Hmmm....yes! I'm stable and I like horses! Correction, I LOVE horses! :) Erika with a k ------------------------------------------------------------
>>|-----Original Message----- >>|From: Braver, Ben [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] >>|Sent: 20 March 2002 23:28 >>|To: CF-Community >>|Subject: RE: RE: A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE >>| >>| >>|Beth- >>|are stable women ones who like horses? >>|;-) >>|-Ben >>| >>| >>|> -----Original Message----- >>|> From: Beth Fleischer [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] >>|> Sent: Wednesday, March 20, 2002 3:26 PM >>|> To: CF-Community >>|> Subject: Re: RE: A TOUCHING STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE >>|> >>|> >>|> have you considered, steve, that perhaps you are attracted to >>|> unstable >>|> women? >>|> >>|> >>|> ----- Original Message ----- >>|> From: "LANCASTER, STEVEN M. (JSC-OL) (BAR)" >>|> <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >>|> Date: Wednesday, March 20, 2002 5:46 pm >>|> 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- >>|> > [EMAIL PROTECTED]/>>|Unsubscribe: >>|> > http://www.houseoffusion.com/index.cfm?sidebar=lists>>| >>|> > >>|> > >>|> >>| ______________________________________________________________________ Structure your ColdFusion code with Fusebox. 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