Thanks, have a muffin (US variety) :-) -Ben
> -----Original Message----- > From: LANCASTER, STEVEN M. (JSC-OL) (BAR) > [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] > Sent: Wednesday, March 20, 2002 2:47 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 > >>| > > ______________________________________________________________________ Get the mailserver that powers this list at http://www.coolfusion.com Archives: http://www.mail-archive.com/cf-community@houseoffusion.com/ Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/index.cfm?sidebar=lists
