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pardonme4livin said: luv4all7 said: When I was little my Dad had to be seperated from us during Desert storm. We came back to the States and he stayed for work.
Anyway, he got me a gold bracelet, nothing special to look at, but it had a knot tied in it, (a square knot) and he said that that knot was like our friendship. It could never be untied or come loose. I still have it but the clasp broke and it's been like 3 years and my dumb ass husband still has not got it fixed for me. I'm gonna get on his case about it rite now! It can't be that much to repair it Dani....I'd do it for ya....where exactly is it broken at? See pic. The clasp is broke. My husband was supposed to get it fixed 3 yrs ago, it broke like 3 weeks b4 my dad died, and he still never did. I wanna see how long it's gonna take the idiot. | |
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Imago said: ...I mean damn that is one hot rubber band [Edited 7/28/06 18:09pm] | |
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i have a plastic purple ring with a red star in the middle that my boys gave me from the bubble gum machine. i wear it on my ring finger and i've never taken it off since they gave it to me. when i look at it it reminds me that i am loved when i'm down and i dont feel so loved. | |
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Imago said: whats the furry thing u have your hand on? | |
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I have a few things that I cherish, my Great Grandmother's wedding ring, A couple post cards my Grandfather sent to my Grandmother when she came to America and he was still working on a merchant marine ship. Some old photos,
and my father's speed skates that he wore when he was a regional champion speed skater. A letter I wrote to my Dad when I was about 8 years old when he was in hospital that he kept till he died. "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind"-Dr Seuss
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luv4all7 said: Imago said: whats the furry thing u have your hand on? It's called his arm... | |
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Byron said: luv4all7 said: whats the furry thing u have your hand on? It's called his arm... I can't help it that I brim with testosterone. | |
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more beautiful sharings...thank you all again | |
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oh anyways. The string around my wrist is this thing that Thai's give each other as a blessing and for good luck. It's done with a simple ritual. I've had mine on my wrist for almost 2 years. My last one lasted almost 3 years before it fell off in the ocean.
Thai's can spot each other out here in the States cuase normally only Thai's and Burmese(or whatever they call themselves now) wear them. It's like our gaydar. . [Edited 7/28/06 21:17pm] | |
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I am wearing a thin silver necklace that was given to me by my sister on my 12th birthday. Since that day I have never taken it off even once. It's been 18 years straight now, so I would probably feel very naked without it. | |
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Imago said: oh anyways. The string around my wrist is this thing that Thai's give each other as a blessing and for good luck. It's done with a simple ritual. I've had mine on my wrist for almost 2 years. My last one lasted almost 3 years before it fell off in the ocean.
Thai's can spot each other out here in the States cuase normally only Thai's and Burmese(or whatever they call themselves now) wear them. It's like our gaydar. . [Edited 7/28/06 21:17pm] That's a pretty durable string! What is it made of? No More Haters on the Internet. | |
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Imago said: oh anyways. The string around my wrist is this thing that Thai's give each other as a blessing and for good luck. It's done with a simple ritual. I've had mine on my wrist for almost 2 years. My last one lasted almost 3 years before it fell off in the ocean.
Thai's can spot each other out here in the States cuase normally only Thai's and Burmese(or whatever they call themselves now) wear them. It's like our gaydar. . [Edited 7/28/06 21:17pm] oooh sorry hun ..and here I thought it was a blatant attempt to show me ur hands | |
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Moderator | I don't have anything that I care for that much... I have family heirlooms and such....but I really don't treasure any of it. Maybe one day I will. In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Sweeny79 said: I don't have anything that I care for that much... I have family heirlooms and such....but I really don't treasure any of it. Maybe one day I will.
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Moderator | Mach said: Sweeny79 said: I don't have anything that I care for that much... I have family heirlooms and such....but I really don't treasure any of it. Maybe one day I will.
Thanks hon In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Ocean said: A necklace that I never take off....my Nana gave it to me when I was 11...it was the day before she went into hospital for a simply operation (she told me as she gave it to me that it was suppose to be for my 21st...I guess she knew she wouldn't be coming home )
[Edited 7/28/06 15:39pm] I just noticed this post. So you've had your necklace on for longer than me, eh? Have you never ever taken it off even once? | |
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retina said: Ocean said: A necklace that I never take off....my Nana gave it to me when I was 11...it was the day before she went into hospital for a simply operation (she told me as she gave it to me that it was suppose to be for my 21st...I guess she knew she wouldn't be coming home )
[Edited 7/28/06 15:39pm] I just noticed this post. So you've had your necklace on for longer than me, eh? Have you never ever taken it off even once? I was a bridemaid last year for a friend.....she wanted me to take it off to wear this ...I really feel uncomfortable not wearing it...I know that sounds silly .... but that was the only time [Edited 7/28/06 22:52pm] | |
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Ocean said: Imago said: oh anyways. The string around my wrist is this thing that Thai's give each other as a blessing and for good luck. It's done with a simple ritual. I've had mine on my wrist for almost 2 years. My last one lasted almost 3 years before it fell off in the ocean.
Thai's can spot each other out here in the States cuase normally only Thai's and Burmese(or whatever they call themselves now) wear them. It's like our gaydar. . [Edited 7/28/06 21:17pm] oooh sorry hun ..and here I thought it was a blatant attempt to show me ur hands Oh yeah, that too. | |
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littlemissG said: Imago said: oh anyways. The string around my wrist is this thing that Thai's give each other as a blessing and for good luck. It's done with a simple ritual. I've had mine on my wrist for almost 2 years. My last one lasted almost 3 years before it fell off in the ocean.
Thai's can spot each other out here in the States cuase normally only Thai's and Burmese(or whatever they call themselves now) wear them. It's like our gaydar. . [Edited 7/28/06 21:17pm] That's a pretty durable string! What is it made of? I'm not sure. I'm real careful not to harm it and such. | |
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Imago said: Ocean said: oooh sorry hun ..and here I thought it was a blatant attempt to show me ur hands Oh yeah, that too. | |
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Handclapsfingasnapz said: my memories.
birds of a feather, love... Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely. - Lord Acton | |
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Finess said: My Grandfather when i was about 17 he took me upstairs and said "imgoing to give you something" and he gave me his Zoot suit... the same suit he met my grandmother in. yes folks with the neat pleat and ruff cuff. i tried it on.. and he said " slide me some skin Jackson" sadly this suit burned in a fire. and i'll never see that suit again.
sorry to hear that's it's gone now but that is so fly!! | |
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many things come to mind as i am a very sentimental person
but... it has been 23 years (today, in fact) and my need to hold on to these items has lessened but i have held on to half a piece of her trident gum a piece of the safety glass from the windshield and a cassette tape of her voice i won't ever throw them out but i no longer need them like i used to | |
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emm said: many things come to mind as i am a very sentimental person
but... it has been 23 years (today, in fact) and my need to hold on to these items has lessened but i have held on to half a piece of her trident gum a piece of the safety glass from the windshield and a cassette tape of her voice i won't ever throw them out but i no longer need them like i used to ..... | |
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Mach said: Would you be willing to post a serious post about something you deeply treasure ?
I want to share with you something I treasure My Uncle Paul was in the Vietnam war ( or whatever you choose to see it as ) There he saved the lives of 3 of his group when a bomb exploded on them There he also held his best friend as he died for America He was awarded the Purple Heart and today still walks this life with pieces of steel deep in his bones and tissues. When he came home I was very young and he was in his young 20's and I remember one time outside ... in our yard a plane from Detroit Airport flew by and Paul hit the deck and crawled for cover ... a reflex I am guessing and something I will never forget Later in life in my teens i spent every summer on his farm in Montana and we grew to be grand friends ... when i was 14 he gifted me with something he carried with him each day in Vietnam ... at 42 now I still treasure my gift ( photos just taken on my deck ) . Mach that is beautiful I don't have any pictures of them, but my most treasured posessions are two rings and two VHS Video's (which will be converted to DVD next year) the rings were my Mum's... the first I was given on my 18th Birthday by my Mum and Stepdad and it was Mum's first wedding and engagement ring soldered down and made into one, the second ring my Brother and I got after Mum passed on - it was her wedding and engagement ring from my Stepdad (they split about 9 months before she passed) the first video is from my 21st Birthday and it shows all my family together - including all 4 parents (which never happened before that or since) and my closest friends (within Australia, anyway) also my Baby Wallydog, our Rottweiler) and my niece Amelia as a tiny girl. it's very, very special to me the second video my Stepmum got done for my Dad, Brother and I one Christmas many years ago now... it was a collection of reel-to-reel films my Dad took over the course of a few years it has my Mum and Dad's wedding, again all my family, me as a tiny girl, much of our family... again, very very special you can't replace these things and they mean WAY WAY WAY more than anyone could ever dream of paying for them - as the saying goes... "priceless" | |
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When my mother was mere 19, she worked at the airport in the restaurant on one floor, while my father worked on another floor in the kitchen. Orders would go down in elevators, food would come up.
At one moment, when my parents were still romancing, not even engaged, my mother, sucker she was for pastry, sent a sweet note up to the kitchen, with my father's name Henk on it. It reads; Dear, Why don't you sent up some pastry upstairs? Signing it with an unintelligible scribble. The note was intercepted by the big boss of the kitchen and restaurant, who sent it back, reading; Who's Henk? However dear he is; no moves on pastry will be made. Making it a pun on my mom making a move on my dad. My mom must have laughed SO laud when she got it back. It was obviously very dear to her, as she kept it for 45 years... it still has the power to move me. | |
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HamsterHuey said: When my mother was mere 19, she worked at the airport in the restaurant on one floor, while my father worked on another floor in the kitchen. Orders would go down in elevators, food would come up.
At one moment, when my parents were still romancing, not even engaged, my mother, sucker she was for pastry, sent a sweet note up to the kitchen, with my father's name Henk on it. It reads; Dear, Why don't you sent up some pastry upstairs? Signing it with an unintelligible scribble. The note was intercepted by the big boss of the kitchen and restaurant, who sent it back, reading; Who's Henk? However dear he is; no moves on pastry will be made. Making it a pun on my mom making a move on my dad. My mom must have laughed SO laud when she got it back. It was obviously very dear to her, as she kept it for 45 years... it still has the power to move me. omg, that's AWESOME! Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely. - Lord Acton | |
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Natisse said: Mach said: Would you be willing to post a serious post about something you deeply treasure ?
I want to share with you something I treasure My Uncle Paul was in the Vietnam war ( or whatever you choose to see it as ) There he saved the lives of 3 of his group when a bomb exploded on them There he also held his best friend as he died for America He was awarded the Purple Heart and today still walks this life with pieces of steel deep in his bones and tissues. When he came home I was very young and he was in his young 20's and I remember one time outside ... in our yard a plane from Detroit Airport flew by and Paul hit the deck and crawled for cover ... a reflex I am guessing and something I will never forget Later in life in my teens i spent every summer on his farm in Montana and we grew to be grand friends ... when i was 14 he gifted me with something he carried with him each day in Vietnam ... at 42 now I still treasure my gift ( photos just taken on my deck ) . Mach that is beautiful I don't have any pictures of them, but my most treasured posessions are two rings and two VHS Video's (which will be converted to DVD next year) the rings were my Mum's... the first I was given on my 18th Birthday by my Mum and Stepdad and it was Mum's first wedding and engagement ring soldered down and made into one, the second ring my Brother and I got after Mum passed on - it was her wedding and engagement ring from my Stepdad (they split about 9 months before she passed) the first video is from my 21st Birthday and it shows all my family together - including all 4 parents (which never happened before that or since) and my closest friends (within Australia, anyway) also my Baby Wallydog, our Rottweiler) and my niece Amelia as a tiny girl. it's very, very special to me the second video my Stepmum got done for my Dad, Brother and I one Christmas many years ago now... it was a collection of reel-to-reel films my Dad took over the course of a few years it has my Mum and Dad's wedding, again all my family, me as a tiny girl, much of our family... again, very very special you can't replace these things and they mean WAY WAY WAY more than anyone could ever dream of paying for them - as the saying goes... "priceless" beautiful tisse | |
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HamsterHuey said: When my mother was mere 19, she worked at the airport in the restaurant on one floor, while my father worked on another floor in the kitchen. Orders would go down in elevators, food would come up.
At one moment, when my parents were still romancing, not even engaged, my mother, sucker she was for pastry, sent a sweet note up to the kitchen, with my father's name Henk on it. It reads; Dear, Why don't you sent up some pastry upstairs? Signing it with an unintelligible scribble. The note was intercepted by the big boss of the kitchen and restaurant, who sent it back, reading; Who's Henk? However dear he is; no moves on pastry will be made. Making it a pun on my mom making a move on my dad. My mom must have laughed SO laud when she got it back. It was obviously very dear to her, as she kept it for 45 years... it still has the power to move me. [b] | |
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