It's humor "Not to be taken seriously"> Rick
-----Original Message----- From: LANCASTER, STEVEN M. (JSC-OL) (BAR) [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] Sent: Wednesday, March 20, 2002 4:47 PM To: CF-Community Subject: RE: A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE I am sorry, I never meant any disrespect and/or malice toward anybody. I have had some crazy ones, but like I said this one seems normal. We all have our quirks, but I should not have put all women in that category. For that I apologize. I hope you can forgive, again I meant no ill intent....:) -----Original Message----- From: Erika L. Walker-Arnold [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] Sent: Wednesday, March 20, 2002 4:34 PM To: CF-Community Subject: RE: A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE Hey! <pout> I take huge offense to such a stereotypical view. I never, ever, ever bash men. I love all of you, men, women, aquatic, and imagined, on equal terms. It's quite one thing to joke around and bust each other's chops, but you seem quite serious on this matter, Steve. I'm sorry you've had a bad go of it, but my life with guys hasn't been heaven either, but it hasn't made me biased against them. And thank heavens, as Phil and I get along fabulously. :( And here I thought we were all on the same plateau. :( Erika >>|-----Original Message----- >>|From: LANCASTER, STEVEN M. (JSC-OL) (BAR) >>|[mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] >>|Sent: 20 March 2002 19:25 >>|To: CF-Community >>|Subject: RE: A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE >>| >>| >>|That sounds about right from what I have seen from the opposite sex. >>| >>|-----Original Message----- >>|From: Rick Eidson [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] >>|Sent: Wednesday, March 20, 2002 1:05 PM >>|To: CF-Community >>|Subject: A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE >>| >>| >>|This message is in MIME format. Since your mail reader does not >>|understand >>|this format, some or all of this message may not be legible. >>| >>|------_=_NextPart_001_01C1D042.255019F0 >>|Content-Type: text/plain; >>| charset="iso-8859-1" >>| >>|A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE >>| >>| An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly >>| smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the >>| stairs. >>| He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. >>| Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the >>|bedroom, and >>| with >>| even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping >>|the railing >>| with both hands. >>| >>| With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the >>| kitchen. >>| Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in >>| heaven. >>| >>| There, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally >>| hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was >>| it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that >>|he left this world a happy man? >>| >>| Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, >>| landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the >>| wondrous >>| taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him >>| back to life. The aged and withered hand, shakeingly made its way to a >>| cookie at >>| the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a >>|spatula by his >>| wife. >>| >>| "Stay out of those," she yelled, "they're for the funeral." >>| >>| >>|------_=_NextPart_001_01C1D042.255019F0 >>|Content-Type: text/html; >>| charset="iso-8859-1" >>| >>|<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN"> >>|<HTML> >>|<HEAD> >>|<META HTTP-EQUIV="Content-Type" CONTENT="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> >>|<META NAME="Generator" CONTENT="MS Exchange Server version 5.5.2653.12"> >>|<TITLE>A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE</TITLE> >>|</HEAD> >>|<BODY> >>| >>|<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New">A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND >>|MARRIAGE</FONT> >>|</P> >>| >>|<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> An elderly man lay dying in his >>|bed. In death's agony, he suddenly</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> smelled the aroma of >>|his favorite >>|chocolate chip cookies wafting up the</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> stairs.</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> He gathered his remaining >>|strength, and lifted himself from the bed.</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> Leaning against >>|the wall, he >>|slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> with</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> even greater effort >>|forced himself >>|down the stairs, gripping the railing</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> with both hands.</FONT> >>|</P> >>| >>|<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> With labored breath, he >>|leaned against the door frame, gazing into the</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> kitchen.</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> Were it not for >>|death's agony, he >>|would have thought himself already in</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> heaven.</FONT> >>|</P> >>| >>|<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> There, spread out upon >>|newspapers >>|on the kitchen table were literally</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> hundreds of his favorite >>|chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> it one final act of heroic love >>|from his devoted wife, seeing to it that</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New">he left this world a happy >>|man?</FONT> >>|</P> >>| >>|<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> Mustering one great >>|final effort, >>|he threw himself toward the table,</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> landing on his knees >>|in a rumpled >>|posture. His parched lips parted; the</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> wondrous</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> taste of the cookie >>|was already in >>|his mouth; seemingly bringing him</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> back to life. >>|The aged and >>|withered hand, shakeingly made its way to a</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> cookie at</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> the edge of the table, >>|when it was >>|suddenly smacked with a spatula by his</FONT> >>|<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> wife.</FONT> >>|</P> >>| >>|<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"> "Stay out of >>|those," she >>|yelled, "they're for the funeral."</FONT> >>|</P> >>| >>|</BODY> >>|</HTML> >>|------_=_NextPart_001_01C1D042.255019F0-- >>| >>|Archives: http://www.mail-archive.com/cf-community@houseoffusion.com/ >>|Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/index.cfm?sidebar=lists >>| ______________________________________________________________________ Your ad could be here. 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