CRISPINS CRITTERS

Togreenfeet · Feb 28, 2014

Well he did one thing cool he gave or shall I say helped you get a really cool screen name!

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worldtalker · Mar 1, 2014

What has changed

?? GOD Bless

Chris

BC1969 · Mar 1, 2014

Who am I ?
I find myself asking that often, always coming up short of any intelligent answer or meaning.
I wish I could just go home, how I long for it..I really miss my friends.

Mike

BC1969 · Mar 2, 2014

The question is, where did everybody go..as far away as possible apparently.
Be sure to tune in tomorrow when the link gets posted for a live stream of man versus train..wonder how man views it will get.

releventchair · Mar 2, 2014

BC1969 said:
The question is, where did everybody go..as far away as possible apparently.
Be sure to tune in tomorrow when the link gets posted for a live stream of man versus train..wonder how man views it will get.

Playing in all this fresh snow?. Lots to catch up outside now.My purpose today will be snow plowing.
You questioning life again? Good. Savor emotion over none.
"Who am I", said a voice in line waiting for the bungee jump of another day.
"I am I said", cried another.

releventchair · Mar 2, 2014

O.k. Critters. A member most kindly provided me with a fantastic assortment of coins and lithics.
Should take little more than a quick look to guess who. :notworthy:

Merci Beaucoup!
Can the amateur photographers reflection be called a Claddagh? :laughing7:

Must be the spirit of the gift.

Togreenfeet · Mar 2, 2014

RC THE COINS ARE AWESOME !!!!BC where are you in relation to your home bro? Does your work take you away from home? I use to spend 300 days a year away from my home......I understand. It's another beautiful day in the neighborhood here in Florida. I was able to ride 25 miles on my bicycle today, my boys jumped in and finished the last 3 miles with me. I'm exhausted ..... I love to ride I too seek the eternal questions while riding my bicycle, I lose myself in thought......... On another note I scored major brownie points by cleaning out the garage while momma was gone on her cruise!!!! Hooty hoo! Well bud I wish to you and everyone else all the best, I can barely move these 2 ton legs......

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dieselram94 · Mar 2, 2014

Togreenfeet said:
DR On your signature block, your second statement is absolutely hilarious and a true statement of fact!!!!!! NOT fiction. I like that. So much more I'd like to say about that, but I dont feel like getting censored.......hmm censored in a public domain, oh well nicely said, nicely read...........hehe. I was given my first gun at the age of 7 years old. I still have it. A M1 Carbine. My dad taught me very harshly how to handle a weapon, if I made mistakes I got slapped, or punched, or hit with the weapon. I got stories bout them days........he taught me well, but his "ways" were why I left home at 16 years old, was homeless until i turned 17 , graduated high school and enlisted in the Army back then.........to this day when I pick a weapon up, my finger automatically covers the trigger guard, its a reflex I was taught by getting slapped in the face with a pistol, you learn real quick, and you dont forget. I teach my boys with airsoft BB guns, and my methods are no where near Satans ways, but the boys learn safety and you can ask them "what would you do if you found a gun in the woods would you touch it?" In Unison "NO we would come get you". I believe in teaching safety at a young age. Nice avatar you have in your sig block..........ok time for homework..............2GF OUT

Thanks TGF, I am sorry I took so long to reply. It is a great thing to do to teach kids gun safety from a early age. No amount of safe guards are as nearly as effective in keeping kids safe around firearms as some education goes. My son is just now starting to show a little interest in guns but he is hesitant. I guess it doesn't help when most of the family is so scared of guns that I swear they wet themselves at the mere mention of the subject, lol! I think his grandmother has soiled a few pairs of panties over the gun thing...But she does that with many subjects, one being when we bought my son a kayak for his birthday. She was convinced he would drown in it! LOL! oh well life goes on...

bill from lachine · Mar 2, 2014

RC,

Coming in a bit late on this one but whoever gave you that shot.....well just glad I wasn't around when it happened.

That said wheelchair or not you're definitely a better man than he was.

Regards + HH

Bill

BC1969 · Mar 2, 2014

Been in bunkerville a few days now..questioning life ? Yeah and wondering if I have the nads to do what I planned out, since it involves more than just myself, its a rough path I am on at the moment.
However its more about being merciful than anything else, at least since I made that statement about who am I ? Took a night of soul searching to realize that I am indeed insane, for no sane person would even remotely consider what I have been contemplating the last few weeks, what's worse, these thoughts don't bother me in the least bit.
It would be different if she was not so ill and I knew there would be somebody after I am gone to take care of her..but that's not an available option.
So I guess I'll just sit here and think about this some more, only thing that is causing me distress at this moment is contemplating what it will be like to be judged by the creator if I go through with this, I know where I will end up, but love and compassion goes beyond eternal damnation.

I really have a lot on my mind, so much grief from my past, so much hatred, its really a miracle I have sustained it all this long.
Makes me want to revisit that old saying that it is better to have loved, versus never have had experienced love to begin with...I really used to believe that but to watch the one you love the most, slowly go downhill, to watch and feel their pain, to listen to their cries of agony during the night..I wish under those circumstances I had never loved somebody for the emotional toll it is taking upon me is unbearable, maybe a normal person could navigate these circumstances, but I am definitely not normal..guess its all trials and tribulations, well one man can only take so much.

One thing before I leave this world behind for the next, and I have never asked him what he thinks about it, but I would really like to know the riddle behind..ever wonder where your thoughts come from ?...yes I would very much like to know!.
Start with why is it when I look at things like a bottle of bleach, do I see myself drinking it ? Or how about why do I suffer from such violent thoughts ? I hate those thoughts, and no matter how much I beg it to stop, no matter how hard I pray, no matter how much I beg God to makes those thoughts stop, they only get worse and more vivid/lucid.
So please, where do my thoughts come from ? Why do they torture me to the point to where I lock myself in a bathroom and cry for hours, afraid of the fact that I could act on those thoughts??
Is this just my life, I cannot imagine that a existence such as this is part of a grand plan, for if it is I have come to the conclusion that the afterlife cannot be any worse than what the hell this wreck that is my life is.

Where does this illness come from ? My uncle ? Because of the things I endured as a child for 3 years ? Was it the lead pipes in our house that our water ran through ? What!!! Was it being in that place called Fairlawn psych hospital from the age of 11 to age 14 that did it ? Or is it just my tiny part of the plan..42 years of misery is too much to bear any longer.
If anybody reads this I'll be surprised, this is more a note for other loved ones to read when I send them the email as to why this happened.

Well I could go on forever with this, for my life has been..ahh what's it matter.

releventchair · Mar 2, 2014

BC1969 said:
Been in bunkerville a few days now..questioning life ? Yeah and wondering if I have the nads to do what I planned out, since it involves more than just myself, its a rough path I am on at the moment.
However its more about being merciful than anything else, at least since I made that statement about who am I ? Took a night of soul searching to realize that I am indeed insane, for no sane person would even remotely consider what I have been contemplating the last few weeks, what's worse, these thoughts don't bother me in the least bit.
It would be different if she was not so ill and I knew there would be somebody after I am gone to take care of her..but that's not an available option.
So I guess I'll just sit here and think about this some more, only thing that is causing me distress at this moment is contemplating what it will be like to be judged by the creator if I go through with this, I know where I will end up, but love and compassion goes beyond eternal damnation.

I really have a lot on my mind, so much grief from my past, so much hatred, its really a miracle I have sustained it all this long.
Makes me want to revisit that old saying that it is better to have loved, versus never have had experienced love to begin with...I really used to believe that but to watch the one you love the most, slowly go downhill, to watch and feel their pain, to listen to their cries of agony during the night..I wish under those circumstances I had never loved somebody for the emotional toll it is taking upon me is unbearable, maybe a normal person could navigate these circumstances, but I am definitely not normal..guess its all trials and tribulations, well one man can only take so much.

One thing before I leave this world behind for the next, and I have never asked him what he thinks about it, but I would really like to know the riddle behind..ever wonder where your thoughts come from ?...yes I would very much like to know!.
Start with why is it when I look at things like a bottle of bleach, do I see myself drinking it ? Or how about why do I suffer from such violent thoughts ? I hate those thoughts, and no matter how much I beg it to stop, no matter how hard I pray, no matter how much I beg God to makes those thoughts stop, they only get worse and more vivid/lucid.
So please, where do my thoughts come from ? Why do they torture me to the point to where I lock myself in a bathroom and cry for hours, afraid of the fact that I could act on those thoughts??
Is this just my life, I cannot imagine that a existence such as this is part of a grand plan, for if it is I have come to the conclusion that the afterlife cannot be any worse than what the hell this wreck that is my life is.

Where does this illness come from ? My uncle ? Because of the things I endured as a child for 3 years ? Was it the lead pipes in our house that our water ran through ? What!!! Was it being in that place called Fairlawn psych hospital from the age of 11 to age 14 that did it ? Or is it just my tiny part of the plan..42 years of misery is too much to bear any longer.
If anybody reads this I'll be surprised, this is more a note for other loved ones to read when I send them the email as to why this happened.

Well I could go on forever with this, for my life has been..ahh what's it matter.

Taking your meds?

bill from lachine · Mar 2, 2014

BC,

Reach out for professional help and be strong there's a way out of the mess you're in.

Regards+ HH

Bill

dieselram94 · Mar 3, 2014

BC1969 said:
Been in bunkerville a few days now..questioning life ? Yeah and wondering if I have the nads to do what I planned out, since it involves more than just myself, its a rough path I am on at the moment.
However its more about being merciful than anything else, at least since I made that statement about who am I ? Took a night of soul searching to realize that I am indeed insane, for no sane person would even remotely consider what I have been contemplating the last few weeks, what's worse, these thoughts don't bother me in the least bit.
It would be different if she was not so ill and I knew there would be somebody after I am gone to take care of her..but that's not an available option.
So I guess I'll just sit here and think about this some more, only thing that is causing me distress at this moment is contemplating what it will be like to be judged by the creator if I go through with this, I know where I will end up, but love and compassion goes beyond eternal damnation.

I really have a lot on my mind, so much grief from my past, so much hatred, its really a miracle I have sustained it all this long.
Makes me want to revisit that old saying that it is better to have loved, versus never have had experienced love to begin with...I really used to believe that but to watch the one you love the most, slowly go downhill, to watch and feel their pain, to listen to their cries of agony during the night..I wish under those circumstances I had never loved somebody for the emotional toll it is taking upon me is unbearable, maybe a normal person could navigate these circumstances, but I am definitely not normal..guess its all trials and tribulations, well one man can only take so much.

One thing before I leave this world behind for the next, and I have never asked him what he thinks about it, but I would really like to know the riddle behind..ever wonder where your thoughts come from ?...yes I would very much like to know!.
Start with why is it when I look at things like a bottle of bleach, do I see myself drinking it ? Or how about why do I suffer from such violent thoughts ? I hate those thoughts, and no matter how much I beg it to stop, no matter how hard I pray, no matter how much I beg God to makes those thoughts stop, they only get worse and more vivid/lucid.
So please, where do my thoughts come from ? Why do they torture me to the point to where I lock myself in a bathroom and cry for hours, afraid of the fact that I could act on those thoughts??
Is this just my life, I cannot imagine that a existence such as this is part of a grand plan, for if it is I have come to the conclusion that the afterlife cannot be any worse than what the hell this wreck that is my life is.

Where does this illness come from ? My uncle ? Because of the things I endured as a child for 3 years ? Was it the lead pipes in our house that our water ran through ? What!!! Was it being in that place called Fairlawn psych hospital from the age of 11 to age 14 that did it ? Or is it just my tiny part of the plan..42 years of misery is too much to bear any longer.
If anybody reads this I'll be surprised, this is more a note for other loved ones to read when I send them the email as to why this happened.

Well I could go on forever with this, for my life has been..ahh what's it matter.

Bc1969, Better days are coming. You just have to have the faith. Just as things could always be better, things could always be worse as well. I must have missed a prior post of yours because I am in the dark about her suffering. I am of the belief that everything happens for a reason. Just make sure you fulfill your reasons, and as Bill said seek some help with your troubles...

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squiggy · Mar 3, 2014

BC..Bill is right, get some good help..remember with good help, things change ,even if that seems impossible right now!
With skilled help everything makes sense and eventually an inner peace takes the place of pain..

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Togreenfeet · Mar 3, 2014

I have a feeling you just might be my brother from another mother. You were put her for a reason. It took me many years and many sleepless nights to figure put my purpose. You have a purpose my friend you will find it you have shown to me that you have that 4 letter word we all share HOPE God has a plan for you ask him he will show you maybe not right away but he will I'm living proof..........believe in yourself friend you have many friends here but seek professional help there is no shame in that.

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Peyton Manning · Mar 3, 2014

all of you remember this " never give up, never surrender" Do not give in to the darkside....

Togreenfeet · Mar 3, 2014

Never give up never quit. Remember as long as im cold, wet and sandy, so is the guy the next to me. When you're gong through hell.......the only option is to keep going..

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releventchair · Mar 3, 2014

Togreenfeet said:
Never give up never quit. Remember as long as im cold, wet and sandy, so is the guy the next to me. When you're gong through hell.......the only option is to keep going..

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Man, now I,m wet, cold and some guy called me Sandy, somehow, I think. At least it wasn,t Shirley. :laughing7: