Tell me a story about something that happened to you that made you feel SO GOOD, it was amazing. These moments aren't always the obvious things, are they? I do remember the first time I got laid, but it isn't the marathon fuck session of a lifetime now is it?
A simple recent one for me: I'm walking in the mall, and three lovely young ladies, 18-20, fresh from the beach are walking in there as well. One asian, one East Indian, one blonde. As we past each other, I smiled at them, they kept walking. They started giggling and I distinctly heard the word "cute" as they laughed. Stupid yeah, but for a fat 33 year old with greying hair - killer.
All time high: city high school basketball finals, 1991. Beal Secondary School, London, Ontario, Canada. Overtime. We're up by 3 having overcome a halftime deficit of 13 points, they have the ball. I'm on the bench. Their guard throws up a 3-ball at the buzzer to tie, and it rims out. I jumped off the bench and if felt like I was floating. Never, ever has life been so grand. For the next 24 hours everything smelled like roses, it was the only really significant sports championship team I was ever on - what a moment.
Sublime.....
Moderators: Zero, John Madden, Bob Ross, General Zod, Richard Simmons, Batman
Hmmmmm having to switch into "sentimental mode" HERE is kinda tough but I'll give 'er a shot-
Most recently- I have this fern that my sister gave me maybe 6 years ago for my birthday. Every summer I hang it outside, since it grows real good and looks nice to boot.... (and remember I lived right next door for a few years and always did the same thing, but this story is the first time it happened)
So I hung it out dutifully as soon as the weather got nice enough. After a few days, I started to notice that when I went outside I would get the impression that a bird flew hastily away from it, everytime.
After a few days of this, I got real curious and checked it out, only to find the beginnings of a little nest. I figured that the fact that I sppoked them every time would dissuade them from going through with actually building it, but I was wrong. After a few days, it was done- a perfect little nest with a nice woven white "cushion" in the bottom.
a few days later there was an egg, then 2 then 5 then finally six- all about the size of a fingernail.
I tried to keep the cats away and didn't water the poor fern for the duration, and eventually they hatched and grew- all six of the babies grew to full-sized birds, then one day they flew off one by one. I got pics of them at pretty much all stages, and it was really sweet to see their little cheeping heads rise up one-by-one, like some badly handled puppets, at feeding time.
An odd thing I found out later- my Grandma, who passed away last year, had the same kind of birds nesting at her house every year. I found it strange that the first year after she passed away the birds appeared at my house for the first time.
MAN I never thought I would post something so ..... "heartwarming" here, I feel the opposite of dirty whatever that is [beard]
Oh and the birds were house finches, nice little red-headed fellows with pretty songs
Most recently- I have this fern that my sister gave me maybe 6 years ago for my birthday. Every summer I hang it outside, since it grows real good and looks nice to boot.... (and remember I lived right next door for a few years and always did the same thing, but this story is the first time it happened)
So I hung it out dutifully as soon as the weather got nice enough. After a few days, I started to notice that when I went outside I would get the impression that a bird flew hastily away from it, everytime.
After a few days of this, I got real curious and checked it out, only to find the beginnings of a little nest. I figured that the fact that I sppoked them every time would dissuade them from going through with actually building it, but I was wrong. After a few days, it was done- a perfect little nest with a nice woven white "cushion" in the bottom.
a few days later there was an egg, then 2 then 5 then finally six- all about the size of a fingernail.
I tried to keep the cats away and didn't water the poor fern for the duration, and eventually they hatched and grew- all six of the babies grew to full-sized birds, then one day they flew off one by one. I got pics of them at pretty much all stages, and it was really sweet to see their little cheeping heads rise up one-by-one, like some badly handled puppets, at feeding time.
An odd thing I found out later- my Grandma, who passed away last year, had the same kind of birds nesting at her house every year. I found it strange that the first year after she passed away the birds appeared at my house for the first time.
MAN I never thought I would post something so ..... "heartwarming" here, I feel the opposite of dirty whatever that is [beard]
Oh and the birds were house finches, nice little red-headed fellows with pretty songs
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