tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post2850948165873652242..comments2024-03-15T00:15:57.551-07:00Comments on imnutsincaps: My dad was dying and he knew it ...Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09793792829148051260noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-14310130091396861402007-02-13T14:20:00.000-08:002007-02-13T14:20:00.000-08:00I'm sorry your father broughtsuch a stupid bastard...I'm sorry your father brought<BR/>such a stupid bastard in the<BR/>world.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-81159609109435883142007-02-13T00:31:00.000-08:002007-02-13T00:31:00.000-08:00My dad would do the same thing.He asked my brother...My dad would do the same thing.<BR/>He asked my brother not to come to my grandmother's funeral because my brother was on his honeymoon when Gram died. He said that life should be for the living and Gram would understand. I think she did.<BR/>I also think it's great that your dad was thinking of you even while his health was declining. Though it is frustrating to be put in the position of not knowing and wishing you could have done more.<BR/>Take care.Cie Cheesemeisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14871507564733240927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-47645989190636220862007-02-12T20:28:00.000-08:002007-02-12T20:28:00.000-08:00HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGZ Saby!I've seen that letter b4......HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGZ Saby!<BR/><BR/>I've seen that letter b4...it brings alot of tears. Why do parents have to leave us!<BR/><BR/>Keshi.Keshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17147250771662427208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-26651293531138584372007-02-12T06:58:00.000-08:002007-02-12T06:58:00.000-08:00I'm so sorry to hear ((((BIG HUGS)))I'm so sorry to hear ((((BIG HUGS)))Miahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04627424780088354460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-3854293946114662622007-02-12T00:09:00.000-08:002007-02-12T00:09:00.000-08:00Your dad would be ashamed of you.Your dad would be ashamed of you.Divianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06484640303658366940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-19956395805259232282007-02-11T12:04:00.000-08:002007-02-11T12:04:00.000-08:00tuhar daat moti ke saman...tuhar bal moti ke saman...tuhar daat moti ke saman...<BR/>tuhar bal moti ke saman...<BR/>.<BR/>.<BR/>.<BR/>Moti hamar Kutte ka naamAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-15369091745749317072007-02-11T09:06:00.000-08:002007-02-11T09:06:00.000-08:00sorry saby.did not see the postwas having some fun...sorry saby.<BR/><BR/>did not see the post<BR/><BR/>was having some funAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-8035113678121097912007-02-11T09:02:00.000-08:002007-02-11T09:02:00.000-08:00Close Your Eyes,Breathe Long OutAnd Just Relax,The...Close Your Eyes,<BR/>Breathe Long Out<BR/>And Just Relax,<BR/>Then U'll Find Me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-86896799833763099422007-02-11T09:01:00.000-08:002007-02-11T09:01:00.000-08:00bhenchodtere 50 Rs le jateri ma ko chodne ki feesbhenchod<BR/>tere 50 Rs le ja<BR/>teri ma ko chodne ki feesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-77521718676083732952007-02-11T06:12:00.000-08:002007-02-11T06:12:00.000-08:00Living and dying is not the big issue. The big iss...Living and dying is not the big issue. The big issue is what you`re going to do with your time while you are here.<BR/><BR/><BR/>More quotes from Bill T. Jones <BR/>QuoteWorldAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-929799609725530302007-02-11T01:59:00.000-08:002007-02-11T01:59:00.000-08:00the sonovabitch was a jehadi tooHalf a league, hal...the sonovabitch was a jehadi too<BR/><BR/><BR/>Half a league, half a league,<BR/> Half a league onward,<BR/>All in the valley of Death<BR/> Rode the six hundred.<BR/>"Forward, the Light Brigade!<BR/>"Charge for the guns!" he said:<BR/>Into the valley of Death<BR/> Rode the six hundred.<BR/><BR/><BR/>2.<BR/>"Forward, the Light Brigade!"<BR/>Was there a man dismay'd?<BR/>Not tho' the soldier knew<BR/> Someone had blunder'd:<BR/>Their's not to make reply,<BR/>Their's not to reason why,<BR/>Their's but to do and die:<BR/>Into the valley of Death<BR/> Rode the six hundred.<BR/><BR/><BR/>3.<BR/>Cannon to right of them,<BR/>Cannon to left of them,<BR/>Cannon in front of them<BR/> Volley'd and thunder'd;<BR/>Storm'd at with shot and shell,<BR/>Boldly they rode and well,<BR/>Into the jaws of Death,<BR/>Into the mouth of Hell<BR/> Rode the six hundred.<BR/><BR/><BR/>4.<BR/>Flash'd all their sabres bare,<BR/>Flash'd as they turn'd in air,<BR/>Sabring the gunners there,<BR/>Charging an army, while<BR/> All the world wonder'd:<BR/>Plunged in the battery-smoke<BR/>Right thro' the line they broke;<BR/>Cossack and Russian<BR/>Reel'd from the sabre stroke<BR/> Shatter'd and sunder'd.<BR/>Then they rode back, but not<BR/> Not the six hundred.<BR/><BR/><BR/>5.<BR/>Cannon to right of them,<BR/>Cannon to left of them,<BR/>Cannon behind them<BR/> Volley'd and thunder'd;<BR/>Storm'd at with shot and shell,<BR/>While horse and hero fell,<BR/>They that had fought so well<BR/>Came thro' the jaws of Death<BR/>Back from the mouth of Hell,<BR/>All that was left of them,<BR/> Left of six hundred.<BR/><BR/><BR/>6.<BR/>When can their glory fade?<BR/>O the wild charge they made!<BR/> All the world wondered.<BR/>Honor the charge they made,<BR/>Honor the Light Brigade,<BR/> Noble six hundred.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9801345.post-30130040567062551602007-02-11T01:57:00.000-08:002007-02-11T01:57:00.000-08:00Values my dad tot meIf you can keep your head when...Values my dad tot me<BR/><BR/>If you can keep your head when all about you <BR/>Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; <BR/>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, <BR/>But make allowance for their doubting too; <BR/>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, <BR/>Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, <BR/>Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, <BR/>And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; <BR/><BR/>If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; <BR/>If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; <BR/>If you can meet with triumph and disaster <BR/>And treat those two imposters just the same; <BR/>If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken <BR/>Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, <BR/>Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, <BR/>And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; <BR/><BR/>If you can make one heap of all your winnings <BR/>And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, <BR/>And lose, and start again at your beginnings <BR/>And never breath a word about your loss; <BR/>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew <BR/>To serve your turn long after they are gone, <BR/>And so hold on when there is nothing in you <BR/>Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; <BR/><BR/>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, <BR/>Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; <BR/>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; <BR/>If all men count with you, but none too much; <BR/>If you can fill the unforgiving minute <BR/>With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - <BR/>Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, <BR/>And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com