shorty
spending too much on rocks
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Jul 8, 2004 12:45:58 GMT -5
Post by shorty on Jul 8, 2004 12:45:58 GMT -5
;D ;D HA DOC THATS WHY IF YOU CANT READ THIS I BLAME IT ON TE HOLE IN MY HEAD I SURE CANT TIPE VERY GOOD OR SPEEL GOOD HAHAHA HANG IN THERE WE HAFE TO STICK TO GETHER THERE IS ALWAYS SOME ONE OUT THERE THATS WORSE OFF THAN US SHORTY
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Jul 8, 2004 13:42:03 GMT -5
Post by docone31 on Jul 8, 2004 13:42:03 GMT -5
You ok shorty. You know when I was there, I do not remember seeing a single rock or stone. I did get some stiches from one bouncing off my head though. Never did see what it was. As a matter of fact, I was so busy making a mess in my pants and running, I did not even notice I was covered in blood, let alone what kind of stone it was. I did notice what kind of stone hit me when I was in the next memorial day parade later that year however. It was feldspar, white and large. Little kids with their parents. No more of this. I will never make God if anyone finds out. Family is first. You did the right thing also. We seem to be the ones huh?
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shorty
spending too much on rocks
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Hey Doc
Jul 8, 2004 15:07:25 GMT -5
Post by shorty on Jul 8, 2004 15:07:25 GMT -5
;D yea doc im all rite. i just think that i helped to let some of these jerks to be able to do the stuipped thangs they do. and when there messing with me ther letting some one else alone.hahaha and i tell them that ive ben called worse by better beople. hope you feel better and dont get down to hard on the old girl . hahaha .shorty
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shorty
spending too much on rocks
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Jul 8, 2004 15:13:02 GMT -5
Post by shorty on Jul 8, 2004 15:13:02 GMT -5
ha doc i forget to ask you when wrer you in i was in in 1968 and 69 got blue up in the last part of 69. i was in the marines special forces search and rescue ..team ye ha big deal hu
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Jul 8, 2004 16:52:51 GMT -5
Post by docone31 on Jul 8, 2004 16:52:51 GMT -5
Shorty Last one on the big chaos. I was 132 mtn. Rangers 7th Cav. It was 1972. I agree with you. When they light into me, someone else is left alone. I am 6'6" 315lbs and spent 25yrs in martial arts. I let them really yell untill they wear themselves out. Even with an artificial knee and steel in my head, neck, and back I climbed trees for a living untill I was almost 45. I am still kinda wore out now, but I can still handle a Stil saw. I just salvaged a Sicamore maple for my wife's mother. It was dying and had a diseased leader. I pruned and cut the leader. The tree almost immediately started coming back. The leaves opened up. Her response, What about the shade over the utility box? I cleaned up the debris and just walked away. My wife is in tears as we speak.
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Jul 8, 2004 21:44:33 GMT -5
Post by cookie3rocks on Jul 8, 2004 21:44:33 GMT -5
Hey Doc, My late husband could be devistatingly charming and devistatingly cruel. But I knew the moment I met him I had been put into his life, or he into mine, for a reason. I put up with verbal abuse and belittling because somehow, I knew there was a higher cause. I saw him turn from a bitter, conceted man to a kind, giving human being over the three years we were together. He was stricken with cancer in the end, and I just loved him through the pain and heartache. Ultimatly, when it was his time to pass, I knew he had a better understanding of life and love and what it all really meant. I knew he would be in a better place on the other side than he might have been otherwise. So did he. When I told my mother he was going to dye, she said "And he's going to use you right to the end". I just had to pretend she never said that, I know she regreted it the momet it fell from her lips. I lost my husband, my business, had to have a garage sale to move to GA after his death. But life has, quite honestly , never been better for me. I think this is all your destiny, your calling. It hurts so bad sometimes you wonder how you will go on. But you will be made stronger and more humbled and tolerant by it, and you will not only survive, you will prosper. Something guided my hand to tell you that. You are loved and that's all that matters.
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Jul 8, 2004 23:52:48 GMT -5
Post by cookie3rocks on Jul 8, 2004 23:52:48 GMT -5
And for goodness sake, pick up your tools. They will be your saving grace. And your wives as well. Put your energy were it will be appreciated, in your beautiful work. If not for now, in the future. The future is your gift to you, not the here and now. Your pain and frustration will become phenominal works of art. I'm done scolding, I only meant to inspire. Blessings to you both,
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Post by sandsman1 on Jul 9, 2004 0:14:43 GMT -5
hey doc my 2cents grab the first rock you see and make it shine,, it will take your mind off all the ugly out there and give you alittle peace of mind---seeya---john
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Post by docone31 on Jul 9, 2004 0:57:00 GMT -5
My wife and I had the opportunity to have a decent heart to heart with her mother. I was able to help my wife communicate her feelings without character assination. Her mother dropped some of the loopy rhetoric and actually recognized her daughter had feelings. There was no golden halo, some tears on my wife's part, I helped keep it from he said, she said, and there was a parting after a meeting on a common ground. There was no epiphany, just a feeling of being heard. Tonite, my wife went back to her bench. I have been teaching her lapidary, silversmithing, stone setting, soldering. She finished her first box ring. It has some amateur points, but, important but, she set a beautiful piece of sleeping beauty turquoise and the ring fits. Essentially it is made of five pieces of sterling silver. Two, one 64mm long, one 65mm long. These meet in the center at 6mm. The 64mm is the center band, the 65mm is the outer band. An outer plate is soldered, cut out, and the other side is soldered. An inner plate supports the stone. Our tools are in our hands again, our hands are covered with black from the silver. She finished it from beginning to start. Thank you all for letting me lament, weep, gnash teeth. We might be moving back to Floriduh. More people looking for art. Or maybe not. It might work out here. We will try for that first. You all let me put this load where it safely belonged. You were influential in helping me, and my wife live in the solution. We do not know the answer yet, but I believe peace and understanding is around the corner. Tomorrow is another day however.
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llanago
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Post by llanago on Jul 9, 2004 1:00:56 GMT -5
Doc, your mother in law sounds much like my mom. She could be so mean and hateful and say things to my sis and I that just ripped our hearts out. When I graduated high school, I moved as far away from her as I could get and still be able to come home on weekends. Even then, we butted heads and she was sometimes a real monster. In her last years, she lived with my sister and her family (and made them miserable most of the time!) I lived in the same town, would go visit and if she was on one of her mean streaks, I would just leave. I always felt guilty that I could leave and my sis and them didn't have that option. I spent her last three days with her and was with her when she died. We were able to mend fences and, for that, I am reallly glad. It was only after she died that I learned that she had been severely traumatized when she was 6 or 7 by her two male cousins. Won't get into the trauma, it's not hard to figure out. She told my dad, but never told my sis and I. She did tell my cousin about it a few years before she died, and my cousin told us when she came up here when mom got so sick. Once I found out what had happened to her and realized that she had carried that shame and guilt all her life, it was easy to understand why she sometimes behaved so badly. It just broke my heart that she was never able to overcome the guilt and be free of that burden. It might have made all our lives so much different. I guess the moral of this story is that sometimes there is a dark secret buried so deep in one's soul that they are unable to come to terms with that it taints their entire life and causes them to do and say things that aren't always nice. And, for you and Shorty, in case no one has ever said thank you for your service and sacrifice in Viet Nam - thank you! It breaks my heart when I hear Vets talk about how they were treated when they came home. I was/am seriously anti-war, but I NEVER felt/feel anger and/or disgust for the soldiers that serve. I save all that for the politicians that send young men and now, young women, to the other side of the world to shed blood in a war based on lies and deceit. (Some things never change!) I remember sitting up all night and watching the soldiers get off the plane on American soil and was so thankful they were coming home and so sad for those that didn't. If anyone would have told me as I watched those soldiers that they would be spat upon, called names, shunned, have rocks thrown at them, etc. I would have thought it impossible and insane. The first time I actually saw it, I nearly went beserk. I had to use every bit of restraint I had not to smash a lady in the face. If I saw somebody spit on a soldier today, I probably would smash their face! I was alot nicer when I was in my 20's than I am now! Doc, 6'6" and 315 lbs! You're just a little fella, ain't ya! I would have never imagined you as being such a big guy! I pictured you about 5'10" and skinny as a rail! llana
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Post by docone31 on Jul 9, 2004 1:24:46 GMT -5
Llana, I used to be 6'6" and 165. I found the gym and steroids. Miracle grow!!!! I ended up with Mike Katz as my personal trainer. I am in a background photo with Ahnold, Dave Platz, Lee Haney in the foreground in Muscle and Fitness. In peak form, back then I weighed 364 lbs. I still wear a 34" waist, have an 18" neck. I have to sleep on the floor. I used to look like Herman Munster in a blazer. My hair is still down to my belt. Ah the '80's. I broke my neck and was in a body cast for 22 months, an halo for 14. I got into lapidary arts as I cannot feel my hands. People gave up. I would migrate back to my corrugated hotel and just practice wire wrapping. It helped me get some dexterity back. A crafter watched me for a while and showed me some tricks and gave me my first batch of wire. I wrapped a fossilized sharks tooth, sold it on the street for 15$ and bought my first meal in a long time. Today, I have an internet connection, a faceter, lapidary machines. I have had a shop in Key West, Ft. Lauderdale Fl, Portland Oregon. Today, I have people like us in our lives and I'll tell ya. I needed it. I needed it badly. You have helped me, my wife, and her mother. Sounds sappy but it came together today for just a moment. Maybe that is all we have. Maybe it will never happen again. Today it did, Thank you.
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Jul 9, 2004 17:44:25 GMT -5
Post by krazydiamond on Jul 9, 2004 17:44:25 GMT -5
this thread made me cry earlier, that is either a good thing or not......... getting old sucks, KD
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llanago
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Jul 9, 2004 18:30:55 GMT -5
Post by llanago on Jul 9, 2004 18:30:55 GMT -5
I used to be 6'6" and 165 l
AAAAhhhh. you were skinny as a rail! I knew it! ;D
I used to go to the gym and keep up with all the weight lifters. My goal was to look like Rachael McLish(?) I think that's her name. She was so beautifully sculpted, but not too muscular. Never quite got there, but I did have some nice muscles and was strong as an ox. Now I'm just an old bag of flab! ;D Not really, I do still have some muscle tone, but not like when I was young.
I got into lapidary arts as I cannot feel my hands.
Well, my excuse of having big, ole, clunky hands so it is really hard for me to wire wrap just went flying out the window! Next time I just give up because I can't get my hands to work that wire right, I will think of you and just keep trying! No more "clunky hands" excuses!
So glad you are in better spirits today and glad we could all be of some help. That's what friends are for - even though if we passed on the street, we wouldn't even know each other! Isn't that weird. We all form wonderful bonds of friendship with folks the live hundreds of miles away and we don't even know what they look like face to face, but they are our friends and we value them. the internet is truly an amazing and wonderful thing!
llana
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Jul 9, 2004 19:01:55 GMT -5
Post by sandsman1 on Jul 9, 2004 19:01:55 GMT -5
YOU SAID IT WOMAN ----errr llana sorry got carried away hahahaha
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Jul 9, 2004 19:06:18 GMT -5
Post by hermatite on Jul 9, 2004 19:06:18 GMT -5
You're so right llana...in fact I married a friend I made on the internet...the best and smartest thing I've ever done. The bond we all develop is impossible to describe to other people too...my parents thought I'd gone mad when I said I was meeting a man from the internet. And they thought it again at my wedding when they said "who's that...?" and I wasn't quite sure which internet friend it was who'd made the journey to see us marry because i'd never seen their face And the fact that we can reach out to each other with no physical knowledge of each other speaks volumes for the human species I think. and if you ever meet a woman with a cheerful expression and a sand dune tattoo'd prominently, that'll be me.
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shorty
spending too much on rocks
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Jul 9, 2004 19:21:36 GMT -5
Post by shorty on Jul 9, 2004 19:21:36 GMT -5
hi all ha doc i was wondering do you have trouble getting in the airports with all the steel in you . i still have 35 peaces in my right arm. and it sure gets hard now days through some . its funney sometimes people can get guns and knives through but i cant get my arm throu hahaha my grand kids call mettel grandpaw cause i can put a magnet on my arm and it stayes . shorty
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Jul 9, 2004 20:48:22 GMT -5
Post by docone31 on Jul 9, 2004 20:48:22 GMT -5
Shorty, I cannot fly. Not only can I not get through the detectors, my head subluxes off C1 and slides off the vertebrate. I mean, I couldn't get onboard before 911. The O2 at the 16,000 ft preset, puts me asleep. I have to manually pop my head back into joint. It freaks my wife out. Llana. My third ex, another ectorphic monkey lady, had the opportunity to meet Rachael and get some pointers. Rachael is a real sweet heart. She does not have the Cory voice and does not run out of gas. My third ex had 13" biceps, said De's Dem's Do's and we had very little outside of the gym. It didn't last. I did love those biceps though. We fought a lot because I wanted her to wear a skirt. She worked her legs and abs hard and looked great in a do me skirt. The old days. We competed and took fifth in the Mr and Ms Olympia competition. I do not look like that now, let me assure you. Shorty, I set off alarms going into Walmart! Try that one sometime. I cannot feel my hands because I broke my neck. Breaking my neck also took care of all the chronic pain I had for years. My only relief back then was to almost live in the gym, 6hrs a day, 5 to 6 days a week. My diet on miracle grow was hideous! Proteins, carbs, lift lift lift. Boiled chicken, tuna on elbow macaroni. I started late so I had to really watch my diet to become the freak of nature I became. I used to watch Lou Ferigno train on Big Macs, six at a time, and pump iron. I was bigger than him when we stood together.
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Jul 9, 2004 21:37:05 GMT -5
Post by cookie3rocks on Jul 9, 2004 21:37:05 GMT -5
Hey Doc and Llana, In my 20's I took up weight training in a big way. I tried to open the garage door manualy one day and hurt myself, I said "this is rediculous, I should be able to do this". (Little did I know, the old wooden door had absorbed moisture over the years and weighed 400#) I didn't aspire to be Rachel, I wanted to look like Cory. I worked out only with free weights, no machines, in a gym where there was only one other women. So I set my goals unatainably high, watching the men. I, too, had 13 inch biceps. (Didn't realise till now that might be impressive). My Legs just wouldn't develop like my upper body but I refused to use steroids, I wanted to keep it real. Just as I was preparing for my first compatiyion, I had a car wreck and broke 2 bones in my right hand. At the time I was a hairstylist and the doctor told me not to lift for at least a year. After I healed I did lift again, but never to the extent I did before. I still have some tone and still have 9 inch biceps, and I can pull a pose, when I want to feel better about my age. And I don't have to ask a man (God forbid) to do something for me most of the time. I ate tuna fish till I thought gills would form. And baked potatoes. I was 5'8", 135, and 8% body fat at peak. AHHH, the good old days... cookie
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shorty
spending too much on rocks
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Jul 9, 2004 21:56:25 GMT -5
Post by shorty on Jul 9, 2004 21:56:25 GMT -5
hi all sounds like you all had some prety good times . as for me i grou up in the streets of detroit went to the marines at 18 got blue up at 19 then my life kinda went to hell after that. and the older we get the worse it it gets shorty
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Jul 17, 2004 21:44:55 GMT -5
Post by sandsman1 on Jul 17, 2004 21:44:55 GMT -5
hey doc --is there such a thing as a 1200 belt i dont find any listed and i think i need another step befor polish --what grits do you use on reguler rocks like japer and the like i been doin 100--220--400-600- then polish
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