Ok, here goes.
I'm 39
Happily single (most of the time)
Have a 16 year old son.
I love to swim, horseback ride, walk on the beach, look at the stars, do all kinds of crafts, cook, spend time with my family, etc...
I've got a rabbit named FooFoo.
I live in New Brunswick, Canada.
I love the ocean, the country and wide open spaces.
I adore animals of all kinds.
I am a people person who loves make friends from all over the world.
I love people who have a sense of humor.
I think mean people suck.
I love to learn.
I home school my son.
I live with my son and mother.
And I think that about covers it :-D
I was also born at an early age, LOL!
Hello Miss Redhead. I'm fairly new to this forum myself. Hope you like it as much as I do.
Hello colorbook,
Bunch of wonderful people here eh!
Ceii
Well, whaddaya know, Montana? We share a birthday.
I am now living my two thousandth life.
Actually, 2,784th.
First, I was a hippie. I danced whether there was music or not.
Whether alone, or surrounded by thousands.
I took college classes and
hung out on the Boston Common with my guitar.
We marched for the end of the War.
Then I joined the War.
I was in uniform,
(Okay. Hippies had uniforms too, but this was a real uniform.)
I marched.
(Okay. Not the same kind of marching that hippies do.
Real marching.
With a marching band and flags and very serious people on all sides.
I did not fit in well.
I opened a off-base off the base coffeehouse
where we sang hippie-ish songs and
waited for the end of our hitch
while some of our friends
serious and otherwise
died.
Really.
I started writing.
School books.
Little stories for fifth grade or third grade
that taught that the world was open
and how to spell the word 'raisin'.
Then I went into television.
(Okay, not into the television, into television news.
Which was news then and not infotainment,
but saying that makes me sound like an old hippie.
Which apparently I have become.
And on the way
I married.
Several women.
but not all at once.
even I am that smart.
My grown up children are musicians and kinda hippie like.
I have days when I am glad about that
and I have days when regrets, I have a few.
(Apologies to Paul Anka)
I practiced yoga.
I ran 60 miles a week.
I referee-ed soccer games
and rode my bicycle thousands and thousands of miles.
Threw a paper route
painted apartments,
sold furniture,
bought wire and gears and god knows what
for a factory job.
and I stopped writing.
You know, writing is hard to do. It's painful.
Not as painful as not writing, but still.....
I tried to be boring for a few years.
The other boring people said I didn't fit in well.
Well.
So.
I wrote teeny tiny things for a tiny teeny neighborhood paper.
About how to fix things.
(That's how Eva knows me.
She was my editor. Poor thing.)
And we,
L and I,
got bored with living under gigantic Oklahoma skies.
(and I had ridden
every inch of chip and seal highway
for three states around)
So we moved to New York City.
Where I manage a store.
And she creates sportswear a few blocks away.
We eat dinner out nearly every night.
and hope the kids call us.
I am writing this fabulous story now
about this guy who had 2,784 lives.
My editor keeps saying
"Pick one for christ'ssakes!!"
but I can't
they are all my favorite lives.
So far.
Joe Nation
Cool Joe, I want to read about all 2784 lives, they sound interesting.
Ceili
Being Joe's editor was one of the all-time best volunteer things I ever did. Now he lives in the Big City and has a different editor, I take it. Well, I am jealous. Somebody else is getting to read all his wonderful stuff now instead of me. Hmph. I hope you're not PAYING this person, Joe, because I would gladly edit your stuff for free.
Again.
Anytime.
WOW
,...thanks you guys!!! for the nice story's
I must read all of them still, but I came just in from work and saw a lot of your response (also from yesterday) on this "Done Before-Topic",...but still....
IT WORKS
!!
Thanks AGAIN
Hear from me SOON :wink:
Why do all the redheads have boyfriends or are married ?
Redheads can be men's undoing
what with all that coloured cooing,
some I'm sure are indeed single,
get out more, and start to mingle!
LOL
I didn't knew Halloween inspired the world of Poetry!
We do this only when we celebrate St. Nicolaas (maybe you heard from him before,....it's a white old man on a white horse and he has black 'clowns' working for him!)
And they told ME Slavery is finished :wink:
cavfancier wrote:Redheads can be men's undoing
what with all that coloured cooing,
some I'm sure are indeed single,
get out more, and start to mingle!
No kidding !
I'll be out of this ****-hole and back to the land of civilization in about 6 weeks.
Then we shall see.
Miss RedHead it is all in my profile, well almost all of it. The rest is in my posts at A2k I am pretty open about myself.
With the exception of ... ?
Joe Nation wrote:You know, writing is hard to do. It's painful.
Not as painful as not writing, but still.....
Ooooh!
Joe!
Is that original?
That is so absolutely fantastically right on target.
Bravo.
Welcome, Miss Redhead!
And colorbook too.
You know, writing is hard to do. It's painful.
Not as painful as not writing, but still.....
Yes, Soz, my words. Maybe I'm make them my signature for awhile.
Joe
Joe Nation
That is absolutely
beautiful.
<nods>
I mean, all of your post, not specifically that line.
Oh, and I'm just this guy ...
Kinda like Slappy. We-e-e-ll ... kinda.
Thank you Nimh. I love your writing.
and we are all a bit like Slappy.
