Author Topic: ...Izee's Thread  (Read 560555 times)

Offline MageNathaniel1

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2257
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #735 on: June 07, 2021, 09:01:34 AM »
a lovely memory to be sure

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #736 on: June 10, 2021, 02:35:43 PM »
...Back when Izee' was a Panther, she would lead her Lair all over Gor.  Somehow, she made it to Scagnar, but she had been "half civilized" by a Man.  She and her Lair, however, were never successful in an ambush, the prey, somehow, heard them preparing for the attack... :o

...https://www.bing.com/videos/search?view=detail&mid=44136372BB7161A6592E44136372BB7161A6592E&q=ride+of+the+valkyries&shtp=GetUrl&shid=e7b949c5-04fd-4900-a427-30927c563351&shtk=TWV0cm9wb2xpdGFuIE9wZXJhIE9yY2hlc3RyYSDigJMgV2FnbmVyOiBSaWRlIG9mIHRoZSBWYWxreXJpZXMgLSBSaW5nIChPZmZpY2lhbCBWaWRlbyk%3D&shdk=V2FnbmVyJ3MgUmluZyBwcmVzZW50cyB0aGUgdWx0aW1hdGUgY2hhbGxlbmdlIGZvciBhbnkgb3BlcmEgY29tcGFueSwgYW5kIHRoZSBOZXcgWW9yayBNZXRyb3BvbGl0YW4gT3BlcmEncyBuZXcgcHJvZHVjdGlvbiBvZiBEZXIgUmluZyBkZXMgTmliZWx1bmdlbiwgdW52ZWlsZWQgYmV0d2VlbiAyMDEwIGFuZCAyMDEyIGFuZCBzdGFycmluZyBzb21lIG9mIHRoZSBncmVhdGVzdCBXYWduZXJpYW4gc2luZ2VycyBvZiB0b2RheSwgaXMgYW1vbmcgdGhlIG1vc3QgYW1iaXRpb3VzIFJpbmcgc3RhZ2luZ3MgZXZlciBtb3VudGVkLiBBbHJlYWR5IHNlZW4gYnkgb3ZlciBhIG1pbGxpb24gcGVvcGxlIGluIHRoZSAuLi4%3D&shhk=Xfp8ceZk2Pz8gb%2B9FsjI6tPg6OuwoZ3NaC91SOtQ%2FOM%3D&form=VDSHOT&shth=OSH.DMBuKMrHJYJnqN7cmA1X%252Fw

...I never could understand how the vocal majors could sing so loud, and clear.  My alto would turn into a screech when I got enthusiastic, except once.  The Sorority I belonged to were singing at a memorial service, and I was subdued...but my voice was very clear...and they let me lead.  (I was elected President of the Sorority the next year.  To a Music Sorority, an aria is a campaign speech, I found out.)

...I am watching Fox News, I kinda like it, and I am also having a nice snack.  I am kinda laughing, the three women are wearing TALL STILETTO HEELS!!!   :o :P :o  Those DAMN things do turn men on, I found out.  A roommate in college got me to put on a tall pair, and pointed out how they made me push my low back forward, for balance, which pushed me breasts forward and my butt backwards, which made me look 'sexy and elegant'.  The 'soon to be boyfriend' REALLY smiled when I minced out.    He was happy when I took his arm, I needed it for balance.   ::)

...Later in the year, I practiced walking on the damn things, my ankles got stronger, and my sense of balance improved.  So I got where I could spend an evening in them, with little discomfort, but I would quickly pull them off when I could. 

...Sometimes, my H would want me to wear the tall heels when we 'had fun'.  I usually went along, but had to be careful with what I did with my feet...I tore the hell out of the sheets, once.   ::)  Another time he was laying on his back, beside me, face up, and said "That was great, how was it for you?"  I was laying face down, and grunted,,,"It was OK, now, GET THOSE DAMN HEELS OFF OF MY FEET."   >:( ::) >:(

...He had bought them for me, cute black pointed toe pumps with 6" stiletto heels, and they were a size TOO SMALL!!!!

...I had lied to him about my shoe size... :P :P :P

...I NEVER let him buy shoes for me, again.

Offline MageNathaniel1

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2257
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #737 on: June 10, 2021, 06:12:58 PM »
love your stories and life events

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #738 on: June 10, 2021, 06:38:20 PM »
...Rags did this to me...I thought he was going to make me the UBARA!!!!!!!   >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:(

How to Derive the Maximum Enjoyment from Crackers in Bed
Mason Williams, 1964

Speaking man to man the most important element in deriving the maximum enjoyment from crackers is the choice of a companion to help you enjoy them. She must be someone whom you admire. A beautiful woman, elegant and accustomed to sophistication, a woman whose company is a challenge to enlist, a woman that’s hard to get.

In approaching the companion that is going to help you enjoy the crackers, it is best not to tell her of your intention; let it be a surprise to her. Be charmingly mysterious, saying only that you are going to do something currently different. If she accepts your invitation, proceed in making the following arrangements.

Reserve two hotel rooms for the same night in two different hotels; one a single room in a skid-row flop house, and the other, a suite of rooms in the finest hotel in town. If you do not own an expensive car, make arrangements to have one at your disposal for the evening.

On the day of the occasion, a few hours before you are to pick her up, purchase several heads of lettuce, romaine, endive, fresh spinach, etc.; several pounds of fresh ripe tomatoes, cucumbers, celery, olives, green onions, and so forth. In other words, whatever ingredients you would choose to make an attractive salad. Finally, you must also purchase five gallons each of the following dressings: Roquefort, French, Russian, Thousand Island, and Vinegar & Oil.

Take these ingredients to the room at the skid-row hotel. Pull back the covers on the bed and make a four or five inch layer of salad that covers the entire surface of the bed, tossing the salad well with your hands. Pull the covers back over the salad and re-make the bed. Be sure there is no salad on the floor. Place the twenty-five gallons of dressing in the closet.

With the above accomplished, proceed to dress for the evening. Dress as though you were a waiter or a wine captain in an expensive restaurant, but leave doubt as to whether or not this is what your attire really suggests. The doubt is, of course, a personal matter. When you are dressed, and all of the necessary arrangements have been made, proceed to pick up your date.

When you call for her, create an air of wistful mystery. however, try not to make your mystery dark and ominous; keep it light and taunting. If she asks you what is planned for the evening, it is very effective to look into her eyes, smile faintly, but say nothing, and then look away.

Drive casually to the flop house. Make interesting conversation; keep her wondering; answer her questions about what you are going to do with only, “You’ll see.”

When you arrive at the flop house, take her quickly to the room you have rented. Once inside the room, ask her this question: “By the way, what salad dressing do you prefer?” When she has told you, go into the bathroom and drape a small hand towel over your forearm (a la fancy waiter). Return to the room and pull back the covers on the bed to display the crisp green salad.

One of the high points of the evening is now at hand. You must coax her to lie down in the bed. She may possibly reject such a notion at first, and may even attempt to leave. Reason with her adroitly. One of the finest points of argument to convince her is that it is perfectly all right is “salads are good for you.” If she is still hesitant, you can even go so far as to chide her for not being adventuresome. Whatever you do, get her in that bed; get tough if you have to, but get her in that bed!

After she is in the bed, go to the closet and take out the five gallons of her choice of dressing, and with great flair, pour it over her entire body. She will probably make some remarks like: “What is the meaning of this ridiculous tableau? Are you mad, you crazy son-of-a-bitch!” Enjoy them.

When you have emptied the entire five gallons of dressing on her, snap your fingers and say “Crackers!” Begging her forgiveness, explain that you have forgotten the crackers. Tell her that you will have to run to the store, and for her not to move a muscle.

Race out of the flop house, drive swiftly to a store and buy a small box of saltines. Do not buy fancy crackers. When you have purchased them, drive to the fine hotel in which you have rented a suite of rooms. Go directly up to your suite, place the box of crackers on the nightstand beside the bed, take your clothes off, and get into bed. Turn the lights off, settle down, and nibble on the crackers one by one. You will derive a maximum enjoyment from them.

Offline MageNathaniel1

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2257
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #739 on: June 10, 2021, 08:20:03 PM »
quite the elaborate plan there

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #740 on: June 10, 2021, 10:04:30 PM »
...I didn't have much fun, Nate... ;D  But it was one of my most interesting 'Dates'...I did have a few others...but WON'T TELL

...One challenge I have in life, is that I don't just do what I am told.  In school, I did what interested me, my elementary school grades were not very good, because I just didn't care.  If a subject interested me, I would delve into into it, and screw what the Teacher expected.  We had an assignment about 'rocks' in 4th grade, and my Grandfather on my Mothers' side helped me.  I showed up in class wearing a filthy hat, a rockpick, and samples I had gathered, of the basic types of rocks...Sedentary, Igneous...etc.  I got cut off very quickly...I was ready to lecture for an hour over where I had found them, and what they were.

...I did somewhat of the same thing in Jr H.S.  For some reason, although I was placed in the higher level, I sat last chair in the class.  The teacher announced that she would rank us where she thought we should sit.  So, I sat in the last chair, and some other girls teased me, and I got depressed...but angry...

...One of the assignments was to memorize a poem, and recite it.  I looked through the book, and thought about what the Teacher thought of me.  She had spoken of a girl, a few years earlier, who recited a long poem, and got aupplause.  I memorized 'Casey Jones'...it is a very long poem, and is about the legendary Engineer.  I got up, last, because I was sitting in last place.  The others had recited poems of about 16 stanzas...and I had snorted under my breath.

...I got called up, and stood in front of the class...and my mind went blank...The girl sitting in the 1st chair, who had the book open, recited..."Come all you rounders"...

...My mind woke up, and I continued..."If you want to hear, a tale about a brave engineer"...I kept going, I was relaxed and recited the poem...and then I got to the chorus part that was between several lines...there was a song about it...and so I sang and danced as I recited...

...Casey Jones, gonna reach Frisco
...Casey Jones, or we'll all be dead
...Casey Jones, gonna reach Frisco
...Casey Jones, or we'll all be dead

...I finished the entire poem from memory, sometimes standing and looking at the class, other times singing and dancing around.

...The teacher just STARED at me as I walked back to my last seat in the class...and...after the class aupplauded, I did recite "Hark, hark, the dogs do bark, the beggers are coming to town.  Some are in rags, some are in tags, and one is in a velvet gown."  That was the poem that would get you a pass in the class.

...I placed very high in H.S., and NONE of the people that that teacher thought were smarter than me were ahead.   ;D

Offline MageNathaniel1

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2257
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #741 on: June 10, 2021, 10:46:42 PM »
good memory and quick thinking

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #742 on: June 11, 2021, 12:50:00 AM »
...Changes last line to...

..."Gonna reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead..."

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #743 on: June 11, 2021, 03:16:08 AM »
...Another nice memory... :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

...I got to be able to play the cello very well in HS...my 'manic' stage of my illness kicked in...and I practiced for hours every day.  (And attended school, earned A's and ate and washed every day).  I was hired a few times to play my cello in musical pit orchestras.  That was a BLAST!!!   ;D  We were below the audience, and so we dressed comfortably, and shared food.  The intermission was kind of fun, there were always young children who would run from the audience, and lean over the rail and look down at us.  I would be chewing on a bisquit, and look back up at them...As 1st cello I was sitting to the right of the Conductor...so the kids would look at me and ask questions.  I would have fun, and ask them what was going on at the stage.   ::)  They would be surprised, and ask me..."Don't you KNOW?"  I would shake my head and say, "I don't know...I can't see what is going on."  They would proceed to tell me the story, and I would nod, and gently ask questions at times.  I would thank them as the lights dimmed, and settle my cello back between my legs.

...During one series of performances, I wouldn't stay in my seat, I would exit the pit through the back entrance, and come back with a full bottle of O.J. that I got the Confectioneers to give me, and share it with the string section.  (I was very 'cute' at that age, my big brown eyes could say a lot)  I was falling in love with the male lead...he was much older than me...but I DIDN'T CARE...I JUST LOVED HIS VOICE!!!!  :D :D :D :D :D

...One performance ended, and I walked out of the pit, and came face to face...WITH THE LEAD!!!!   :o :o :o :o :o  I said how much I enjoyed his singing...and he smiled, and looked at the bottle of O.J. I was holding...it was about 1/4 full...and smiled at me and said.  "I am very thirsty."  I handed him the bottle, he kissed my cheek, and took it with him as he walked away. 

...If I was older...and on B.C. Pills...I might have said...

..."I got more O.J. if you want..." 8)

...Not really, I have been chaste, before, and after, marriage.

...Here is the music...

...https://www.bing.com/videos/search?view=detail&mid=BFB84A03A9A3C0127D37BFB84A03A9A3C0127D37&q=carousel+musical&shtp=GetUrl&shid=2add2d54-3088-4bc9-86c2-42c64feed1ec&shtk=Q2Fyb3VzZWwgLSAxOTU2IC0gU29saWxvcXV5&shdk=VGhpcyBpcyBvbmUgb2YgR29yZG9uIE1hY1JhZSdzIGZpbmVzdCBtb21lbnRzIG9mIGFsbCB0aW1lLiBUaGlzIHNob3dzLCB0cnVseSwgd2hhdCBhIGZhbnRhc3RpYyB2b2ljZSBoZSBoYWQsIGFuZCBpcyBzdWNoIGEgdHJhZ2VkeSB0aGF0IGhlIGNvaW5jaWRlbnRseSBkaWVkIG9mIG1vdXRoIGNhbmNlci4gVGhpcyBpcyB0aGUgcGFydCB3aGVyZSBCaWxseSBoYXMganVzdCBmb3VuZCBvdXQgdGhhdCBKdWxpZSBpcyBwcmVnbmFudCB3aXRoIGhpcyBiYWJ5IGFuZCBoZSdzIHByZXBhcmVkIHRvIHRha2Ugb24gbGlmZSB0aHJlYXRlbmluZyBkZXNjaXNpb25zIHRoYXQgY2hhbmdlZCBoaXMgbGlmZSBmb3IgZXZlciAuLi4%3D&shhk=Kb8DE05ZUwBJOOHVgWsjcyI3FjO91LrkjmLutdKBkBA%3D&form=VDSHOT&shth=OSH.zadVi7SX0XE3NgMFhEfncA

Offline MageNathaniel1

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2257
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #744 on: June 11, 2021, 09:25:12 AM »
cool.  you have so many wonderful memories

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #745 on: June 11, 2021, 12:49:34 PM »
...Discovering GOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

...My Grandfather on my Mothers' side was an amazing man.  He had been in the Army, and the Navy, and had many interesting tales.  He took an interest in me, since I was very interested in science.  He would buy me kits that introduced me to various aspects of Chemistry, Biology, and other subjects.  He was a Mining Engineer at the time, and would prospect in the US and Mexico for gold mines.  I later learned that he was a HORRIBLE businessman, he would find a good claim, but would lose it because of bad decisions.  (DAMN!!!  If he had kept what he found, my Mother and I would now be living in a mansion on the Coast, and eating  lobster and steak every day).

...Once, he took me to a mine that was being worked.  I was excited, I had to put on a helmet and some kind of protective coat, and we went in.  It was LOUD, they were drilling, and rock was being carried out on a conveyor belt.  I saw the rock crushers, and the stuff that came out.   :)  Later, we walked around the property.  He told me what the rocks were, and which ones could possibly have gold.  I found an outcropping of quartz, and chipped at it with the rock hammer he had given me.  My eyes got wide as I broke off a piece, and I licked it to clean it off, and saw veins of gold running through it!!!   ;D ;D ;D  I ran to my Grandfather, and he looked it over, and said, "You can keep it, but this area is part of the Claim they are working."  I wanted to go back and 'work my claim', but he took me back to his car, and we left.

...That piece of quartz is still with me, in with all of my stuff that is in a storage facility.  When the time comes for me to fully move into this house, I will empty the storage unit, find the rock, and put it in a small glass case, and tell everyone that I discovered a gold mine...and that a skulldugger took it away from me.   :P

Offline MageNathaniel1

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2257
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #746 on: June 11, 2021, 07:47:02 PM »
love what you tell everyone about it lol   I lived in arkansas for a time and found many pieces of quartz there

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #747 on: June 12, 2021, 01:18:13 AM »
...My Grandfather would leave 'science toys' for me.   ;D

...I was in grammar school, and I woke up early and saw a small box sitting on the bed stand  beside me. I looked at it, and closed my eyes and went back to sleep.  I woke up again, opened one eye, looked at it, and went back to sleep.

...I wandered into the kitchen in the morning, in my bedclothes, wiping my eyes , and holding the box.  I asked my Mother who left the box, she just shrugged and got me to sit and eat my oatmeal.  I opened the box...and...it was...an experiment in...

...RADIOACTIVITY!!!!!!!!

...There was a piece of cardboard that had 'stuff' on it.  I made a 'cloud chamber', and wanted to do further experiments, but we didn't have the money to buy what was needed.

...Again, Grandpa helped raise me

Offline MageNathaniel1

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2257
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #748 on: June 12, 2021, 09:29:37 AM »
loved those old sci3nce kits they still have something similar where one can order a monthly kit for kids

Offline Izee

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 967
Re: ...Izee's Thread
« Reply #749 on: June 15, 2021, 06:01:35 PM »
...Welcome to California.... ??? ??? ??? :P :P :P....PLEASE OPEN A RETAIL BUSINESS... :'( :'( :'(

...On the Bay Area local news station, they showed a tape of a man in a CVS Pharmacy store who was filling a large plastic garbage bag with items from the drug Isle.  He had a 10-speed with him, and he rode out carrying the full bag.  The Store Security guard made a half hearted attempt to grab the bag, but did nothing else.  This is happening all over  the Bay Area.  It is because of INSANE laws passed by our Liberal politicians.  For instance, if you get caught trying to carry out merchandise that is worth less than $950, the police will just take it away from you and give you a citation.  Criminals just toss the citation away, and go to the next store.  If they aren't stopped, they walk a couple blocks away, and sell the stuff they stole.  The Idiot Politicians say that they have to pass such laws because the Police arrest too many people of color.  So, GUESS what is happening????????????    :o :o :o

...Businesses, including large Dept Stores, are closing down because they are losing thousands of dollars a day, and Liberal politicians are saying that poor people ought to be allowed to shoplift in order to support their families.  Gee, last I looked, we have welfare, food stamps, and a lot of charitable organizations that provide food, clothing, and housing for the poor.  Also, these policies are killing minority owned businesses that are in the poorer areas. 

...When I was growing up, I had a few classmates who went to Juvi Hall for trying to steal a candy bar.  A number of years ago, I set off the alarm when I was exiting a Dept store, and two large men descended on me.  I handed them the bag, and walked back and forth through the detector to show that I wasn't carrying anything. They checked through the bag, and located an item that had an alarm that hadn't been deactivated by the cashier.  They were polite, and I went on my way.  I am sure that if that item wasn't on the sales receipt, I would have been detained, and charges pressed.

...Car burglaries are going through the roof, the SAME YOUNG MAN was caught and ARRESTED SIX TIMES...in ONE day for breaking into cars by breaking a side window.  Word has gotten out among the Criminal element, and the young immature people who see theft as a game to play, that nothing will happen to you.  They don't care if businesses shut down, owners who spent their lives and personal finances starting a small business go bankrupt, and people who need and want jobs can't find one.

...When family matters allow me to move, I will get out of this State, with the type of people the Liberal politicians are importing, it won't get any better...and with the future things the IDIOTS want to do...it will get worse.   >:( :o :P :'(

...I think that I will move to Las Vegas.   ;D  My Fathers side of the Family had a Ranch and Dairy outside of Las Vegas, and a major street is named after them.  I am one of those women who didn't adopt my H last name, so it will be kind of fun to live on a street that has my name.  If people ask me if I was somehow related to Vegas, I will get grouchy, and say "Yes, we did own all of this area until the Mafia came in...they made my Great Great Grandfather a deal that he couldn't refuse."

...So, again, all of you people who live in sane States, do carefully look at Californians who move near you.  I suspect that most will be like me, just wanting to live comfortably, and minding our own business, but there are those who really believe that their ideas of politics and how to live should be adopted by everyone else.  I once advised a school board on legal matters, and I couldn't believe the things that teachers and parents insisted we do.   :P