J0nny Ling0

So, Cowgirl, how's it goin babe? What's your sign?

I's jes kiddin earlier. Just thought I'd be a little scandalous just for grins... :) And WWJL, that's pretty interesting. When you mentioned the rejection thing, I spose I know what you mean, but from a different perspective, in that I used to be a door to door "water filter salesman". And after I got used to the rejections which were hard at first, I began to be more and more successful as my "skin got thicker". It seems as if it must be worse to be a woman, and experience rejection in that way though...

I have had numerous torrid online extra-marital affairs over the intenet, most of them with GSCafe girls...

To my oldest son Keanu, 19 y/o: "I wish you would understand that you ALREADY are a wonderful person, that you have already "arrived" simply because you are one of God's Children. If you understood this deep within, you would stop trying to "be cool", to look good in the eyes of others by doing stupid things to get attention". I wish you would understand that you have arrived at the pinnacle of coolness because of what God has done for you in Christ Jesus You are already there my man.....".

Wow. I must weigh in here. I will offer you no pretensions of any knowledge of wines, although I will say that I like dry wine over "sweet wines". I like a good Merlot or a Chianti, for instance, but I shant say I could tell you a good brand or year over another... but I am soooo happy to hear of an American wine winning out yet again. When I first heard of an American wine being chosen by French judges as the best of the best that year, I just cracked up and pumped my fist in the air. Yeah yeah, I know that that sounds very "Happy Gilmore-ish" and "Ugly American-ish". But if it wasn't for the disdain that the French have for we Yanks, I probably would not have had the same "fist pumping attitude". I have also enjoyed the fact that Lance Armstrong, not only an American, but a Texan with only one testicle, has bested the French at their own game! Think of it, " a one nut Texan" winning the Tour De "Fronce" more times than any one in history! Yeah, stick it to those Frenchies! Sorry. but, "pride goeth before a fall", and the French have smeared our American names in the mud too many times, and I am glad that our wine rates with their wines. And I do not discount the fact that they have undoubtedly put out the finest of wines for centuries, but, for the "Ugly Americans" to win once in awhile, brings a certain "malicious glee' to mine heart! I was born in Collyfornya by George, and that makes me proud...

When is Father's Day?

Jonny Come Lately here, but I am "jumping up" to say Happy Berfday Ala Prochaine you beautiful red head you!

A friend may well have passed away. But I certainly don't want to post in "In Memorium" if it is innaccurate. I am thinking that since "I Got Out" lives in Florida, that maybe you know what's up. So John, have you heard anything about Tony Zinser, Seventh Corps? She had just bought a house with Edna Race... :(

It's already been asked, but I would ask him; What do you think of your three grandsons and you grand daughter? And because he told my brother who later told me that "Dad said he never thought you'd amount to anything", I'd ask him what he thought of me now, "Did I make the grade?"

Hey Friscoguy. What you posted was beautiful man. It really blessed my heart. Glad you are receiving deliverance Brother...

George! That was funny!

Very well said Sogwap and Abigail. I know that I got on my knees one night in 1975 in Alexandria, Virginia, and prayed to God to send me a Christian so I could go to their church or whatever. I was that specific. I even promised Him that I would definitely go to their church or whatever, if He sent someone. It was like I cut a deal with Him. And that very next morning around 0900, when I was getting the 100 foot restaurant boat ready for the luncheon cruise on the Potomac, a WOW gal came walking down the dock in a "Cruise Ship Dandy" sailor/cocktail waitress dress as a "new hire", who was witnessing to me within minutes. I know God Almighty sent her in direct answer to my desperate prayer during that very dark time in my life, and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. And what did I get? PFAL, The Way Ministry, etc. As time went on, the ministry began to show it's negative side, and as time really moved on, I knew when to leave it all behind. But I believe that much of what I learned, plagerized or no, was and is still valuable to me, regardless of whose mouth it came from... :)

Thank you Roy, and God bless you sir...

My favorites already posted are "Ragtime Roosters" And "Rooster Rhapsody", with Rooster Rhapsody being my fav.... And as an aside, I once had a quarter horse named "Rooster". But, she could not sing...

John, who was the other guy in the last photo with you and Ted? The one playing git-tar at the wedding? And who was the gal singing? Anyone we might know? And, very nice of you to post these, thanks...

My wife and I watched it last night for the first time this season. And, we thought that the dude who won was a "dud". But, I told my wife that there was undoubtedly alot of stuff from the previous episodes that we missed and that most likely his style, the one he's best at and likes, is way different than the songs they made him sing last night. And, we enjoyed the show. And, were a lot of the "guest singers" previous contestants? Not including Prince of course. There was a medley of songs sung by a bunch of black chicks and a couple of whites chicks too, that had a theme about women which was really good. There was a rather large black gal who had an Amazing voice. Were those gals previous contestants? That was cool. And what was the deal on that goofy guy singing that Elton John song who did so terribly, but then some other dude came on and "helped" him finish the song which seemed to bring the goofy guy great joy. That was actually pretty nice to watch, seeing the goofy guy get all happy over it...

Oohh.... We're so glad that you were born and if you were not here, we would not see your smiling face or see your heart of cheer! It's hard to say "God Bless You" to someone who don't exist! Especially on yer birfday, you would certainly be missed! So happy happy birfday from your Family So Dear...And if the Lord should tarry, we'll be singin to you next year! JL

Hiya Rascal! Happy Birthday!

Geez Socks, never heard of Norton Buffalo. Guess I been up here in the Bush too long. Been thinkin of movin to Texas though. Gettin tired of the Cold and the Wet. Lotta good music doen in Austin I hear... And so, I will now look up Norton Buffalo.....He's probly awesome! "Probably". I hates wrongly spelled words...

Sure Cowgirl. And I hope that anything I shared, would be helpful to you also... JL And Excie, you do have a brother named Mark?

Ya know, it was just so weird to have dreamed that, for it actually followed the same "thread" if you will, even though it shifted all over the place. Too funny that on the ocean, we found a river through the forest that became a road and the boat a car. But the clarity of it when i woke up seemed so strange. Oh well, I draw no conclusions from it other than the fact that it's obvious how immersed in the Way Ministry I had been at one time. Nice to dream about my Dad and brother though...

Okay okay. We all know how weird dreams can be, and how they shift so quickly. But this one had a weird thread to it.. :blink: Okay. My Dad, and older brother Miles and I (both deceased now-weird) were on the sea crossing the Atlantic in 25 foot sport fishing boat. We got into a terrible storm with thirty foot seas, and we knew we were in deep kimschi. We pounded against the waves for hours it seemed, surfing up and the sliding back down, and the "tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew..." And so, to get out of the storm, we headed up a small river into the mountains of British Colombia (BC) on the west coast. As we headed up the small river, the river turned into a mountain road, and the boat became our old family station wagon, a Dodge Monaco Brougham. We had no real idea where we were other than somewhere deep inside rural British Colombia. Finally, we found a house, and a young teenaged girl was outside chopping wood. My Dad asked her if we could stop to rest because of our ordeal on the sea, and she said that this would be "available", and that it would also be "available" for us to spend the night and get some food, because theirs was a Christian home. Aside from the Way Speak, all looked to be very nice. I chopped up all of the firewood for her, and afterward went inside for a shower. When I came out of the shower, much to my alarm, I heard a familiar voice ranting and yelling outside in the backyard which was actually now a football field. The voice was yelling; "You gotta wake up man! The devil's gonna inhale your face! Is that a head on your shoulders or is your neck just blowing bubbles?!" And when I looked outside, there was the local town's highschool football team (for the rural home in the country had now become surrounded by a small rural town), being coached by L. Craig Martindale! And he had that afro haircut that he had goin on at PFAL 77! And Craig continued to yell. But now, he started yelling that; "Yeah, you can be born of the spirit of God, but you can also be born of the seed of the serpent! What's it gonna be? And if you are born of the spirit of God, how are you gonna be able to know when the Seed Boys come around? Huh?! HUH!? Answer me!" And all of these high school boys were looking totally baffled, wondering just what the hell this guy was talking about, since this was supposed to be a football practice. And then Martindale says; "You there! Stand up! I said stand up!" And this handsome young kid, to whom Mratindale seemed to be pointing at points to himself and says; "Me?" And Martindale yells; "Yeah you! Whattsa matter with you are you stupid?! Stand up! When I give you a command, you are to obey me! You don't even deserve to breathe the air that I breath you ungrateful whelp! Now stand up!" And so the kid, bewildered, stands up. "Now get up her on the stage (now there was a stage-you know how dreams shift) and sit in that chair and don't move until I tell you to!" He roared. Just then, my wife appeared on the scene, told me that my Dad and brother were sleeping peacefully, and told me that the town and the small church in this rural BC town had hired Craig as a coach and as a motivational speaker for the Church's utes (youths) who were on the highschool football team. "But man", she said; "Craig is still a total a$$hole! Just listen to him! Same old s h i t!" And I said; "I know, and we gotta do something about it. Look at that poor kid sittin up there in that chair!" Just then, E arl Burt*on came out on stage and pleaded with Craig to stop yelling, and Craig then asked if he was being a little too persuasive, and Earl said that yes as a matter of fact, he was. And then Craig had a look of shame on his face, and the Church people came out on the stage and comforted the boy in the chair, who then got up and rejoined the boys sitting on the grass. And Craig said that he was sorry, but that he "didn't know what had gotten into him". And some clapped, and others didn't but glared and the whole assembly was confused not knowing what they had come together for. But none ran off the field naked nor wounded... Just then, Nancy B*rt*on came up to me and gave me a great big hug and asked how I was, and then I asked why it was that Craig was here in this tiny BC town ranting and raving, and were she and E*rl responsible for getting him here? To which she responded that they were in fact responsible for him being there because they thought he would be able to help out the young Christian organization in that town through "sports motivational seminars", but that he" went a little overboard on the "Seed Boy thing" don'tcha think?" To which my wife and I responded; "Well hell yeah! And now we gotta let these people know what's going on here! That LCM has gone mad!" And so, I got a hold of the teenaged girl, told her everything and that they in the town should check out the GSCafe on the Net, and then send Craig packing! And she promised that she would, and then all of the sudden, my wife, the girl and I were down on the docks looking to buy some King Crab, and my Brother and Dad were busy driving back to Maryland in the boat. But they decided to drive the road system this time and not the Atlantic Ocean thank God! :blink:

Well now. I shouldn't say here, should I? Anyway, his first name starts with an "M" and he treated her like gold out at Gunnison where she was his assistant in the auto shop. All of the 7th Corps there kept referring to her as a "grease monkey", and one day at some evening meal, he stood up and reamed everyone and told them that S was not a "grease monkey" but that she was a beautiful sister in Christ and that they had better stop referring to her in that manner or they would have to deal with him! Yeah, he was a real stand up guy, that M... :)

Hi ExCath. I hope I didn't say anything to offend you. Today is a beautiful day here in rainy Southeast Alaska where the "monsoons" seem to be ever present. But, the sun has shone from yesterday until today, and it is 5:41 p.m. and the sun is still blazing brightly! And for us, this is almost a miracle! And also, I have had a couple of "cold toddies" toppped with a coupppple of beeerrrs, which proceed a nice ribeye steak barbecue, and now I see that you have had your past stirred up by this. But I was only trying to get back with Cowgirl on the actual details of the "statement" which we learned from VPW. And no matter where he got it from, I didn't find the saying too offensive. BVut, (and I would guess this correctly) I would suppose that anything to do with sex and VPW would be highly offensive to you. And because of this fact, I am sorry that I said anything positive about the quote that Cowgirl brought up. As it turns out, I was not an active "booty chaser" in The Way, and my wife was nearly a virgin when I married her (not that it mattered to me), and because of this, I must remember to be delicate on topics such as this, for, my wife and I have enjoyed a fairly normal marriage with it's "normal ups and downs" (it's only the four kids who have made us crazy!), and she nor I were part of some of the depraved things that went on with the upper echelon mucky mucks, as you yourself are a witness (ginosko). But I do believe that those things happened, and I must remember that when I post...Bless you, and as Roy says; "A holy kiss blowing your way... Love you loads, and if my wife could, she would send a hearty hello to your brother... JL

I would have to say that I learned about what a woman needs in the realm of sex through trial and error through many partners. But as I learned it and finally came down to marrying, I have been able to teach my novice wife (she was a novice in that realm when young), how to love with her body by getting her to where she could enjoy the benefits of her own physical make up, which she in turn now has gained great confidence and now she is quite good at it and now has much "power over me" as the man because of her "seasoning". And yet at times it is the opposite. A unique form of "take and give". And I must say, that it is my wife who has taught me many many things about how to be considerate of others' needs, how to think when it comes to social situations by being empathetic, etc. Maybe the term "mind" is a little goofy and could be replaced with some other word. But then again, maybe "mind" is appropriate, for one needs to use one's mind in order to "think" about what will be a blessing to someone else and to make them comfortable. Maybe women contribute this aspect to a relationship because women tend to be more "emotionally motivated" than men and can "see" things better, and then they tell us about it, and if we are not bone headed, we learn something... :) I think it's a good subject Cowgirl. And I don't think I have ever heard this analogy outside of TWI, and I think that was in CF and S, no?