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    Had a wonderful date with my wife of ten years.....she bought two tickets to the sharks predators hockey game .... seats were front row....right on the glass right next to the goal judge.....my wife is so hot....pity she is asleep now...

    "I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is."

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    sounds fun... and the secretary? lol

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    Quote Originally Posted by manu1959 View Post
    Had a wonderful date with my wife of ten years.....she bought two tickets to the sharks predators hockey game .... seats were front row....right on the glass right next to the goal judge.....my wife is so hot....pity she is asleep now...
    That's great,manu. It's important to do those kinds of things. I'm,going to get tics to a Reds game soon for me and Kev. We will take the kids to another game. He likes baseball,but isn't necessarily the huge fan that I am. But he knows he isn't getting me to a WWF event so......

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    Quote Originally Posted by krisy View Post
    That's great,manu. It's important to do those kinds of things. I'm,going to get tics to a Reds game soon for me and Kev. We will take the kids to another game. He likes baseball,but isn't necessarily the huge fan that I am. But he knows he isn't getting me to a WWF event so......
    Your husband watches WWF? I went through years of that with my husband! Actually, I am still occasionally called a "jabroni" and told to "know my role."
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    Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise. When the darkness closes in, Lord, still I will say...
    Blessed be the name of the Lord!
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    Speaking of dates......My sister sent this story to me.....I will be taking my 83 year old Mother out this week.


    BEING A MOTHER
    After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to
    take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She
    said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves
    you and would love to spend some time with you."

    The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit
    was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years,
    but the demands of my work and my three children had
    made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

    That night I called to invite her to go out for
    dinner and a movie.

    "What's wrong, are you well," she asked?

    My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
    late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign
    of bad news.

    "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some
    time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

    She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
    "I would like that very much."

    That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick
    her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her
    house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous
    about our date. She waited in the door with her coat
    on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the
    dress that she had worn to celebrate her last
    wedding anniversary.

    She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
    angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go
    out with my son, and they were impressed," she said,
    as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear
    about our meeting."

    We went to a restaurant that, although not
    elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my
    arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat
    down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only
    read large print. Half way through the entries, I
    lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at
    me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I
    who used to have to read the menu when you were
    small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and
    let me return the favor," I responded.

    During the dinner, we had an agreeable
    conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up
    on recent events of each other's life. We talked so
    much that we missed the movie.

    As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll
    go out with you again, but only if you let me invite
    you." I agreed.

    "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I
    got home. "Very nice.

    Much more so than I could have imagined," I
    answered.

    A few days later, my mother died of a massive
    heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't
    have a chance to do anything for her.

    Some time later, I received an envelope with a
    copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place
    mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I
    paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
    could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two
    plates - one for you and the other for your wife.
    You will never know what that night meant for me. I
    love you, son."

    At that moment, I understood the importance of
    saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved
    ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is
    more important than your family. Give them the time
    they deserve, because these things cannot be put off
    till "some other time."

    Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back
    to normal after you've had a baby.... somebody
    doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is
    history.

    Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
    instinct .... somebody never took a three-year-old
    shopping.

    Somebody said being a mother is boring ....
    somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager
    with a driver's permit. Somebody said if you're a
    "good" mother, your child will "turn out
    good"....somebody thinks a child comes with
    directions and a guarantee.

    Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their
    voices .... somebody never came out the back door
    just in time to see her child hit a golf ball
    through the neighbor's kitchen window.

    Somebody said you don't need an education to be a
    mother.... somebody never helped a fourth grader
    with his math.

    Somebody said you can't love the second child as
    much as you love the first ... somebody doesn't
    have two or more children.

    Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to
    her child-rearing questions in the books....
    somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose
    or in his ears.

    Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother
    is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her
    "baby" get on the bus for the first day of
    kindergarten .... or on a plane headed for military
    "boot camp."

    Somebody said a mother can do her job with her
    eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back
    ..somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies
    to sell cookies.

    Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her
    child gets married....somebody doesn't know that
    marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
    mother's heartstrings.

    Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last
    child leaves home....somebody never had
    grandchildren.
    No matter where I've traveled or how great the trip was, it's always wonderful to return to my country, The United States of America......... me

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sitarro View Post
    Speaking of dates......My sister sent this story to me.....I will be taking my 83 year old Mother out this week.


    BEING A MOTHER
    After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to
    take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She
    said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves
    you and would love to spend some time with you."

    The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit
    was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years,
    but the demands of my work and my three children had
    made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

    That night I called to invite her to go out for
    dinner and a movie.

    "What's wrong, are you well," she asked?

    My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
    late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign
    of bad news.

    "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some
    time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

    She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
    "I would like that very much."

    That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick
    her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her
    house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous
    about our date. She waited in the door with her coat
    on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the
    dress that she had worn to celebrate her last
    wedding anniversary.

    She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
    angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go
    out with my son, and they were impressed," she said,
    as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear
    about our meeting."

    We went to a restaurant that, although not
    elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my
    arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat
    down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only
    read large print. Half way through the entries, I
    lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at
    me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I
    who used to have to read the menu when you were
    small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and
    let me return the favor," I responded.

    During the dinner, we had an agreeable
    conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up
    on recent events of each other's life. We talked so
    much that we missed the movie.

    As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll
    go out with you again, but only if you let me invite
    you." I agreed.

    "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I
    got home. "Very nice.

    Much more so than I could have imagined," I
    answered.

    A few days later, my mother died of a massive
    heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't
    have a chance to do anything for her.

    Some time later, I received an envelope with a
    copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place
    mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I
    paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
    could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two
    plates - one for you and the other for your wife.
    You will never know what that night meant for me. I
    love you, son."

    At that moment, I understood the importance of
    saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved
    ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is
    more important than your family. Give them the time
    they deserve, because these things cannot be put off
    till "some other time."

    Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back
    to normal after you've had a baby.... somebody
    doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is
    history.

    Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
    instinct .... somebody never took a three-year-old
    shopping.

    Somebody said being a mother is boring ....
    somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager
    with a driver's permit. Somebody said if you're a
    "good" mother, your child will "turn out
    good"....somebody thinks a child comes with
    directions and a guarantee.

    Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their
    voices .... somebody never came out the back door
    just in time to see her child hit a golf ball
    through the neighbor's kitchen window.

    Somebody said you don't need an education to be a
    mother.... somebody never helped a fourth grader
    with his math.

    Somebody said you can't love the second child as
    much as you love the first ... somebody doesn't
    have two or more children.

    Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to
    her child-rearing questions in the books....
    somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose
    or in his ears.

    Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother
    is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her
    "baby" get on the bus for the first day of
    kindergarten .... or on a plane headed for military
    "boot camp."

    Somebody said a mother can do her job with her
    eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back
    ..somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies
    to sell cookies.

    Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her
    child gets married....somebody doesn't know that
    marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
    mother's heartstrings.

    Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last
    child leaves home....somebody never had
    grandchildren.
    That is beautiful! Thank you. As a woman dealing with my father in his twilight years, it resonates. I have no guilt with my mom, I loved her and she was my best friend, minus 3 or 4 years.

    My dad was different, though I can plug in instances of 'dadness.'

    What goes around, comes around. I'm very happy my children have learned lessons of debt and love.

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