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Cindori
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07-25-2003

Monday, August 16, 2004 - 3:19 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Beautiful, Annie. Gave me goosebumps. {{Annie and partner}}

Jed245
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11-01-2002

Tuesday, August 17, 2004 - 1:51 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Wonderful story Annieb. :o)


Welcome to TVCH and I'm glad you picked one of my threads to make your first post in.:o)

Babyruth
Member

07-19-2001

Tuesday, August 17, 2004 - 2:48 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Sweet story, Annieb. Thanks for sharing it. Will look at your blogsite tonite, too.

Hi,Jed!

Lostintheglades
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07-10-2000

Thursday, August 19, 2004 - 9:58 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
(((Annie and partner))) What a great story.

Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Tuesday, October 19, 2004 - 5:57 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I'm loving this thread! I wasted over an hour of my employer's time this afternoon, reading them all!! Thanks, guys.

I've got two, one that happened to me, and one that happened to mom:

I live and work downtown Vancouver, so I walk in to the office every day, usually with my MP3 to drown out the morning traffic sounds. I generally trust the drivers and the traffic signals enough that I pay attention to the lights, not to the traffic. I came to an intersection that is usually not so busy -- a residential street, lined with parked cars, meets a busy street. I had the "WALK" signal and proceeded into the intersection to cross the street. Right as I stepped out onto the road, the batteries cut out on my MP3 player. And right at that exact moment, I heard from behind me, "OH MY GOD WATCH OUT!!!" I took half a step back just in time for the car to whiz past me through the red light and turn onto the intersecting road. I had not seen it coming because of the parked cars lining the street, and if not for my batteries dying, I would not have heard the pedestrian behind me warning me, and I would have for sure been hit.

And my moms... this still gives me shivers. About ten years ago, my mom had a mental breakdown. She was diagnosed with MPD (multiple personalities) and severe dissociation, as well as depression. She was hospitalized many times, given appointments with shrinks, and given prescriptions for meds to calm the psychosis. But she wanted nothing to do with it. Crazy as she obviously was, she did not want to admit that she needed the doctors or the meds. Of course, this became a circle -- the longer Mom refused treatment, the worse her condition became.

Well, one night I was out with my b/f at the time, and I recieved a call from the police, telling me they'd found her drunk and delerious in the park, they were bringing her home, and could I please be there meet them and keep her safe. I got her inside and cleaned up and tucked her into bed, the whole time she's cursing the cops who brought her home, the doctors for trying to help her, and me for trying to give her some Atavan to help her sleep. I eventually got her calmed down and went to bed myself.

The next morning, I woke up to find Mom at the kitchen table, looking like the Mom I remembered before she was diagnosed. She had her coffee in one hand and her meds on the table in front of her, and told me that she had decided to give them (and the doctors) a chance. I asked her what had changed her mind, and she said, "Doug came to visit me last night."

Uncle Doug is her brother, who died about 20 years before this incident. She said that he came into her bedroom after I tucked her in, sat down on the bed with her, stroked her hair and told her she had to be strong and trust the people who were trying to help her. I looked at her kind of skeptically -- she had been drinking the previous night -- but she looked genuine. And then she said, "And I woke up with this covering me," and held up Doug's baby blanket, that had been locked up in a safe in the basement of our house since the day he died. Mom's mental health is much better now, and that blanket has not left her bed since that day.

Jed245
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11-01-2002

Wednesday, October 20, 2004 - 2:34 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Cool Stories Karen, heh I almost forgot about this thread. I'm kinda out of stories for now.

But, I'll be back with more in time. I'm thinking about publishing a book called Hillbilly mythology (ya think there's a markett for it?) heheh :o)

Jed. :o)

Escapee
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06-15-2004

Wednesday, October 20, 2004 - 4:01 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
If you do jed, I'll have some input for ya.

Escapee
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06-15-2004

Wednesday, October 20, 2004 - 4:03 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
True Story

My mom had a bigfoot encounter last month.

Pamy
Member

01-02-2002

Wednesday, October 20, 2004 - 4:10 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
LOL tell us , tell us!!!!!

Skootz
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07-23-2003

Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 3:40 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Wow Karen..that was a shivery story about your mom with a great ending :-)

Vee
Member

02-23-2004

Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 7:11 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
That was a great story, Karen. I love those kinds of stories because I believe that there is a higher order at work in this world. My parents tell this story, which seems to suggest the same.

They were traveling south on Interstate 95 somewhere between Bangor and Augusta, Maine on a cold, wintery night. There was very little traffic and they were eager to get home after their travels up Mak1's way. I imagine that my father was cruising along at a pretty good clip.

Suddenly, they saw a flock of sheep in the road ahead. My mother yelled at my dad. He said, "I see them, hon." He had just enough time to slow way down before hitting a huge patch of unsalted, unsanded ice. There were no sheep anywhere to be seen!

My parents have pondered this many times as have I. I have always been grateful that they were both seeing things that night.

Escapee
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06-15-2004

Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 1:15 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
First of all does anyone believe that big foot exsists?

Escapee
Member

06-15-2004

Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 1:28 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Oh, and about the sheep, whoa. That's a trip.

Ok aside from the bigfoot thing, I'll get to that. I will tell a story about something that happened to my mom that is a long the lines of the stories by karen and vee

My mom was traveling down the highway, near Tahoe, CA. Keep in mind that we are horse people as I tell you this. As she was driving, she noticed a pickup truck stopped along the side of the road with a horse trailer/stock trailer behind it. There was a man changing a tire on the trailer, and my mom noticed as she drove past a horse with a saddle on it inside. So she figured she'd better turn around and see if the man needed any help, maybe a cell phone, or someone to hold his horse while he changed the tire. As she pulled over and got out to help, her and the man noticed smoke pouring out from underneath the trailer. Apparently, the tire that had blown had gotten wrapped around something underneath the trailer and started a fire that was growing rapidly. My mom ran to her truck and grabbed the fire extinguisher that she kept in the back seat. Within seconds the fire was out. My mom opened the back of the trailer to check on the horse with a saddle, but what she saw was not a horse. It was a load of calves, babies! My mom was shocked. She turned to the man, who was extremly greatful, and said "I swear I saw a horse with a saddle on it when I drove by."
The man told her that all he had was calves. Mom said to him "if I hadn't seen the horse, I would have never stopped." With that, she got in her truck and drove off.

Everytime we pass that spot, she tells that story.

BTW, my mom has the most amazing adventures. I should get her to post here.

Pamy
Member

01-02-2002

Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 1:54 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Very cool story!!!!

Vee
Member

02-23-2004

Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 3:37 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Yup, very cool! Escapee, you keep mentioning this bigfoot thing...what would you like to tell us? I'd like to consider myself open to the possibilities, but somewhat skeptical.

Escapee
Member

06-15-2004

Friday, October 22, 2004 - 1:28 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
To those who are skeptics. Sasquatch is very real. In fact the creature is a federally protected species. There is a whole government agency assigned to the protection thereof. The most frequently asked question is this: "Why hasn't the government released a statement regarding the species?"
The answer is the only way to protect it is to not go public. The government doesn't want every bubba with a shotgun and a 4 wheel drive out there hunting for the kill of a lifetime. I am sure it would be some taxidermist's dream come true.

The sightings and reports, which are confirmed, are as far north as southern Alaska. There has never been any reports of sightings north of there. Of course, there aren't many folks north of there. There has been sightings all over the world, and in almost every state, never any reports in Hawaii. That makes sense. The funny thing: the more north they are, the lighter their hair is. Maybe sasquatch and the abomidable snow man (sp) are the same thing! They are anywhere from 9-16 feet tall depending on location, their fur is tan, silvery, or brown. They have a distinctive smell, and are very intellegent creaturs. They live near waterways and heavily wooded, unpopulated areas. Scientist have yet to confirm wheather or not they are ape, bear, human, etc. They may be none of them, a completely separate species.
You can visit the this site: http://www.bfro.com and it can give you more info on sightings and reports.

I am a believer!

Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Friday, October 22, 2004 - 1:40 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Escapee, your link took me to an "Everything I Ever Wanted To Know About The Bible" site... ? I thought I was looking for a bigfoot.

Escapee
Member

06-15-2004

Friday, October 22, 2004 - 4:13 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
My bad here is the correct address

http://www.bfro.net

Jed245
Member

11-01-2002

Thursday, October 28, 2004 - 12:59 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Hello everyone! Story time. :o)

Did I ever tell you how I got to be called kung fu master for about a year in school?

I used to believe heavily in meditation. I would sit on a cold rock or under a shaded tree and just relax.

Well anyway not to sound freaky, but, uhhh I really got into different cultures and such when I was very young. I found out alot of things around the time of my early early teens.

So I would meditate like the old martial artists from books and films I was familiar with. Sometimes I would sneak up into the woods and draw a landscape scene after a lil meditation. I usually carried a stick to help walk with (being a kid I didn't need it, but, it seemed like it made me look wiser) heheh ahhh a childs mentality. :o)
Well one day I decided that I'd sneak up into the woods further then before.

After setting down for roughly an hour I heard a small noise building louder and louder. It was leaves rustling from the hill just ahead of me. This time I had decided to sit at the bottom of a hill instead of at the top of one. I tried to zone it out, but, it got louder and louder.

I never gave much thought to my safety. Or what could be rolling down that hill for that matter. Then I heard a voice screaming my name.

I was trying to be "zen" like and not move just sitting there with my legs crossed and my "walking" stick(a.k.a. my make me look like a wise old man stick). heh :o)

Well to be honest I was feeling a little mischievous that day. >:o) The person running towards me turned out to be a friend of mine named Steve. He ran right at me screaming for help.

At this point I thought he was messing with me cause he had a history of crying wolf for fun. So I thought to myself I'll fix him.

When he got really close I kept my eyes closed and stuck my walking stick out to my right. I felt a hard thud then heard him fall behind me. I laughed and looked back over my shoulder to see him. But, he wasn't there.

It was an older man about fourty or so and he was passed out.

Turns out that Steve was on his way home from a friends house. And passed by the man as he was hmm harvesting his "crops". The man started chasing Steve cause Steve said the one thing the man didn't wanna hear "I'm gonna tell someone you have those".

When the man tripped over my stick he hit his head on something rock/tree stump? I dunno? but, it knocked him out cold.

For the rest of the school year Steve called me Kung Fu Master Jed (Jed is really my nickname by the way).

I'd like to say that we went to the police and had him scooped up in the woods, but, we were basically happy to have gotten out with everything in one place. And he ended up with a bump on the head.

There were police raids that year some local people were arrested. I'm sure he was one of them.

Kung Fu Master Jed. :o)

Jed245
Member

11-01-2002

Thursday, October 28, 2004 - 1:24 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
One more.

My little brother's new trick.

My younger brother wanted to learn card tricks so he bought some books and learned. His two favorite tricks were the one where he throws the card and makes it stick in a mellon or something.

The other was the one where he makes the cards dissappear from his hand right infront of you, then reappear. Well one day a friend of mine came to take me out to the bars. Umm seriously not what you think.

We used to play guitar in bars for money. I never drink and didn't back then either. As we were pulling out of the drive way and rounding a turn we saw my lil brother. He pulled a card out of thin air then from about twenty or so feet away threw it at the car. And it stuck in the window seal.

Ya know that rubber part that your window goes up into? Well it stuck right there. My friend opened up the door and asked how he did that. Then the usual comments you would expect from such an event. Then he started to pull the card lose and hand it to my brother.

My little brother said NO leave it in there your gonna need it. So my friend said ok cool in an attempt to honor the lil kid and well just cause it kinda looked cool.

We started to drive off and he yelled at me and said... "Hey promise me you won't let that card fall out till you get back home even if you have to stop and push it back in."

Umm yeah charlie sure. :o) With that we were off to the big city. Ok we were off to be around drunk people. That don't sound nearly as glamourous does it?

After we played our set we started home.Then about half an hour into the trip back home the card started shaking and was about to fly out. So we pulled over infront of a little bridge that we drove across several times in route to the bars/home.

My buddy started to pull the card out then we heard a loud creaking sound up ahead and the bridge collasped. We're not sure if we would have been across it or not we don't think we would have.

And if we were to have made itto the bridge faster, then it might have broken while we were on it? We'll never know, but, my friend stuffed the card back in the window seal then we came home.

Even if the bridge did collaspe with us on it we would have likely been just fine...the car wouldn't have I don't think. It was a small old wooden bridge not very high off the ground.

To this day there are still small pieces of that playing card stuck in the window of my friends car. He superglued it to the seal and brushed over it with some sealant. Looks like a flimsey piece of paper now, but, we know what it is.

When I told my little brother about the story he smiled and said see then went off to school. He's never mentioned it after that day.

Jed245
Member

11-01-2002

Friday, November 19, 2004 - 1:25 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Hmm 1...2...3... breathe....1....2....3... breathe.

No one seems to be around this thread lately. I have a few fairly new stories, but, what would there be to tell if ever I met up with any of ya. :o)

Whoami
Member

08-03-2001

Friday, November 19, 2004 - 1:41 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I have a sort of minor incident. It was still very cool though.

Every year, the Drum Corps International Championships is televised, but with a very delayed broadcast in my area (actual contest in August, shows on PBS on Thanksgiving).

Well, with all the stuff happening of late, I really hadn't given it any thought at all this year, and hadn't even thought to check the PBS site or anything for a schedule (something I do feverishly each year).

A few nights ago, I went to change the channel to 43 to watch Quantum Leap on Sci Fi Channel. Instead, I punched in 12, one of our two local PBS stations. The ONLY time I watch channel 12 is if its showing DCI, or if Mom wants to watch Joy Of Painting. So maybe 5 times a year I might punch in 12, but only after reading it in the tv listings.....

As I punched 12 into the remote, and the TV started to switch channels, I did a "huh?" to myself, wondering why the heck I punched in 12.

Right as the channel changed, I saw a drum corps....and a drum corps rifle line to boot (my specialty when I marched). It was an ad for this year's championships that will be televised on Thanksgiving Day!

I really seriously think I would have forgotten all about setting my VCR for this if I hadn't seen that ad!

The timing of it, and the fact I never watch 12 unless its a special event. Just too weird!

Jed245
Member

11-01-2002

Friday, November 19, 2004 - 1:49 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Cool story Whoami. :o)

Native_texan
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08-24-2004

Thursday, December 02, 2004 - 10:55 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
As I was pondering the mind of my 10-year-old son this morning, wondering where he could have inherited some of his traits, I began thinking about some of the things I had done growing up, especially in teenage years.

All but four years of life have been spent in Dallas County. At the beginning of my freshman year in high school, we moved to Cedar Creek Lake. We actually lived in Gun Barrel City and I went to Mabank High School. The first three years were relatively innocent, but at the beginning of my senior year, all that changed. You have to understand that it was the 70's, we were in the country, the only hangouts we had was the Dairy Queen in Mabank and a rec center in Seven Points and there was no such thing as PCs, let alone video games. A lot of our entertainment was left to our imaginations.

One Thursday night, my best friend Pam and a couple of other girls went out in my mom's car. We parked on a country road to partake of some self-rolled cigarettes and went home.

On Friday, Pam came home with me after school as she always did. We got gussied up in our best duds (frayed blue jeans and those tops usually made of the gauze fabric that looked like maternity tops was the fashion) and waited for my parents to get home so we could go out. I had my own car and often wondered why I always used my mom's car to go out and why she let me. Anyway, when they got home, my dad asked if we could do him a favor and clean the inside of the car before we left. Sure, no problem. Pam and I went outside to do this and when we got in the car, my dad had left us a gift. Sitting on the dash of the car was a small pile of the leftovers from our cigarettes. Being an obedient daughter, we cleaned the car as he asked and went on our merry way.

Oh, I left out two important facts. My dad was a Dallas police officer and he and my mom commuted to Dallas everyday to work (approx. 150 miles round-trip) in that car.

I have determined that my son gets all his bad traits from his daddy.

Jed245
Member

11-01-2002

Wednesday, February 09, 2005 - 5:07 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I see my thread has kinda died. :o)