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Kaykay
Member
01-21-2004
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 11:56 am
Thanks, It's hard for me to dismiss it when both occurances are still SO VIVID in my mind. I could tell you what color they were wearing and a can remember the horrid smell of his breath in my face!!! I will always check the history of a home before i move into it.
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Faerygdds
Member
08-29-2000
| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 1:02 pm
Jed... you gave me chills... I have a similar one Kay Kay... After I got divorced I moved in with my now husband (he was a good friend back then -- long story and *I'M* not the bad person lol). Either way... we were living in his apartment and every time I was in the bathroom I would get this really anxious/depressed feeling that I couldn't explain. I started getting really paranoid and kept having these horrible dreams about my fighting with my now husband and his walking out on me. It almost RUINED my relationship! At one point we were both working nights 7 pm - 7 am and were walking up to our apartment when our downstairs neighbor approached us and asked us to please stop stomping on our floor at night as it was waking up their little one. We were both hot and wanted a shower and food after a 12 hour shift in a cleanroom suit, so we told her we'd keep it down and went upstairs. We started talking about it and decided to go downstairs later and discuss the matter as it was currently our "weekend". We waited until after her dinnertime (8 pm) and walked downstairs and had a nice chat. While we were discussing the stomping, and the incessant running of the dishwasher at all hours of the night we we heard it. A loud crash in the bathroom followed by running HEAVY footsteps towards the living room. Our neighbor looks at us with great satisfaction and says, "Who is that?" I looked at my now dh and said, "Did that come from OUR apartment?" He nodded. She asked the question again and I looked at her and said, "Nobody!" We all sat there stunned for a good 5 seconds or so and I asked her if anything else "odd" had happened in her apartment or in ours. She said she had a mysterious bleach spot that appeared and vanished sporatically and every now and again she said she could hear dripping in the bathroom as if my tub were overflowing. She showed the bleach spot was and a few days later came banging on my door when it had again vanished. I was stunned! We had decided to move long before all this happened and had to give notice to the office after we found a little place up in the mountains. When we were giving our notice I asked the manager how long she had worked at the complex. She told me that she worked there for 9 years, but lived there for 15. (I hadn't realized they were even that old lol) She also off-handedly commented that we were the longest tenants in that unit for a long time. I asked her if she could recall anything strange happening in our building. She asked why... my dh nudged me and gave me a stern, "She'll think we're nuts" look and I blurted, "I think it's haunted and I think she can't move on!" My husband put his head in his hands while the manager suddenly went pale. Apparently she believed in ghosts. She then said something to the affect of "it doesn't matter now if I tell you since you are leaving..." She then told us the story of a woman who used to reside in our apartment. She was in her mid 20's and in a very bad relationship, but apparently she loved the guy. One night she was either going to or coming back from doing the laundry (no one knows which) when she was struck by this guy and the basket of clothes (with the gallon bleach bottle in it) fell out of her hands and onto the floor where it soaked or ate through to the unit below... leaving a very distinct bleach stain in the downstairs carpet... carpeting and padding that had been replaced several times since! She ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. Neighbors later told police that her bf left for a while. They reported her sobbing and breaking things in the bathroom and a while later they saw him come back. A neighbor said that he had just closed the door when they heard a gunshot. He went to the bathroom, saw what she had done and then ran down the hall towards the living room to call the police. She wasn't dead at that point though... she had only grazed her head which was still bleeding a lot. The neighbors heard 2 more gunshots several minutes apart. One was her killing her bf in the living room. The second was her blowing her head off while looking at herself in the mirror. She bled out pretty badly and according to the manager it leaked in one of the corners and drips right into the neighbors bathtub... I was pretty well freaked out by the whole story -- or at least I THOUGHT I was... until I went to the library and looked up old newspaper articles around the time she remembered it happening. And found the story... THEN I was REALLY FREAKED OUT! sorry it's so long, but I have to tell that one in detail... 
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Tuesday, May 25, 2004 - 4:45 am
Good story faerygdds. :o) One day my dad, brother, and me were out target practicing. :o) Well we started exploring the woods a little bit cause, well we were getting bored. :o) Anyway after we were out for a while we sat down to rest. My dad was telling us that it was a really bad area for copper heads (a local/common snake). I was young enough to lay down anywhere and not care where I was laying. :o) So I laid down near a pile of rocks. My dad and brother were on the other side of the rocks.Dad walked around the rocks, not knowing where I was and went down hill. I had closed my eyes and relaxed. My brother stood up and started around the rocks to see where dad and I were. About the time he cleared the corner and could see dad (this is from my brothers point of view). Dad slipped and dropped his pistol.... It went off and the single bullet bounced off a rock on the pile. My older brother had a good view of the whole thing and was looking at me..he was pale as a ghost. I didn't really get what was going on. But, about that time I noticed my hair was wet. I felt of my hair and looked at my fingers. They were red... blood red. I HAD BEEN SHOT...Ok I felt of my head again and nope I wasn't shot. My brother still stood there and had a really weird look on his face. He pointed to where I was laying down and said "behind you". I turned and looked there was a headless copperhead that had been slithering it's way down to my forehead. The bullet hit about eight or nine inches above my head. The copper head had crawled out from between two rocks and was going down to my face. Jed. :o)
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 3:39 am
Ya know what? I've told quite a few of my stories on here.. In this thread or others like it. So I'm not really sure if I have any left or not... hmmm... I'm sure I told about the moonshine sthil and the fbi.... hmmm... the snake that I accidentally grabed I know I've had to have told. And thinking back to nimtu's posting of that terrible pic in my folder. I deffinitely told about my ronald mc donald dream. EGAD!! hehe :o) I'm sure I haven't told about some of the stories I have about reoccuring dreams, but, I'm not gonna tell those hehe. :o) I might have told the one about my dog feeding her first batch of puppies..? Uhh did I tell the one about the house full of girls... ummm... no and don't know if I ever will. :o) Well For now I think I'm all outta stories. Well ok not really even close, but, I'm gonna slow down a bit. :o) Jed. :o)
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Buggles
Member
09-07-2002
| Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 7:52 am
Wow... Faerygdds you should check out the movie 'What Lies Beneath' if you haven't seen it (Harrison Ford & Michelle Pfeiffer)!
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Urgrace
Member
08-19-2000
| Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 11:36 am
We had fairly new neighbors who moved in across the street from our house. They had two little girls and another one was born a couple months later. Now when the third little girl was about four months old, the mom came outside and was checking her mailbox next to the curb. I was in my yard trimming the hedges. We didn't know each other very well, because I was working full time and we didn't run into each other much. We both waved hello and walked into the street to talk. After a couple minutes of chatting, I blurted out, "Are you going to have another baby?" Now this startled me, because I am not the kind of person who normally says things like that, especially to someone I don't even know! I had no idea why I said this. It was as though someone else had. Not me! She laughed and said no, she was still chubby from having her four month old. I was so embarassed and apologized for my blunder and told her that I didn't know why I had said that to her. Two weeks later she phoned me confirming that she was indeed pregnant, and asked how did I know since even she didn't know then. I said I didn't know either, but she was going to have another girl. She, of course,said she hoped it would be a little boy. That afternoon I went out and bought a baby gift. She called me the day she got home from the hospital asking me if I knew she had the baby. No, I had not heard. I asked her if I could come over right then, and she said yes. I picked up the gift, already wrapped months before, and headed across the street. I presented my gift, the frilliest pink little girl thing I could find, and got to hold her new baby girl.
Grace
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Carrie92
Member
09-15-2003
| Monday, May 31, 2004 - 6:50 am
Jed, you are our very own Garrison Keillor! I want a signed first-edition copy of your first book, when you get around to writing it! Hey, since you're slowing down on the stories, you should start your book! 
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Monday, May 31, 2004 - 2:17 pm
heheh Thanks Carrie. :o) Umm I actually wrote a book once. Well ok it was a comic book and it never went anywhere, but, it was fun. :o) They even let me do some of the art. :o)
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, June 02, 2004 - 5:44 pm
Ok I'm back, recent story. Ok this story isn't very good, but, I'm really excited about it. Over the holiday weekend there were reports that a storm was comming through kentucky. And that it was heading our way. I'm not a storm chaser, but, I do enjoy seeing a big storm sometimes. The local news channel was showing live reports. There were tornado spottings and everything. Well I've never seen a tornado much less a tornado in kentucky. My brothers and I had gotten together to watch the storm. I kept telling them it'd be really cool to see a tornado... not really touching the ground but working it's way down. I pointed up towards the sky to the southeast and said. Yeah we could have a funnel cloud develop right about there. That way we could watch it comming down to the ground then it can go away. Well it was raining really hard and the lightening was bad. Semmed like there was a lightening flash ever five or six seconds for a while there. Then my older brother turned around and pointed up to that same spot I was talking about. He said you got your funnel cloud. I looked up and there it was!! A funnel cloud was twisting and turning it's way down to the ground. It was dark and you couldn't see it very well at first. But, after it got lower you could see the little jagged peices of could spinning. WOOHOO!! heheh Lightening would flash and the funnel cloud would really stand out. The clouds were a little lighter then the dark grey clouds in the rest of the sky. It was a pretty awesome thing to see. Kinda like seeing a ghost or something that you don't know how to explain. :o) Ok I know this isn't a great story, but, I was really excited to see my first real funnel cloud!! And we thought it was only gonna be heavy rain and lightening. :o) WOOHOO!!
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 5:07 pm
Ok I know war stories are fun to some people. But, I was never in a war. So here's my spoof on my own thread. It's a story about a war, a paintball war!! :o) 02/02/03.... It was a cold day, and my troop had just settled in place. There was thought of a sniper in the enemy camps, but, I assured them there was nothing to fear. We knew ammo would become unstable in a short time so we had no time to rest. I gave the order to move... flanking formation.. A few clicks west of our starting position we heard something moving in the distance. My grenadire noticed something. It was a black shape in the trees... enemy forces. I signaled for him to flank off to the left. I was going in to draw the fire. I heard shots to the north my second in command was in trouble. By this time it was too late for me to help him I was soon taking fire myself. My grenadire fired a shot, but, he was in a bad position. POP! he was out. My targets attention had been diverted by my grenadire. I moved in fast to take the oppertunity.... again a noise to the north... AMBUSH!! Then to the south.... I could hear fast steps to the north I was surrounded by enemy forces. I tried to duck and cover while providing myself with a little supressive fire. The two from the north were aproaching fast! I managed to squeeze off a round and take out the enemy to the west. Suddenly I heard a missfire from the south... his gun jammed! I moved in hard and fast.... firing sparingly for fear of the cold making my weapon jam as well. A hit!! I took him out. I felt a sudden pain in my leg.... I had been HIT!!.... A quick check confirmed that it was nonlethal (the ball didn't bust). :o) I had to take a chance, there was no time to plan anything out. My grenadire was close... I moved in and took up his weapon. Like a man possessed by rage, I ran up the hill facing two heavily armed hostiles. A gun in each hand I was firing fast and furious. I knew this was it.... out of what seemed to be suprise, or shock, or whatever my first target ducked... I aimed both weapons in his direction. I was sure he couldn't recover from his dive to cover in time to shoot back. That was a mistake... his cover man stood up and unloaded on me... I remember each shot as it pelted me and covered my chest in welts. Defeated, I laid there on the ground and thought... OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! heheh can ya tell I'm bored. :o) Jed. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 5:18 pm
Oh man...you certainly have a gift. Maybe you kissed the Blarney Stone in a former incarnation! lol 
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 5:27 pm
Devil bugs!! :o) Ok not that the last story wasn't true cause it kinda was. :o) Here's a story. :o) I love fishing and usually go with both of my brothers and my cousin. Sometimes my nephew joins us... sometimes it's the whole "jed" clan. :o) This particular time it was my cousin, my brothers, and me. :o) We went to this old church that no one goes to anymore so it's pretty run down around that area. Behind the church there's an old dirt road and a pull off spot that leads down to a really big rock. We would sit on the rock and fish from it. the river always had lots of catfish so night fishing was always good there. :o) Well one night we were there fishing and our lantern went dead. I felt something brush by my ear... then again by my arm. My brothers were noticing something fling by them as well. It got worse and worse and worse. I started thinking BATS!!! EGAD MAN!! :o) hehe umm not bats. We got the lantern up and running again and then we saw a big bug. It seemed to have atleast four wings. Well one landed next to me. The strangest thing I've ever seen. It looked like a giant ant... well it's body did anyway. It was lite brown and was about six inches long. It had three sets of wings two that were together like a termite. And another set lower down on it's body. The second set didn't seem to move untill it got close to us or close to landing. It also had two really large bright red glowing eyes. I know it was being reflected from the light provided by the lantern, but, it was freaky looking. :o) It's head was a little bigger then it should have been.... and it had two long pinchers extending forward from it's head. When we got to looking at it a little more it had a second set of pinchers and a third set of really small pinchers. There seemed to be some kinda stinger on it's tail. I went up to the car and got a flashlight... there were litterally thousands of these things flying all around us. We packed up and went home cause there were soo many of those bugs and they kept getting closer and closer to us. At the car there was a large flat rock in the road one of the bugs landed on that rock. My older brother stomped the bug. After he moved his foot there was nothing there no "bug juice" no nothing, but, a wing only one wing. It made a really loud pop sound when he stepped on it. After we got home there were a few of the bugs on top of my car. My older brother again stomped on one. This time however, he made sure to step slowly and softly to kill the bug. Again there was a really loud pop and nothing was left not even a wing. We called them devil bugs cause they looked evil. :o) this was the only year we saw those bugs and we've always lived in this area. I haven't seen one of those things after that year and we can't find any information on them anywhere. :o) Strange eh? :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 5:35 pm
Okay Jedster, what all were you guys smokin' that night, huh? rofl ;)
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 5:44 pm
heheh no smoking for me Rupertbear. :o) I've never even drank a beer. :o) Well ok I DID smoke a cigar once, but, that was cause my mamaw made me cause I was pretending to smoke. :o) YUCK!! My only vice is .... dew points. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 6:03 pm
Yeppers, I remember the smoking story...lol. Hey, good for you Jed...I admire someone who doesn't feel the need to drink or smoke or smoke up or whatever, to find fun in life.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 6:07 pm
hehe thanks. :o) the augmentation my life needs is my friends and I have that. Oh and money. And girls... and uhh games. Ok scratch the girls part I have a g/f and she'd kill me if I had more girls augmenting anything. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 6:14 pm
Rofl....you are killing me here...you know...you should try being a stand up comic...you have that funny 'patter' going...which is hilarious.
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Babyruth
Member
07-19-2001
| Friday, June 04, 2004 - 8:13 pm
RB is right, Jed...you have a gift for storytelling. 
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Thursday, June 10, 2004 - 2:43 pm
Thank you both. heheh :o) Did I ever tell you how old my dad is? He's 80 turns 81 this year. At 80 he still drives, still works on cars, still builds things, still works on televisions, heh still lies to girls thinking he's a player. :o) But, when I was in my early 20's dad was still a genseing hunter. So was I, but, not like dad was. Well if you've ever been genseing hunting you know it's a long hard day of walking up hill. Through every kinda of stinging, scratching, cutting plant in the woods. Not to mention the only time you get to sit down your digging up a plant. I remember how hard it was to keep up with dad. I was in good shape and could out do anyone my age in the woods because I kinda grew up running around after dad while he was genseing hunting. But, even when I was dead tired and couldn't move another step dad pressed on. I remember me and two of my friends (one a highschool track star) had gone far as we could. Each of us gave out at different times so we were spread out a little. As each of us pooped out we'd sit down. The rest of us would go up hill. After a short rest we'd catch up with whoever was next to give out. :o) I remember all three of us sitting down watching dad dissapear up the hill. We wondered how much longer till he came back down wore out. After about twenty minutes we had some energy so we went up hill after dad. We made good pace, but, it didn't seem to matter we never saw dad. It didn't take too long before I started to worry alot. Dad was a 72 year old man at the time. A 22 year old, a 21 year old and a 25 year old all gave out. So how much further could an old man go. We got ready for the worst and we split up far enough apart to still see eachother. The plan was if one of us saw dad he'd yell and the other two would help carry him to the car. After an hour of moving as fast as we could we were at the bottom of the other side of the hill. Again we were spent and needed a break. Chris was the first to sit down. Chris was pretty small and though he was fast he wasn't very strong at all. Mike insisted that he would keep going. He was white as a sheet, but, moved on fast enough. Next thing I know I hear a thud. Mike passed out halfway up the hill infront of us. I made my way to Mike and about the time I got there I saw dad comming back down the hill. A big smile on his face he had a sack full of genseing. Dad made his way down to us and picked Mike up. I grabbed onto Mike to help dad. My dad kinda giggled and tossed Mike on his shoulder. Then dad goes on down the hill to where Chris is and says "come on boys your friend is sick so keep up." We walked up that monster of a hill and back down the otherside. Then through the field to the car. After we got back home Mike had woken up. And we were all tired and went our seperate ways. I remember laying down for a nap and seeing dad walking out to the car dressed for work. Then off to work he went. heh As exaggerated as this story seems, every word is true. :o) Jed.
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Thursday, June 10, 2004 - 2:57 pm
Wowzers, that's too much, kiddo! Hey...you ever seen One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest? Well, it's my all time favourite movie Jed....and the end of the movie, when the Chief goes into the washroom, and pulls that enormous marble slab out of the floor, hoists it on his shoulder carrying it through to their dorm, then throws it through the window....that and the most beautiful Native American music...very plaintive and sad...well, it gets me every single time I have watched that movie (which is about twelve times) and I cry my eyes out. Long way to go to say this Jed but your Dad reminds me of the Chief. He is a Big Man...and can do anything! Btw...I have a very small collection of things Native American because I think they are so very beautiful and a tape of N.A. Indians from Alberta paying the drums....wow, do I love that tape! 
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Serate
Member
08-21-2001
| Friday, June 11, 2004 - 9:50 pm
On the day of my mom's funeral I woke up singing in my head "I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart, down in my heart, down in my heart, I've got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart, down in my heart to stay". I felt confused because that line kept going through my head over and over - how was I feeling joy when I was burying my mommy? I just could not get that song out of my head. The minister - who I had met only the day before and who didn't know my mom - started speaking from the book of Job. He started out by saying that my last words to him the day before were that I wanted everybody to know that my mom's battle was over and she left this world peacefully. Then he spoke the words from Job - "the peace that passes understanding". For those of you who don't know the 2nd verse to the song running through my head that morning it goes like this: "I've got the peace that passes understanding down in my heart...."
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Saturday, June 12, 2004 - 8:38 am
What a sweet story, Serate. (((hugs)))
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, June 30, 2004 - 12:22 pm
What no stories? Well ok, I'll tell one then. :o) You can't punish the child. :o) When I was in 6th grade I was VERY very shy. I had alot of friends, but, in P.E. class I was content to sit and talk to my buddies or read a book. It was just my thing at the time. At home you could't tie me to a chair and keep me still. But, at school I was almost "professional" acting heheh :o) No play time no shouting or running in the halls. Just a quiet well behaived student. However, I was always armed with my attitude. :o) My 6th grade teacher had a grandson. And he just happened to be my age and in class with me. So no one liked him. :o) I got along with him just fine, but, he didn't like me at all for some reason? Now I wasn't destined for harvard, but, I knew that 6x4=24. I hated school cause well it was boring. :o) I didn't feel the "need" to do homework. Nor did I feel the need to worry about it. heheh I knew that testing made up 50% of the grade and homework made up 50%. So all I needed to do was 2 out of every 5 pages of homework to get a 70% and pass. I would do 5 out of five sometimes. But, most times it was 2 outta 5. :o) Well that didn't sit well at all with Mrs McGuire. She decided to paddle me. At the time I was bigger then her so she gave up on that idea. She got irritated with me one day and kinda lost it in class. She called me up to do a math problem. I did it and ofcourse it was correct. She sat there and had the most puzzled look on her face I believe I've ever seen. Kinda makes me giggle when I think about it. She stopped me before I could return to my seat. And asked how I knew how to do the problem when the "star" students didn't know how? I said cause it's an easy problem. :o) I guess that combined with my lack of homework pushed her to the limit? She asked who my friends were and who were my friends outside of school? Valerie, Elbert, Chris, Jerry, er (another Jerry), Wiliam, and Hope all raised thier hands. She asked if they saw me play at home. They all said yeah he's always running around doing silly stuff like the rest of us. She then gave a speach that went something like this.... "I don't understand this your a smart kid... isn't he smart everyone? Why don't you do your homework? I know you can do it. Are you not doing it cause your lazy? Is this stuff too easy for you? Are you better then the rest of the class? I don't understand this at all. I've been a teacher for 38 years and I've never seen a child like you. He comes into school and he sits there never causes any trouble so I can't really paddle him. He sits down at P.E. so I can't make him sit out P.E. for punishment. You can't punish the child!! You can't Punish the child! Nothing I ever do will change how you are. There is no way I can find to punish you. I tell you that you have to sit out at P.E. and your already there reading. Does anyone know what I can do here. You just can't punish the child. He does what he wants when he wants and you can't punish the child." heheh Needless to say I never got a word in during the whole speech. Then she had one of those umm Epifiny things (no idea how ya spell that) She stood up and said " I KNOW!!!!! Today you HAVE to play during P.E." She called recess right after that and said come on everyone we're gonna MAKE him play. :o) I know this seems really silly, but, I promise it's all true. We went out and played flying dutchman. And then duck duck goose... er same game? Well there were two girls that she had picked out as my "guards" Hope, and Trinia. Hope was a girls basketball player and sought after by most of the guys in class. And Trinia... well she was very vain very pretty, but, very vain about it. So during flying dutchman she got hope to stand on my left and hold my hand. And yep you guessed it Trinia on my right. Well after a few days of this. She got the idea that "girls" were the way to get me to play. So she introduced Dana into our lil play group. Basketball, tag, flying dutchman, whatever it was. It was always Hope on my left and Trinia on my right and Dana somewhere around me. :o) After that she always thought she really taught me a lesson. Well yeah she did.... flying dutchman is FUN!! :o) Jed
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Wednesday, June 30, 2004 - 3:07 pm
Creek bank snapping ninja turtle. :o) Another fishing story. :o) When I was really young my brother and dad took me fishing. It was a really weird place they called it board rock.? You had to drive off the highway and down a really really steep bumpy dirt road. Then across a field. And you had to open a barbed wire fence then drive maybe another 30 yards and walk down a steep rock. There was a long black rock at the bottom of the rock we had to walk down. It was wide enough for about six people to sit on and fish from. We went there alot over the years. Well one day we were there both of my brothers, my dad and me. Well my older brother caught a turtle. A big mean snapping turtle. Well he was trying to cut the line from it's mouth. And it snapped at him. He flinched really hard and kinda tossed the knife at the turtle's head. The knife hit the rock. Well the turtle picked the knife up in his mouth. Then it flipped it's head upwards and the knife went flying towards my brother. In mid air the knife cuts the line and the knife hits my brothers shin... It sticks a little and while he's pulling it out and checking the sore.. The turtle is swimming away. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Wednesday, June 30, 2004 - 4:14 pm
You always light up our lives with your great stories, Jed ((hug)).
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