Displaying 0 To 0 Of 0 Comments Hello, all. Thank you for relaying your story, Abby. » Posted By teamplayer On June 19, 2011 @ 4:22 pm Lovely painting, Buddy. » Posted By teamplayer On March 13, 2011 @ 10:50 am “The King’s Speech” – Best Picture I saw “The King’s Speech” yesterday and really enjoyed it. » Posted By teamplayer On February 27, 2011 @ 12:49 pm Brilliant, PW. » Posted By teamplayer On February 26, 2011 @ 9:27 pm Friday Music Thread – Favorite Films and Film Music Thanks Hokey. teamplayer aka termgirl » Posted By teamplayer On February 25, 2011 @ 9:54 pm Dear Klaatu, » Posted By teamplayer On February 25, 2011 @ 6:52 pm The Kochroaches Emerge from the Woodwork This is great, AdLib. » Posted By teamplayer On February 25, 2011 @ 11:45 am On Saturday, February 26, at noon local time, moveon is organizing rallies in front of every statehouse and in every major city to stand in solidarity with the people of Wisconsin. Go to moveon.org or google RALLY TO SAVE THE AMERICAN DREAM for details on events in your city, or nearby. Forgive my redundancy if someone has already posted re: these rallies. » Posted By teamplayer On February 25, 2011 @ 10:40 am Glad to see you here, Ricestarz. teamplayer aka termgirl. » Posted By teamplayer On February 23, 2011 @ 1:45 pm “Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. I love Khalil Gibran. » Posted By teamplayer On February 21, 2011 @ 10:54 pm Good one! » Posted By teamplayer On February 20, 2011 @ 10:10 pm Still on HP, as far as I know. » Posted By teamplayer On February 20, 2011 @ 8:49 pm Sorry! » Posted By teamplayer On February 20, 2011 @ 6:12 pm Your comment made me thing of Flossy. » Posted By teamplayer On February 20, 2011 @ 5:19 pm I thought Newt had gone away, along with George Allen and Rick Santorum. But they never go away. They just lie in wait for the next election cycle. » Posted By teamplayer On February 20, 2011 @ 5:00 pm Wisconsin, what does it really mean? That’s exactly what it is. » Posted By teamplayer On February 20, 2011 @ 12:37 pm An employer I once had sent me to school to take some management courses and I remember one class in particular that addressed motivation. It turns out that the greatest motivator wasn’t money, benefits, or any of the typical things you would assume. » Posted By teamplayer On February 20, 2011 @ 6:58 pm I visited the beautiful state of Kentucky for the first time this past summer to attend a family reunion in Flatwoods. » Posted By teamplayer On February 21, 2011 @ 9:07 pm Cher, » Posted By teamplayer On February 18, 2011 @ 1:43 pm Thank you, funksands. I think I should have stuck with it. » Posted By teamplayer On February 18, 2011 @ 6:12 pm My name is Gerry. » Posted By teamplayer On February 18, 2011 @ 11:13 am Your story is powerful. » Posted By teamplayer On February 18, 2011 @ 11:01 am Oops. Freudian slip. » Posted By teamplayer On February 18, 2011 @ 8:29 am aka termgirl. » Posted By teamplayer On February 17, 2011 @ 9:16 pm Adonis, » Posted By teamplayer On February 17, 2011 @ 9:12 pm It just became too frustrating. » Posted By teamplayer On February 17, 2011 @ 8:48 pm A girl would have been lucky to know you, Wolf. » Posted By teamplayer On February 17, 2011 @ 7:49 pm Ugh is right. We couldn’t get out of that place fast enough. » Posted By teamplayer On February 17, 2011 @ 7:29 pm One thing I remember from girl scouts was making mock angel food cake in a coffee can over the campfire. It was pretty disgusting. » Posted By teamplayer On February 17, 2011 @ 7:16 pm Worth sharing….”The Disease called ‘Perfection’ “ Hey deygirl, teamplayer aka termgirl » Posted By teamplayer On February 16, 2011 @ 11:09 amComments Posted By teamplayer
I haven’t checked in here for a while, but I wanted to pop in and wish all the PPOV dads a Happy Father’s Day.
I was raised by a step-father; a great guy who is greatly missed.
He passed away several years ago.
So I want to include any step-fathers out there in my well wishes.
I know first hand that the “evil” step-parent reputation does not always apply. Mine took on a huge responsibility with my family and I will never forget what he did for all of us.
He was a great sports fan, as am I.
He lived long enough to see the LA Angels win the World Series.
His memory was failing, but he knew the box scores and once corrected me on Tim Salmon’s batting average.
I really miss him.
I so admire creative people and, truth be told, am a bit envious.
David Fincher – Best Director
Colin Firth – Best Actor
Christian Bale – Best Supporting Actor
Natalie Portman – Best Actress
Melissa Leo – Best Supporting Actress
Adapted Screenplay – Aaron Sorkin
Original Screenplay – Christopher Nolan
“Inside Job” – Best documentary
I wouldn’t be surprised or disappointed if “The Social Network” won.
(Can’t remember liking a film so much that had so many unlikable characters.)
Maybe you can nudge msbadger to pay us a visit here.
It’s good to see you.
Please pay us a visit, ASAP!
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”
He understood the importance of personal space.
I just found his undying devotion to Newt Gingrich amusing.
He still holds out hope that Newt will be President.
It was, in fact, the nature of the job itself.
When people felt they were doing something important and that they had a stake in the success of the company, that alone motivated them.
This reunion was the culmination of my journey to find my biological father, or, more accurately, to find information on him.
My mother and father met at Oaklawn Race Track in Hot Springs, Arkansas. My father was a jockey and later a trainer.
Their marriage did not last long.
My mother told me very little about my father. I only saw one picture of him; a tiny black and white with him astride a thorougbred. I could barely make out his features.
We re-located from Arkansas to California. My mother re-married when I was seven. When I was nine, my mother received a phone call from a friend who had heard on the radio that my father had been thrown from a horse and killed in a race in Florida.
She was very distraught and I didn’t know how to feel, really, because I didn’t know the man.
To make a very long story short, I tried over the years to get more information on my father and his family. I knew he was born in Lexington, KY. I knew my grandparent’s names.
I had gone on ancestry.com seeking information and always hit a wall.
Well, two years ago, I once again went on ancestry.com, but this time I hit paydirt.
There was a newly posted family tree that I hit on and when I looked at it, I realised it had to have been posted by a very close relative.
I sent an email to the poster and to my utter surprise, I got an answer about fifteen minutes later. The poster turned out to be my first cousin. His father and my father were brothers. It turns out I had two half-brothers. One was killed in a motorcycle accident, the other lives in Sacramento, about five miles from my oldest daughter.
The next day my cousin started emailing me pictures. For the first time, I saw a full picture of my father, and pictures of my grandparents. I also was told exactly what happened when my father died. It turned out his stirrup had been sliced and foul play suspected but couldn’t be proven. He was thrown and then dragged by the horse and suffered massive internal injuries.
Three weeks later, my newly found cousin and brother met me in Sacramento. What a surreal experience.
Then this past summer, I travelled to Kentucky and met a whole lot of relatives I never knew I had. They were really great and welcomed me into the fold. I did visit Churchill Downs. It had special meaning for me because my father raced there. I drove from Louisville to Flatwoods and I have to say that was some of the most beautiful countryside I have ever seen. Even the rest stops were nice.
One of my ancestors is Jilson Setters( this was his stage name. His real name was Bill Day. ) “The Blind Fiddler of Lost Hope Hollow.” He played for years at the American Folk Song Festival held in Ashland. His recordings are in the Library of Congress.
Like you, I am a product of the California public school system, as are my four children. My oldest son is a high school teacher in a Los Angeles suburb.
I believe I received a decent education.
The high school I attended encouraged the creative arts.
We put on an annual one-act play festival.
The plays were written, directed, and acted by the students. We designed and constructed the sets and were responsible for the costumes and lighting, etc.
We even managed to enlist a B actor or actress to visit our school and critique the plays on a panel that included the head of the drama department.
In spite of the myriad of problems that affect our schools, I am encouraged by the fact that my son loves his job. He just keeps plugging along because of the kids. (The parents and the administration are another matter.)
I had similar remorse when I went from blond to red.
: )
My name has caused problems my whole life.
In the 4th grade, I arrived at school on the first day and discovered I was assigned seating at a double-desk with (horrors) a boy. My new teacher was confused by my name.
When I originally chose my avatar and moniker, I purposely chose something feminine. (Termgirl is the name my fantasy football friends gave me; a hybrid of Terminator and girl. I’ve been pretty successful at fantasy football.) What could be more feminine than pink flowers?
I have to admit that I have often been wrong about posters and their gender. It is wise to never jump to conclusions.
Thank you for sharing.
Not sure now why I changed my name, but it seemed like a good idea. : )
Glad you’re here, dimplasm.
This IS the best thing I’ve read all day. : )
Most of my posts were attempts at humor; one-liners for the most part. Lots of LOLs. ROFLMAOs. x2s, co-signs, etc. as well.
There were times when I did get serious. I did my research, had my links lined up and spent a good deal of time putting my comment together. There was nothing in those posts that violated their “policies.” They just never showed up. Or they would show up 24 hours later when any hope of an actual conversation was lost.
I will always be grateful for the people I “met” on HP and for the hours of entertainment it provided me for a long time. Things do change and the change at HP has not been for the better, IMO.
Thank you for the kind words.
I was a girl scout for a long time.
My leader, Mrs. Krauszer, took us from Brownies all the way through high school. That’s right. I was a girl scout in high school.
Mrs. Krauszer’s daughter, a classmate of mine, passed away when we were juniors but she continued with our troop. We raised enough money to charter a greyhound bus and tour the US for a month after graduation.
We weren’t completely dorky. We painted a bikini on the greyhound logo and we didn’t look too terrible in our avocado-green uniforms and knee highs. We were from California, after all, and we sported dark tans and hair naturally bleached from the sun. We caused quite the stir when we pulled up to the Juliette Low (founder of the girl scouts) birthplace in Savannah. For some reason they didn’t take too kindly to our “California” ways and it was obvious they wanted us to leave. Well, they didn’t have to ask us twice.
That trip is something I will always remember.
Once our scouting days were FINALLY over, Mrs. Krauszer kept in touch with all of us. She gave us handmade gifts for weddings and baby showers. To this day, my daughter has a tiny dress Mrs. Krauszer smocked and hand-embroidered for her when she was a baby.
My scout leader was a remarkable woman.
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