they well just leave bump marks in my shirts”.

Sigh…..head down in shame.
My bad.

Click……send…..oops……

Taken captive by a single desire to find the one and only.

I'm sorry cancer has lashed out at your family as well as many other families. I lost my Mother to cancer in 04. We all handle it differently and you well have to find peace within yourself through your family. This is how I had seen it when I was in your shoes at this stage in the progression. I decided to spend as much time as I could with her and oddly enough it was for selfish reasons. I didn't want to have to ask myself if I could have done more. I can honestly say I couldn't have done more and that is what I feel when I visit her grave. I thank her for all she has taught me and move forward knowing she is at peace because I am living my life being happy with myself. I don't know what well work for you but you well find the strength....its there inside you.

You well find yourself as we all have during our search for love. As we look outward into the souls of others we recognize what lies beneath our own soul. Love yourself and others will follow.
Nicely done.

Thank you.
The support shown here by so many in all the forums rivals even that of hardcore sports fans......you are all truely champions each in their own write.

Thank you for your kind words. It is but a brief glimps of the actual walk. The river is posted in my pictures along with the deer we had seen that day. Hot chocolate was brought along and a Christmas Tree was made in the fresh snow adorned with snowball ornaments. Some of that day is revealed in the story I posted.
Again thank you.

Thank you.
I have read your work entitled "What can I get away with"......it would appear that it is I who is envious.

Thank you.
I have read your piece entitled "Finality" , absolutely beautiful.
I look forward to finding more of your thoughts on the forums.

I write this letter knowing of your existence but completely unaware of your whereabouts. It may seem foolish to cast upon the winds of chance a candle lit in your honour, a candle which casts a dancing shadow of your image. Your soul flutters across my path time and time again as my quest unfolds. It has been a journey not unlike yours I am sure, filled with moments both tangible and imaginary.
You have reached out to me in ways I never knew possible through the actions and words of others who I hold dear to my heart for they are your conduit to me.
The first time you wrote to was in the form of love letters addressed to Nick from Sarah. I smile right now as I type. The words of our communication carried back and forth upon the tails of comets in all their glory and for all to see. The waves of emotion dancing within the wisps of the Aurora encompassed us like a blanket aside a fire on a gentle winter’s eve. From this you have taught me of your ability to love unconditionally and of mine to love back in the same fashion.
We later met again when we walked along the river one winter’s day when I reached out my hand to help you up the bank back onto the path. We stopped to view the deer which seemed to be leading us on this journey. I gave you some bird seed and showed you how to feed the birds from your hand, I watched in amazement as each tear tried to form in your eyes but you held back. Your breath’s scampered as each bird fluttered to and fro until you earned their respect and then they landed upon your finger tips to feed. We held hands again as we continued that walk and when we got back to the parking lot to say our goodbyes and our hands fell apart……..so did my heart……it sank like nothing I have ever felt before. From this I have learned of your patience and understanding but most importantly I have learned what it would be like if I ever let go of you.
We met again when you cast forth a brief and even carefree message. “To my dream man, I well be at the( pub you mentioned)”. I chuckled to myself as I wrote back asking if he had arrived in various forms of super hero style. The banter continued……ever so playful and always in tune. We shared a story that as we wrote it we brought it to life. I wrote of my vow upon my family shield and placed it in a bottle and left it at the pub for you to find. I learned just how important the playful banter is to hold at bay the everyday monotony, to create new smiles and reassure the bond we well build together.
I have heard the cries of many women who have spoken with me via this conduit and from each of them I have seen the tears that I have caused in my past. I have been humbled on many an occasion and rightfully so. I am who I am today because of all that I have learned both bitter and sweet and this is who I am most proud of and so my dearest Sarah(your real name is unknown to me) I leave you with this note of my existence.
Love Nick.

If we are seeking out that one in a million then lets face it....that's a lot of interviews. If you truely know what you want and are not going to give in and settle for close then time is required. I personally have been searching for a few years and in that time I have experienced each facet of the woman I know exists. This journey has taught me much about myself and much about how to appriciate her when I find her for I already know what it is like to not have her in my life.

Patience and persistence. Hold true to your dreams.....you' ll only be cheating yourself. Perhaps he to waits for you, aware of you but has simply not crossed paths with you yet.

I respect your point of view along with the views of others but for me I would see a contractual union as a partnership and not a relationship. You are either in, out or on the sideline. I am sorry you have been wronged and I for one do not accept a society which permits unfair play. Yes it is true that the world we live in is just that and as we continue to fuel the path we are on be it from our own actions or lack thereof and I believe a course change well become a far more difficult thing to achieve.

We need signs to tell us not to step in the big hole……you might get hurt. Liability issue resolved.
It’s a contract.

I’ll take the sign that is not in print…..the one that smiles when I walk into a room or puts a smile on my face when she walks into a room. You can keep my stuff if that’s all it takes for my heart to truly feel at home

oops.....I guess all my stuff has been hauled away because I seem to have posted and echo. sorry. lol