What was your hand doing down there?? :o
I have done that, too, Tootie, but then, I need my hand to, um, you know...tinkle...
I don't think I can bear oatmeal for dinner tonight? T/F?

Just say no to oatmeal FTLOG!
Yes, I have peed on my hand-I thought I was through but guess not.
T/F Kim's wife likes is his new hairdo!

Heh - Fissy's back AND in a good time I see LOL - some rumors circulate here that are false he he,- no pole or lap dances ha ha haaaaa, it is not the sexiest way - no...no ...no Oh boy, what person to do with you guys , ha ha, OK - from the beginning of time the most exciting thing for man is a "tease" !!!! They are "hunters" and "chasers" (I mean XY part of human population), and what makes 'em tick is making them to want to see MORE and get what is "ungettible" (Fissosism*). Showing it all at once can be exciting for "just so long" OK - another book in making hahahahaa
Sorry that I am late with a lunatic story - Fissy needs her beauty sleep . Now - I have MANY stories about crazy people attacking me and I swear they can "feel" me from afar and pick on me in a crowded streets - come allll the way across the avenue running STRAIT toward me !!!
I will have to ask some person who is in occult thingies why is that LOL - since there is no rational explanation for that ! Even my hubby did not believe me when he just met me until he had to rescue me from couple of "just released psych ward" cases !!! Also - attacks started when I was a child :( , so I learned early of how to recognize a crazy person and seek the shelter. But, still some times I do not listen to my intuition :roll: and end up "cornered" ...
OK - this one was not "down the street" one , but it was with more suspense - so I will write this one ....
I was 19 at a time. We came to Pittsburgh , PA, on a student visa and my hubby (lets call him Alan), was on his graduate study. I came along since I could not live without him LOL. Anyways ... we would go play tennis every Saturday and Sunday early mornings and walk a long way to the Campus since we did not have a car. We were living of a stipend that was so small, that most days we were living of a English muffins with a peace of cheese and a boiled egg inside, and if lucky I would be able to use a quarter and buy a Twix candy in a dispensing machine in the University hallway to sustain myself with some extra sugar boost. NOW, in all of that "barefoot student" lifestyle, there was a moment of unspeakable tenderness when one day Alan came home with brand new tennis outfit for me , a white t-shirt with sky blue V insert on a front and matching angle cut sleeves and the most beautiful white pleated skirt that would twirl around me if I made a pirouette and made me giggle with a glee like a little child that just got the new Easter dress. I even got new tennis glove - ohhhhh, how luxurious that little kid-skin white glove looked !!!! I just could not wait for Saturday to dress up and go to that Campus and make all those rich girls drop their jaws - since I would not only have the cutest guy on the campus playing tennis with me (oh yes...those American girls would yell after him and whistle and scream from balconies drunk after Sorority parties ) , but I would finally be dressed as pretty as they are and have a better legs on top of it all : )))) !
So, Saturday came, I ate some FrootLoops , dressed up and made my hair extra pretty, long and wavy , I let it flow and Alan was looking at me so tenderly and with so much pride at the same time - like he had a Miss Universe and Chris Evert fused in one entity now standing in front of him. I smiled at him and and made a turn on my heal and chirped : " I will wait for you downstairs,love", "don't forget water-bottles " !!!
I ran down the stairs , opened the door with a gusto and found myself on the porch. The air was balmy , but already one could feel the promise of a muggy day in making and I was happy we started our day early : ) ! "Klink" , I heard behind myself and I turned - door closed by itself and I remembered another American invention - self-locking doorknobs !!!!! Hmmmm...I thought, so what , Alan is inside and will be coming out in a sec , why would I need to come back in now...even if I need to, I can ring the bell...Mrs. Robertson will open ...yes...and for some reason my heart was pounding and I thought how completely idiotic feeling I have , and that I surely should stop making fuss about NOTHING ! HELOOOOOOOO !!!! Ahhh, crazy Fissy , such a beautiful day and ... My eyes traveled on the window of a house across the street. A silhouette moved and I could feel the stare but could not make a clear picture of what was staring and besides, what if somebody is staring ...jeezzz, would you stop staring ??? I was thinking what would be the best - to stare back or pretend not to feel the stare and decided to ignore it and started playing with my racquet, twirling it in my hand , than on the ground and all of the sudden in my peripheral field I saw male snicker and part of legs moving fast across the street ! My heart jumped in my throat and although my mouth open I could not make a sound as he was rushing toward me in full speed yelling and waving his hands in all directions, hair not combed in ages and eyes open wide and almost as if wanting to jump out of his head and just start running on their own ! In utter horror and desperation I grabbed the doorknob and turned and turned and banged and banged and he was almost across the street ! I screamed :"Help, Alan, help ...aaaaaaaaaah"!!!! Than as something just took over me I made a leap and jumped over the rail on opposite side that was very high and that surprised the man for a moment. I fell in a weedy grassy patch of backyard, my knee hit something hard and it hurt like hell but I sprang up an run behind the house still wondering "What NOW" ?????? If he finds the way in - I am toast !!! I can not jump over the fence back since there was a very steep fall that was ending with a railroad tracks on the very bottom !!!! Oh, no, this is NOT happening, this must be a dream ....All of the sudden I was seeing myself from a distance , looking at my self shaking and almost laughing and crying at the same time - this could not be for reals - this happens in movies ...not here....not now...oh please , please God do something ! I was standing in half squat holding tight on my racquet- the only weapon I had !
All of the sudden I heard Alan storming out front and yelling at the man : " Hey, HEY...what do you want" !!!!??? I screamed as loud as I could and run up front gasping :"He attacked me...he....attacked me" and that was enough for Alan to go into combat stance ...The lunatic was still looking at me transfixed as if thinking if he still has a chance to pounce on me in spite of obvious obstacle now but ratio left him obviously many years ago !!! Alan was in his face , pushing him backward just by his chest and yelling at him to back off or.... and I was in horror standing there crying and shaking and wondering if the mad-man has a gun and for god's sake would anybody call a police already ????? What kind of place is this ???? Could I have been killed or raped and nobody would even open the door ?????!!!! What if the maniac does not back-off !!??? What ...
Fortunately , the creature turned back and started retrieving back to his "cave" while Alan was hardly controlling himself not to jump him - I never heard him scream so loud and such words onto anybody before or after... Man started running and Alan run after him just to make sure he gets the massage and hear what will happen if he sees him EVER out of the house !
It somehow worked - the creature never came out , not in 6 more months we were living across the street. The "shadow" was regularly on the window though, and I never walked alone out of Mrs. Robertson's house, never again ....
T/F
I was once drowning in a barrel ?

Hey, Fissy, I think Lecia and I were just pulling your leg because we like you!
As an XY myself, I think you overgeneralize! That's all I'm sayin'. But tell me this...when you jumped across the rail, why didn't you recognize me? I had a splinter in my hand, that's why I was waving my arms! You know I had wild hair back then! Then this big guy starts chasing me! Geeze! Now I know why I left Pittsburgh!
I am happy you are alright, really! :)
I don't think my wife is too happy with my haircut, F!
T, but you didn't drown...what kinda barrel?
I missed dinner and now I am not hungry? T/F?

LOL, ok...ok... You and me should not "start" XY debate he he, since "The Blood Shall Fall" ; )))
Now - I am so sorry for not helping you with that splinter LOL- geeeeez, why you needed profanities to call for help c-c-c-c !!! Scaring poor girl like that -eh ??? ha ha I LOVE wild hair - and this was not wild ha ha ha, this was "Nick Nolte" crazy!!! LOL AND most of all, dude was in his 40-ties , and back than you were not that older than me
; ).
Why your wify does not like your new image ? : ( Besides , in 2 weeks you will be your old fuzzy self : )))! I envy you and Jen for having naturally curly hair to the max !!!!!
I was a toddler and went to explore my grandmother's garden and climbed the BIG barrel to see what is inside and fell head first in the water since it was "rain water catching" barrel (before was a vine making barrel). My Mom found me since she was frantically searching for me - she knew that if there is a peace and quiet - I must be either kidnapped or dead
Is it ever possible for a man NOT to be hungry : ) ????
T/F
I almost drowned in a lake ?

That is such a scary story! Though the tennis outfit sounds bitchin'. You need to get your aura read or something and find out what causes these crazies to come after you. My roommate had a similar aura and had the weirdest experiences that were just unexplainable. I wonder if she was part angel at times.
I would say true that you almost drowned in a lake too?
T/F A knifed man tried to throw me over the top of a building

T for Fissy and Tootie. I wonder who knifed the man? :)
Cheryl is MIA? T/F

My fav color is PINK, PINK, PINK!! (currently) I have a pink golf bag, pink tees, pink ball and a pink jacket.
I think you might have almost drowned.
T/F
I never missed the ball once today.

I say true-you played a good game!
You are too funny, Kim. He wasn't knifed, he had a knife.
T/F Kim has never been a victim of a violent crime

You never missed the ball, Cheryl?
If you don't count the time I was spit at for not giving up a dollar on the street, that is true, Lecia!
I haven't gained any weight this week so far? T/F?