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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Saturday, May 01, 2004 - 6:26 pm
Thanks again. :o) My girl friend has already heard most of my family stories. I think she's almost to the point of where she can tell them herself. :o) heheh. And my little brother is actually in the process of recording dad and other family members telling stories. He plans on putting it all online somewhere for storage. Jed. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Saturday, May 01, 2004 - 6:44 pm
Great idea. I know when I get together with my four sons...which is only once or twice a year, cos it's tough to rope four busy guys and two live out of town...but any way, we often spend time reminiscing and going over old family stories...it's a great way to pass down family history.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Monday, May 03, 2004 - 1:34 am
Short story. :o) My neice had started school. It was her first day and she was excited about the whole deal. She rushed off to school and when she got back home. She ran in the house and was all excited about what she had learned. She was telling everyone about her day and the events and things she learned. Well when she came down to our house to tell her grandparents and uncles/aunts/cousins. Her dad had heard the story several times already. So Dianna steps up and says here's what I learned. She pointed to her head and said this is my head. Pointed to her legs and said these are my legs, then the arms, then she showed us her hands and feet. Then her dad said "Where's your brain?" She looked at him really weird for a second and said "I ain't got a brain daddy." heheh We still raz her about it to this day. Jed. :o)
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, May 05, 2004 - 6:13 am
Have I ever told you why I never smoke? This story is from when I was about 11 or so. Me and my cousin were running around doing typical kid things. Then one of us noticed a lite cigar. Well it was only the very end of one and it was one of those tiny small ones. We grabed it up and sat on my grandma's porch. We were sitting there pretending to smoke and acting cool. Well mamaw came out and saw us. She told us to sit right where we were and she went back in the house. When she came out of the house she had a cigar.... A real one. She made us smoke the entire thing. Atfirst I was puffing on the cigar and saying see this is no problem. I was puffing up my cheeks then blowing the smoke out of my mouth. Then she saw what I was doing and said WAIT! I was sitting there with my cheeks all puffed out full of smoke waiting. She told me to keep my mouth shut and breathe in hard so that my cheeks would sink in. I did and then I coughed for about two hours. Well ok, it was like ten seconds, but, it felt like two hours. :o) After we were done with the cigar I went home to... umm thow up. :o) I have no idea what happened to my cousin and looking back everything seems a bit fuzzy and dizzy. I Do remember that three days later, when I was able to hold down an entire meal. That I still felt weak and didn't want anything to do with smoking ever again. And to this day I never have. heheh Ok not a great story, but, I'm passing time till I have to goto a meeting so I'll likely post another story in a bit. :o) Jed. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Wednesday, May 05, 2004 - 6:40 am
Oh Jed...that was great! Not the smoking but maybe the way your Mum handled it so you'd never actually start. These stories kinda remind me of The Andy Griffith show...um...guess that makes ya Opie, kiddo. ;)
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, May 05, 2004 - 7:50 am
I don't know how my did it. My nephew, ya'll know him as badman, Used to come down to his grandparents house everyweekend when he was about 5 or 6. We had video games and he knew he could get one of his uncles to take him to the mall or somewhere. So he came down all the time. He wasn't just a video game bum heheh. He would help out with whatever me or one of my brothers were doing. Well my older brother was down for the weekend and gonna work on dad's car. And the sink's drain cause it was leaking under the house. And wouldn't ya know it badman just couldn't let his uncle do it alone. So he sat beside my brother the whole day while he was working on the car and sink. Then they walked into the house everything was fixed. Badman was talking to my mom and she said.. "Did ya fix it badman?" ...Badman said. "Yep, my did it, my don't know how my did it, but, my did it." heheh :o) ** side note** uhh badman is his screen name on the boards, but, it's really his nick name cause I used to pay him to be my body guard. :o) **end side note**
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, May 05, 2004 - 7:52 am
Thanks rupertbear heheh...Opie eh? I picture myself as more of a richie kinda guy... umm wait richie is opie isn't he? :o) Can I be the fonz?
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Bandit
Member
07-29-2001
| Wednesday, May 05, 2004 - 8:02 am
HA HA HA! These are so great. Jed, your smoking story reminds me of one that a co-worker told me. Her mom caught her smoking a cigarette when she was a teenager. So, she told her to sit in this closet in their house that they never used, and smoke an entire pack of cigarettes, and not come out til she was done. That would probably deter me, but not her. She kept smoking--up until her husband told her, either you quit or we don't get married. So, she quit. But she has been known to take a puff every now and then.
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Wednesday, May 05, 2004 - 8:11 am
Lol lol lol Sure Jed.... Even though you're sweet like Opie...you're definitely cool like the Fonz ;) So....ya got a leather jacket & a motorbike?
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, May 07, 2004 - 1:39 pm
Southern accent..... (P.S. I used to have a motorcycle) When I was a teenager I wanted to get rid of my accent. I kinda thought I would sound smarter if I didn't have my accent. So I worked on getting rid of it. Then while working with a crew of my friends we had to travel to northern ohio. We would stop every few hours to get something to eat or just stretch. We would take turns going into the stores. When my turn came we were way north in ohio, maybe even just past ohio? I walked into the store to get our stuff. At this point I had thought my accent was gone. Well it WAS gone, unles I was nervous. I walked in and there were four girls all about my age in the store. Two of the girls were standing talking to eachother at the checkout. The other two were messing with the coffee machine and talking. I looked around for a while and couldn't find any matches. So I had to walk up and interupt the two girls at the counter. I stepped up and said.."Ya'll got any matches?" Her eyes widened and she smiled. I could feel my face get a little red at that. Then she said say that again please? So I said. "Do ya'll got any matches, There ain't any over by the lighters." Next thing I knew all four girls were talking to me and asking me to say different things. I have a tendency to drag certian sounds out. They seemed to love that. When they pointed at something and asked me how to say it... and my response was "Mushmellon." They giggled and giggled. Then suddenly my boss walked in and said.. "What on earth (he was a bit more colorful in his choice of words) is taking you so long?" One of the girls stood up and said. "OH we're sorry we were listening to his cute little accent and couldn't let him go. he's not in any trouble is he?" Our snacks were free, so were the matches. And one of the girls introduced herself and asked if I was going to be in town a while. I said no we're passing through. After I got home my southern accent had suddenly returned. heheh :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Friday, May 07, 2004 - 2:20 pm
Lol lol lol. A very good friend of mine has a Southern accent, Jed. Or as he likes to say,"Nope, ya'll are the ones with the accent." It is THE sexiest thing to listen to. So, you were very smart to 'rediscover' yours. And the story reminds me of when we moved here from England. The kids used to corner me in the school yard and say, 'Say this...say that'. Even the teacher was smitten with the accent. I'd go up to her desk, to get something checked, next thing you know, she'd be asking me questions and the whole class would stop working to listen I know they meant no harm but at the time I felt like a freak show...lol.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, May 07, 2004 - 3:06 pm
heheh English accents are cool rupertbear. I like english accents, irish accents and scottish accents. Well ok I also like russian accents.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, May 07, 2004 - 3:07 pm
Not a true story, but, I had to post it... read it out loud. The pee little figs. Once upon a time there was pee little figs. One day the first of these pee little figs was walking down a road. And he saw a man widing a ragon. He said hey Mr. will you sell me that strode of law. I wanna hill me a bouse, I wanna build me a haw strouse. So he got the strode of law and he built him a haw strouse. Then along came the big wad bolf. The big wad bolf said hey pittle ig let me in. The pittle ig says Not by the chair of my henny hen hen. The wad bolf said I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll hoe your blouse down. So he huffed and he puffed and he hoed his blouse down. Then he ate up the pittle ig. The second of the pee little figs saw another man widing a ragon. And he said Hey Mr. will you sell me that stode of hicks. I wanna hill me a bouse. I wanna build me a hick stouse. So he built him a stouse out of hicks. Then along came the big wad bolf and he said hey pittle ig let me in. The pittle ig said not by the chair of my henny hen hen. The big wad bolf said alright I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll hoe your blouse down. And he huffed and he puffed and he hoed his blouse down. And he ate up the pittle ig. the third of the pee little figs saw a man widing a ragon. And he said Hey Mr. Will you sell me that broad of licks. I wanna hill me a bouse, I wanna build me a hick brouse. So he built him a bouse outta hicks. Then along came the big wad bolf and he said hey pittle ig let me in. The pittle ig said not by the chair of my henny hen hen. The wolf said I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll hoe your blouse down. He huffed and he puffed, but, he couldn't how his blowse down. He stuck his head up to the window and he said alright pittle ig. Your absolightly route I can't how your blouse down. Then the big wad bolf thought.... Ok I'll climb up on the roof and I'll chide down the slimney. So he climbed up and clhided down the sliney. But, the pittle ig was smart and went to the kitchen and got a big pot of boiling wot hotter. The big wad bolf hit the water, then the pittle ig went into the kitchen and got a big narp shife. He cut open the big wad bolf and got his two brothers out. And they had wolf stew for supper. :o) in honor of archie campbell. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Friday, May 07, 2004 - 4:37 pm
Aww, that's cute kiddo When my kids were little the couldn't understand my Dad's Irish accent...lol. Hey...the motor bike...it wasn't the mother of all hogs was it? A Harley? Triumphs are pretty cool, too. (p.s...lemme guess...the girlfriend is Russian?)
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Teachmichigan
Member
07-22-2001
| Friday, May 07, 2004 - 5:51 pm
One of my friends is Russian...and she subs in my Spanish classroom!(She's a Spanish major). The kids love it...after the first time, they said, "It was SOOO weird to hear Spanish with a Russian accent!" (she actually has more Russian accent w/ her English than w/ her Spanish). I agree, though...great accent!
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Monday, May 10, 2004 - 6:40 pm
My girlfriend isn't russian, but, I love hearing girls with russian accents. :o) Something about it that I can't really describe. There were some czeck girls working with us for a while. They had a very unique sounding accent, I loved it. :o)
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Monday, May 10, 2004 - 7:21 pm
The rocky rumor. :o) When I was in 8th grade my school caught on fire. It was kinda sad cause the school was so old and I knew it would be gone. But, during that year we went to the highschool and had our classes there in the gym. They had sectioned it all off so we had classes. Kinda strange, and the teachers were running around all the time. So we really didn't do much the end of our 8th grade year. Well I had a few buddies, but, one by the name of brian was a small little guy of about 4'10. :o) I was a tall 6'0. Well one day brain had someone picking on him. We had something we called a nerve hold. It was where you take your fingers and pinch someone's neck. Right above the shoulders that little muscle? Pinch it hard and it hurts alot. Well a boy about my size was doing that to brian. Brian was begging him to stop, but, he didn't. I was a very quiet kid, just wanted to have fun and get out of school fast. :o) I looked around the room and everyone was involved in thier own little thing. Brian was really the only one in that class that I hung out with. So I leaned over and grabbed the boy picking on my friend by the "nerve" and pinched hard. He kinda slid down in the seat to get away from me and made a face. Next thing I knew this LOUD partition that was our history class was suddenly quiet. The boy (phillip) Stood up and acted like he was gonna do something to me. I jumped up and told him to sit back down. A friend of mine Roy, in a class next to ours saw us standing up. Roy's teacher was out of the area as well. Roy ran up to us and said are you two gonna fight? Phillip who was a lil taller then me swallowed hard and said yeah. So Roy went about setting up the fight... by the end of the day (just before last class) we met in a stairwell next to the gym stage. One of my other friends got my attention and I turned to look at him. Phillip took the oppertunity to hit me, one solid punch to the side of my head. I remember it felt like someone pushed my head a little.I turned and looked at Phillip and smiled at him. He put both of his elbows against his stomach and spread his hands out as if he was doing a finishing step in a really weird broadway dance. heheh Still makes me laugh to think about it. I knew he was trying to block his stomach. But, after seeing his reaction to my smile I knew he was afraid of me. I kinda grabbed him then asked him if he really still wanted to fight me? He played the tough guy and didn't back down. But, I really couldn't bring myself to hit him. He hit me once more in the stomach, and it really didn't feel like anything more then a touch. I faked a punch towards his stomach and he flinched really hard. I kinda laughed and said I was gonna get a drink and goto class. He followed me and when we walked into class everyone started calling me rocky. For the rest of that year and the first year of high school... There was a big rumor that I was to be avoided because I could fight really well. My nick name for the rest of 8th grade was rock, or rocky. I remember two boys comming up to me at the end of my 9th grade year. They came to me to talk about the time in 8th grade that I put three guys in the hospitial. It was a great story and I sounded really heroic. But, umm I never even hit the ONE guy that I was in the fight with. I shot down the legend of "Rocky" and the next year I faded back into obscurity. :o) jed. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Monday, May 10, 2004 - 7:29 pm
Bravo!!!! Loved it! Man, you can tell a story so well and the fact you didn't actually hit any one. Well, you're back out of obscurity now because you're a heck of a storyteller, mister.
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Babyruth
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07-19-2001
| Monday, May 10, 2004 - 7:30 pm
Very cool story, Jed. 
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Faerygdds
Member
08-29-2000
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 7:19 am
OK... I have 2 that sort of go together... Many years ago (1962), my great Aunt went to work and was raped an murdered. She left behind 4 children ranging in age from 14 years to 10 months old. At her funeral the 10 month old kept focusing just to the left of the casket. When the priest finished the service and "sent her on her way home" to heaven, baby Joey starting slowing looking from the left of the casket up towards the ceiling of the church. A few seconds later he raised his little hand, waved, and said, "Bye Bye Mama!" EVERYONE was in shock! Just last week.... I was at my Grandmother's Rosary service. After the service one of my nieces (age 7) came up to me and said, "I want to go over there." She points to indicate the Family area continuing, "but I'm scared." I asked her if she wanted me to go with her and she nodded. We walked over to the family area and she tells me that she saw someone over there. I figured she had since at one time during the service all of the grandchildren were standing in that general area. Playing along I said, "Who did you see?" her reply was, "Tia Marge" and then she pointed to where she had seen her.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 8:33 am
Cool stories faery. :o)
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 8:44 am
Ok Faery reminded me of a few stories. We need more people in here telling stories heheh. :o) This story is kinda creepy to me because it was told to me by my mom. I'm confident that my mom has never lied to me about anything like this so here goes. :o) One of my relatives passed away several years ago I think around 1980. Anyway there was a tradionaly large funeral, lots of family and friends there. One of the people there was an aunt of mine. My mom was talking to her then suddenly they noticed a woman dressed in black standing behind a tombstone. The woman was noticed by several people and she was looking at aunt hazel all the time. She was looking right at my aunt for a while and she was trying not to look back. My mom started talking to one of her sisters (The aunt in question was on my dad's side, not my mom's). She turned back to aunt hazel and saw that she was white as a sheet. She asked what was wrong and if she was ok. Hazel said "that woman held up one finger and then walked behind that tree and now I don't think she's there." My mom and Hazel were both to shaken by this to go check. But, one year later to the day my aunt Hazel passed away.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 10:31 am
You know you have stories people some get in here and tell em. :o)
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Kaykay
Member
01-21-2004
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 11:17 am
Ok, ok - Now, I don't want anyone to think I'm crazy (ok - REALLY crazy) but when my now DH and myself lived in our 1st apartment we worked differnt hours so I always when to bed before he got home. Like clock work - as soon I got into bed and turned off the lights, there would be a faint shadow by the door of a young girl in a long flowing dress. I always felt "safe "when she was there. She never came when my dh was there - only to keep me safe without him. We then moved to a new place and the first night I went to sleep there was a MEAN, NASTY, hooded man that would would "chase me" in my dreams. I used to scream - OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD and sometimes I would even jump out bed or on to DH. My DH thought I was losing my mind (so did I to tell you the truth). This went on for about 1 yr (talk about nightmares!!) Finally, I was talking to my landlord one day and asked about then tennets before us. After some chat he said they moved because she was attack at night but the guy was caught. She didn't feel safe anymore. I asked what the guy looked like and he said I'm not sure but he wore a hooded jacket. I asked where he was now - we was killed in prison. BIZZARE!! We then moved to a BRAND new home and I have been sleeping peacefully and ghostless for 6 years <runs fron thread hoping no one thinks I've lost it...>
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 11:45 am
cool kaykay... I don't think your crazy. most people have stories like that. We don't tell them because we have ourselves dismissed them. So why would we expect anyone else to do anything differently? I've dismissed most of my stories like that, but, I'm open minded about listening. :o)
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