Hartwell 2001 Guest Book
“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” ~ Charles Dickens
“I was hungry and you gave me something to eat. I was thirsty, and you gave me something to drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me in. I was naked, in need of clothing, and you gave them to me. I was sick. And you took care of me. I was in prison, and you came to visit me.”
~Matthew 25:35-36
What can I say? It was a Frankfurt party with all of the chaotic exhilaration, decadent excess, amazing talent, awesome music, social tension and intrigue I remember from my youth. This wasn’t no Disneyland ride – this was life, and some paid a little more than others for the trip. But like the troopers they are, the Frankfurt loyal rose to the occasion and helped their suffering comrades. The incarcerated were sprung from their confinement. The physically and emotionally wounded nursed their pain with music, food, drink and a lot of big hugs. The band rocked. The people danced. The police came and were so impressed they wished us well.
As you’ve probably guessed by now, I’m feeling just a little melancholy. I’m spent. But just like the other Hartwells, I will never forget this week full of old friends and new; people I will love for the rest of my life. But that’s just one person’s experience. What the hell did you think? Leave us a note. ~Woody
Just reliving my past...hee, hee...this hartwell rocked.
I left my liver in Hartwell. Can you guys keep it well hydrated for me. I know I can count on this crowd to do the job. Have a great time, Bada-bing
I miss you guys already and it isn't even Hartwell Sech yet!!! I'm so bummed!
Spencer and Kevin Hill FAHS 74-77 Giessen Germany
Go FAHS!!!!1
FYI -- Last Wednesday was the "Three Months Till Hartwell" landmark. Wait a minute, I know of at least two Frankfurters who have birthdays in March <oh, go ahead, ask> so that makes two months. Ooops, wait, someone else has a birthday in April <twist my arm>, so I guess that makes it one month till Hartwell. Damn, I forgot, May doesn't count since that's the month of the party. See you guys thre in a few minutes. <g>
Love, HQ
don't you worry your little heads about this web page, it's died and it's ok... it will be reborn, just as the new year is annually, as soon as we have a new and exciting time at the Lake, meeting and greeting our old and new friends... so don't fret... it will only be a little while, and these pages will be filled to overflowing with tales and poems, love won, love lost, friends found and stories galore!! Be patient, By HQ's account "One more month til Hartwell" Hugs, Savi
Cal, can I please smooch with you at the lake? heard your divorced now?
Hey hey, my my, rock & roll will never die
Keep it safe for me until next year. ;)
Hope you find your heart. Do you think it will be there this year?
I left my heart in Hartwell!
Change is a good thing...
What a lucky Teddy Bear. I'm sure he's going to love every minute of it.
When I get to lake hartwell, I'm gonna grab my big teddy bear, snuggle him and love him.
Aaahhh, Lake Hartwell, don't let it come to this...
Woody!!! say it aint so!
MP and MP Wanna Be, We need your help here before we loose this message board. We need your eloquent words to mend broken hearts and give us hope.
I agree MP needs to return
MP - - - -Valentines Day is approaching, got any of your special poems coming to remind us how wonderful love is.
To my bestest friend, the one who owns my heart..I miss you so much. The distance between us really aches on nights like this. You're my breath, I'm suffocating with the absence of you.
Your friend who travels with you on the 'unknowing' road of life.
One Hundred and Three more days until Hartwell! Yahooo! Even less if you don't count weekends and birthdays! haha Hugs, Savi
That is the last thing I tell my children when I tuck them bed at night.
No matter what you say. No matter what you do. My heart is always filled with love for you. Happy Valentines Day!
I need a love poem, where is MP?
Well, look at this way; as the military brats we are, we just pick up and find a new home. After all, home is where the heart is...:-)
So where will Home be ? I'm gonna miss the original PHQ, sigh..... Hugs, Savi
Hartwell...sitting around the bonfire..to get you all in the mood! Sitting around, trashed, watching people trying like hell to climb up the hill, which earlier in the day, wasnt that hard. But for some reason, when it gets dark...the hill gets steeper. <I dont know, just cant figure out the dynamics of darkness vs lightness> Oh and lets not forget, during the day at PHQ. Visiting, behaving, water and pop on the drink menu, when all of a sudden, never fails...that same damn hill, begins to roll under at least one persons chair...and well...the birth of tumblers begins. Gosh, I'm gonna miss PHQ!
We are all so gay.....mmm mmm mmmm
Sure you can Play! ........Tag Your It....close your eyes,count to ten and try and find me. When you tag me, you have to blow me! Then I'll be it. hehehehe We can make up more rules as we go along. Soooo Wanna Play?
Hey! I heard sombody was getting blown in here....can I play?
Was that when my hands were on my breast? Just curious! I am trying to visualize which picture.
your hand - I saw it in a picture and I traced the lining of your fingers
a sensation overcame me as I sighed - wishing it was touching me now
LOL @ Schmitzie!
I live for the moment When I die a small death In your arms
Or the gates of hell.....LOL
Heres the deal, I aint blowing nobody!! So, lets move on to say....some more poetry, devotions of love, hartwell excitement, bonfire stories..
And then when we are all done, I will blow the damn fire out. ~schmitzie
Once she blows, you are sure to be soaring through the gates of heaven. ~can't get enough, can't get enough!
Has it come down to a whole weekend of this?
Blow Me and I'll Blow You! ;)
blow me, blow me!
Hey Dave! Come quick! Look at this...Schmitzie's blowing somebody!
~Woody
Here, let me blow my sweet soft breath, and start the wind for you. ~~~~schmitzie
To a very dear and sweet Schmitzie - Someone wants to tell you that they want to let go, but are afraid of hurting you.
Dedicated to an angel: (Evening Whispers)
The room is cold
The walls are dark
As you clench your fists
Looking for an escape
Just close your eyes
Where the room becomes warm
The walls drip with passion
And you can hear
His evening whispers
And feel them on your skin
Dennis share your baby doll with Woody. He doesnt ask for much. <And imagine the pictures we can get when he isnt looking>
My next Hartwell will not be complete if I don't enjoy a long leisurely bubble bath with that sweet huggable doll. Hey who has my baby? Does anybody know where she's gone? Which one of you man-children is holding on to her?
~Woody
She is the best prop on stage at the Saturday Night Kegger. My vote is she stays.
Ms. Blow up Doll is an honorary Frankfurt Chick. So keep her out of the closet, Damn it!
Oh no..I like that blow up doll. I've had my fingers in her. She does not belong in the closet, she is oh so soft!!
Do you want the blow up doll to become a closet case? ;)
Yeah, guess thats a girlfriend that is better kept in the closet. shut her up that way, eh?
Don't be messing with Dennis's girlfriend. Lisa will get pissed if you pop her. hehehe
I know baby, it was the blow up doll that fascinated that bubble bath. <giggle>
Hey schmitzie that wasn't me...I would never tell haha! Karo
Lisa -- I think you should post that in the main guestbook as well. ~Woody
Hey folks. This is the final call.
If you are planning on attending Hartwell Sechs, and have not already sent in your downpayment, please (1) e-mail me to let me know if you are coming and (2) send in your downpayment. Houses will soon be rented, and we will only rent houses based on the responses and downpayments we have received.
If you need to speak with me, rather than e-mail, do not hesitate to contact me at the following phone numbers:
Weekday (412-297-4671) Evening and Weekends: (412-341-8223)
Come on guys. It's gonna be another great year!!
HQ (worsing@aol.com)
Hey Karo...tell us about it! <giggling Schmitzie> Details....we want details!!
Hey, anybody game for a bubble bath at the Kegger House? Now there are some stories!! haha
Forever lost in you
Love, Blessings, Prayers and Hugs to Elizabeth and David today. Hope all goes well David...Love, Carolynn
(I'll start this and everyone else join in with their thoughts...this could be fun...LOL)
Hartwell Sechs is where we wanna be.....
There is a girl named Lisa, she is the hartwell queen. And to her left, sits a man named Ron, who is a real good cook.
And by the fire is Woody, playing his guitar, and to his left are all the women, who want to climb his tree.
There is a Clapton Concert, but Schmitzie wants to sleep, and to her left is Peter, who wants to see her dance.
Oh Hartwell Sechs has blow jobs, they line up at the door. And with a yelp, a screaming orgasm; is standing next in line.
<next?>
Now THAT folks is a Hartwell story. Eagerly awaiting Part II. Love, HQ
Lake Hartwell 2001 Pt 1
Well, 20 and some years have gone by, and I've not seen hide nor hair of my sister... not a sister by birth mind you, but a sister tested by fire of friendship through many miles, many years and many tears. My story begins at the Atlanta airport... I am waiting what seemed like eons for her to pick me up at the airport, and all I know is that I'm to look for a lady driving a pickup with red unruly hair. I'm not so sure I'd recognize my sister as I'm positive we've both changed so much! After 90 minutes staring at the cracks in the pavement, smiling at kids passing by I hear in the most thick Kentucky accent "Hey girl, you wanna get laid?" There is no mistaking it... my sister has arrived!! I yell "Hell yeah!" but never meant it... The guy behind me starts to laugh his ass off. I usually care what people think, but not this time, I'm going to Hartwell! She helps me get my stuff to the truck and then we give each other a really long boob-squishing hug that we hope can help make up for all those years apart. We take off for her red headed friend's house and begin to talk about the "good ole days" and how much trouble we got into. And how I usually didn't get caught, which was just pure luck! It’s amazing what you remember and what others remember for you. Some things I think we block out on purpose. How do you make up 20 years in less than 5 days? I didn't know but we sure were going to try. We got out the beer and we decided to split one and I got so giggly and stupid. I reminded myself I was no drinker. The night went quickly and we got up the next day eager to make our way to the Lake. We were off to an adventure of a life time! Hugs, Patty Pt II may be long time coming
ROTFLMAO
Rudolph, the red nosed Eagle, had a very shiny cork. And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows. All of the other Eagles, played and danced nekkid in the lake. They wouldn't let poor Rudolph, come and cork their pretty face. Then one foggy Hartwell night, Santa came to say.."Rudolph with your cork so black, won't you cork your mates tonight". Then all the other Eagles, grabbed a bottle of their stroh. Rudolph the Red Nosed Eagle..you'll never get us, don't you know!
Oh...12 Days was a Woody post. Forgot to sign my name. Wouldn't want M.P. to get all the credit <grin>
Woody
LOL! I love the 12 days of Hartwell poem. Too funny!
"A boat ride across the lake… 2 Frankfurt yearbooks 3 Tiki torches 4 Big joints 5 Skinny dippers 6 Bags of ice 7 Shots of Stroh 8 Blow Jobs!!! 9 Fireworks 10 Bands a Rockin' 11 Kegs of Bier 12 Frankfurt Hotties" and 13 Screaming Orgasms! Just thought I would add my 13 cents worth. Happy Holidays everyone, Bada_Bing
Patty, still waiting for your story. Put a rush on it will ya! XOXO Bada-Bing
On the first day of Hartwell, my lover gave to me…
A boat ride across the lake… 2 Frankfurt yearbooks 3 Tiki torches 4 Big joints 5 Skinny dippers 6 Bags of ice 7 Shots of Stroh 8 Blow Jobs!!! 9 Fireworks 10 Bands a Rockin' 11 Kegs of Bier 12 Frankfurt Hotties
Anybody got a good poem while we wait?
Well, I'm trying to make the story funny, but there are only a few spots that make me grin.... I'll see what I can do Woody, Hugs, Patty
Schmitzie snuggles in for a nice warm story by the fire.
Probably not Patty - I'm having too much fun helping M.P. format his/her poems. But I'm waiting anxiously to hear your story. Here, let me throw another log on the fire... Tell us a good one - make me laugh.
Love ya,
Woody
Will you be next Woody? Patty
OK, I'll be telling a Hartwell story as soon as I get my thoughts in order.... don't want to leave any good part out! LOL Hugs, PattY not i
So tell us a story Patti
The poetry isn't stopping people from posting more traditional Hartwell notes. Frankly, if it wasn't for the poetry, this thing would've died a long time ago. ~Woody
Jewels = Children
BTW, what was the reference to resting jewels at night? Savi
Could we please send our poetry to the Scribe? I'd like to hear more about Hartwell and such.... any takers? Anyone also iterested? Savi
With nails so sharp, it tears at my heart, to find the perfect place, to rest my jewels at night. My tears become rain, my sighs become wind, and my smile is the sunshine that battles the storm.
As the evening came to another fall, I heard the pitter patter of footsteps, from down the hall. She must have heard the rain, which came from my room, and with the breeze of love...she opened the door.
With her eyes so pretty - the color of blue, she looks up and asks me, will I be okay. It's the light to the darkness and answers to the question, which kept me from drowning in a raging current.
She looks for comfort, staring into my eyes. Her hopes and her trust, lie here in my touch. Her love for me, it touches so deep, her heart has a hunger that I need to feed......
Come here, and let me softly kiss you, I'll hold your hand and sweetly touch you. It's your little eyes and innocent cries, your contagious giggles and silly wiggles....that help wash away the torrents of rain.
Look up at me, my treasured jewel - I've opened the windows to my comforting eyes. I'll always catch you, you'll never fall, and I'll always hold you while blocking the wind.
The rain will not get you, the storm will not touch you, for I have an umbrella, it's my hand don't you see...to shelter and love you, and bring you no pain.
The colors of life are the seasons of feelings, and the hope of tomorrow is right here in my heart. These storms that I feel will someday be, only yesterday's pain. And with the help of the sun; I'll show you the rainbow, that follows the rain.
"Is there a pot of gold at the end of your rainbow"......"I'm sorry baby, but that just couldn't be...because all the gold is right here in you."
And with a sweet soft touch and a warm embrace, the rain had ended for the night at least.
yeah - I know my "pass the stroh" was very moving and most creative - thank you Woody for your kind words!!!!<g> love, Ayse
I never stop being amazed by the people who contribute to this guestbook. The depth of love and creativity in these expressions move me. You guys rock! ~Woody
Dreaming...dreaming...
Blue and deep
Hearing whispers in my sleep
Feel lips and arms and hands and teeth
Stars touch water
Like sparks on skin
Holding him close I breathe him in
Lonely, lonely the day has been
Lovers dancing
In delight
Pirouetting through the night
And sadly part at morning light
I'll slip again
Into his embrace
And rain soft kisses upon his face
When we meet anon at the Dreaming Place
Well, I think we need to begin telling some more Hartwell Stories, what do you think Ayse? Perhaps if we could get one of our story tellers in here to begin, we could go into the depths of our memories and come out with some great stuff! Hugs, Savi
Hey folks. If you haven't already contacted me regarding your plans for attending Hartwell Sechs, please do. We are already in the planning stages. Woo hoo! HQ (worsing@aol.com)
it's gone all sooooo quite in here again - my christmas wish is that this place livens up abit!!!! pass the stroh......love Ayse
Folks, I've posted a link to http://anyservicemember.navy.mil/ at the front page, please check it out and consider sending a holiday greeting this year. The kids out there will really appreciate it. ~Prez
The heart whispers without names and blows in the breeze to the one that is listening.
Yes, but people know who I am!! That is the difference. Savi
Savita, you questioned the poems, but have written one yourself. Atta girl!! Welcome to the wall and all its writings of Hartwell Love.
a note scrawled on the right wall is more secure than email, and faster, too!
Just a peace I'm working on, it needs refinement, MC? Give me some help or an opinion.
Out of the Ashes
Out of the Ashes Comes a Hero He is an Eagle Flying free He is You, He is Me.
From out of the ashes comes strength and resolve To not let them win Let us begin Rising out of the ashes.
Patty 25 Nov. 01
Well, I thought this guestbook was dead months ago and boy was I mistaken!! I do see however a bit of disagreement, just as family do.... I hope all can make up by the time we get to the Lake, and who cares where the Party is, as long as WE know where it is. As for the Love Poems, well, we do have a Scribe, and there is always e-mail, so I wonder, why they chose to put their poems here instead? I think we need to get down to Hartwell Sechs! So much to do, so little time. Only 3 more months according to HQ and that's not long to throw such a wonderful party! I can't wait to see you all at the Lake and know that your smiling faces will be there welcoming and to see how you have fared this past tumultuous (sp) year. I hope I find you all well. Savi
I want to be inducted into the Notching Hall of Fame! Santa can you please help me?
Let's see.....I want a cook, a maid, a babysitter for when my kids get sick, and a BMW, convertible. Silver, with a black top. And the missing piece to my puzzle that I was trying to put together. <grin>
Hartwellians,
It's time to post our Christmas Wishes. What do you want?
Ayse, the Pook comment was left for only one person that would understand it. For a person who needs to exit the stage, and is not a frankfurter. Actually, its time to delete it, I think he got the message.
Pook!?!??!!? no offence but it sounds abit constipated if you ask me! oh well ~ pass the stroh someone - it's getting kinda cold. Mm-mm-mm, now I'm glowing with warmth and Hartwell memories come flooding back ~ now what was Dean Parry saying ~ I sorta lost track! Ayse
rotflmao!!! Now THAT'S a Hartwell-related poem bound to bring chuckles. HQ
As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to grab you and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night.
You came to me unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me.
You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations, you laid on my naked body...you sensed my indifference, so you started to bite my body without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me crazy while you sucked me.
Finally I went to sleep.
Today when I woke up, you were gone, I searched for you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to last night's events.
My body still shows your marks, making it harder to forget you.
Tonight I will remain awake waiting for you... as soon you appear I will quickly grab you and won't let you go, will hold you with all my strength so you won't disappear.
I won't rest until I squeeze your blood out..... you friggin' mosquito!
Three more wishes that will come true <grin>
Let's play.
Here is the question: If you could have anything you wanted, what would you choose/want?
<sigh!> 'tis truth! and THIS is why I think Hartwell is so magical, and so entirely worthwhile. It's LOVE, silly! Me thinks Mystery Critic is low on nookie and affection...
SpaeterBator
YO Mystery Critic, in your dagger against this guestbook you wrote: so the both of you, etc. etc. Are you aware that there are more than two writers here? There are actually about seven sharing their passions. including you, make that eight.
GG, whoever wrote perfectly sweetly, touched my soul and I don't even know if that was male or female.
whomever it is that writes with so much love for one another
i get on my knees and beg that you two will be together
GG c/o 84
Aw hell, do you people wanna talk Hartwell or not?
your scribe
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Mystery poet, where are you?
We need your words to make us sigh and make us drool!!
Where's Mystery Poet when needed?
The transportation is not a problem. Let me just say that it was never a problem for me. Yes, I missed a good deal of the second kegger (first one in its present location) because I was ferrying people across the lake, but I didn't mind. I like driving a boat for any reason. As the party grew, more people got involved in the details. That was a problem; rather, some of those who became involved found the transportation to be a problem for them.
Some people just can't live without schedules and rules. I've always believed that the more rules you have, the less fun you have, and I think my belief has been vindicated. One thing's for damned sure: if I rent a boat this year, I'm driving it regardless of my condition. I've been the last one to bed most nights, and I've always piloted my craft safely home (without taking a chunk out of the dock, thank you very much). Designated boat drivers are history on the Georgia side.
There's another important consideration to my hosting a Saturday night party. It's my party, and I smoke pot. I know I'm not the only one; I'm just one of the few who are free to stand up and admit it. I originally hosted a Saturday night kegger so I could be free to smoke openly, without hiding like a child. This is the rule for any future Scribe-hosted events. Marijuana will be openly consumed. If that thought bothers you, stay at PHQ. I love my Frankfurt friends, but I am what I am, and that's all that I am. I am damned proud to have survived Dexatrim Nancy's "Just Say No" campaign, and I'm not retreating anytime soon.
There will be a discussion of the Saturday night kegger at the first available Friday chat. Speak up if you're interested in being part of the discussion. Remember, it's just a discussion, not a vote.
your Scribe
HI Chrissie! Great to see you too. Years ago, Hartwell II, I think, or III, we had a conference chat one time, where all the organizers got in to the Frankfurt_Ueber_Alles chat room and we were able to work logistics out, how about we do that again? I am completely open minded to whatever needs to be done to make Sechs as good as it once was. Politicians are needed in this world. Without them, how would anyone ever know what other people are thiking about? Forging compromises, achieving consensus, I am thinking along the Greek, Polus, God of German beer....right? ;-) Love Prez
~Whatever Dennis. Like any politician you have deflected attention from the issue I brought up by pointing your finger in another direction. There have been discussions about moving the kegger. The remote location and transportation are a problem. It is however, the only place sanctioned by Mountain Lakes for live (loud) entertainment. At this point the GA side is not planning to host this event...I don't know if we're even planning to rent the kegger house. So if it is still expected to be a Hartwell event at the same site, somebody had better let us know. Chris
oh brother, let me correct my name.
Lisa (Areheart) Worsing
How's this for a Hartwell-related post?
Reminder e-mails are going out (in staggered groups thanks to AOL being stingy with my sending out bulk e-mails).
Housing Downpayments are due December 15. If you haven't already contacted me to let me know if you plan on attending this year, please do.
You can contact me either via e-mail at worsing@aol.com or by phone in the evenings at 412-341-8223.
We're six months short to partying at the lake (deduct the holiday months and we're really only looking at 3 months short). Woo Hoo!!
Sincerely, Lisa (Worsing) Areheart "HQ"
I sign my posts. Dennis
Some of us were under the impression that LHEC had convened and decided that the kegger location had become too much hassle for the mainstream....if we are still expected to host this party we better get our lines of communication open
Mellow, like sunday night around the campfire.
um, the Saturday party has been moved? Gosh, doesn't something so momentous get a vote or at least a convention of the LHEC? I thought we were having a Schnell Imbiss at the band house? Currywurst mit Pommes Frites? I thought I'd stick my nose in here under this little tent and say howdy. I've stayed home sick today, my Cipro ran out last week, I'm hoping I'll feel better and not deader in the am. Course I reckon I won't feel squat if'n I'm deader.... I love whats written in here...and there is a special magical love at our lake. For all of us, we each experience it in a different way, each year. No matter what transpires 'twixt us all throughout the year, I look forward to gazing into the eyes of all my loves once more. I miss you all and am counting the days to see you again. Love, Your Dennis!
Okey dokey....!?!
ex-girlfriend bestfriend is like a sister to me she took care of me as a bother when I was down and tied let me rest at her apartment feed me ex-girlfriend gets mad a me for giving her bestfriend a present for her birthday as hi-heels pumps and dress her work was happy that she wore o I see that your wearing hi-heels my friend gave to me 3 times they said ex-girlfriend gets mad a me for giving her bestfriend some hi-heels pumps and dress gave to her for birthday for friendship ,
Hartwell Guestbook or Mystery Corner?!?!!?!?!?
Hey, Mystery Critic, who said anything about unrequited? Requited...no doubt, also recusant, rebellious, resplendant, redemptive, rejuvenating and resonantly reverential...just ask the Priest
Couldn't agree more with that last entry, but unfortunately thats just not the way love plays out.
An unknowing....sigh.
The light, the air, the wind. You all give all that to me and more with your words of love and hope, and how I hope to feel that passion myself someday. No circumstance, obligation or duty should keep you from living with love that is so specially described in the guestbook.
Tonight
The moon looms low
Large and yellow
The man smiles, ignorant
Of tragic lives below
Life is merely fiction, made up as we go along...I look to see my future in the eyes of a storyteller...a poet...a lover
This is the Hartwell Guestbook, and these proclamations are all about Hartwell. I would like to know where anyone could get the silly notion that Frankfurters don't act on their passions. Of course they do. What do you want, details?
Hartwell. Let's see: the water is down, the rent is up (that may change), and the Saturday night party has been moved. Not much else to say right now.
Damn! You all are an eloquent bunch.
my biding bard, I have no silver chain with which to occupy my fingers, but my heart is equably bound by the pinnings of love eternal and immeasurable. To know you think of me and pen, is satisfaction enough to carry on.
Seems my review has kicked it up a couple of notches.
Looks like love does rule after all. Carry on.
MC
I say let them speak, let them express. You're ruining a good thing here, it gives us hope that love can be found in life.
Hey Mystery Critic, I enjoy reading these acts of love and art. You know, why does everything have to be a debate...that is what the soap box is for. Why cant this guestbook be for those that want to share thoughts, feelings, fears, joys, confusion or whatever. After all, isnt that what we do in Hartwell? Share those feelings? So what better place, than the Hartwell Guestbook. Just my thought to it, `Schmitzie
Mystery Critic! I was wondering how long it would take you to get here. In every crowd, there is a critic. You rain on any parade you can, don't ya? No mystery of who you are.
At the beginning, I admit, I found these prose entertaining
Proclamations of love, hurt, confusion
But what bothers me now, no what irritates me now
I will try best to express in this forum
Public proclamations of love are fine
One can even say endearing
But unless you intend to act on your love
Unless you intend to move on
These proclamations are just colorful words
And have become grandstanding attempts for attention
So the both of you
Act on your words
And like the lovers that insist on diplaying their love in public
Irritating those around
Keep it to yourselves
And write about something else
You could of course write about Hartwell
This is the Hartwell guestbook after all
And, do, if you insist on professions of unrequited love
Write in the Soapbox
Let Dick and Ken take you on
Mystery Critic
I couldn't agree more with the last entry. The love you're feeling doesn't come around that often. Time is precious. Open your arms and your heart and let her love fill your body, heart and soul.
MP and the two last entries. Your writings move me, there is a whole lot of love going on in this room. Nothing should ever come in the way of holding that love and living in that love. Tear your walls down and fall into each others arms.
Winter comes slowly
to my dreams and memories.
Your kiss slowly fades.
Across the long miles
a circle of silver chain
binds my heart to yours.
Your lips and your eyes
Belly so flat and so firm
I live for your kiss.
Hey MP, hows about a little formatting help with the haiku? Thanks.
Nice Poem - I took care of the formatting for you. I don't know if M.P. has access once these things are posted. Hope that's how you want it ~Woody
Sometimes I feel like a priest,
Knowing true love in my heart,
Knowing my soul is owned by another,
And yet my body can only grasp air.
I can only clutch empty blankets,
I can only hold my pillows close while dreaming,
Of her hair, the back of her neck,
And how I fit there so well.
I can only dream and yet,
I fight for those dreams,
I fight for my faith in true love.
Sometimes I feel like a priest.
~M.P.
Wow, cool man, those stars look like an electric vulva, gimme another hit
Hey...you....:-)
You Rock Dear Eagle. My heart is with you today, and everyday!
Catching you when you fall......and keeping you forever, my dearest bestest bud!!
<thought I would leave this for you here, because like all of us eagles, we like coming to school every now and then, and being with friends>
Wow Schmitzie, the stars are fucking awesome tonight! It's like God is giving us a light show. Damn, where did you and Chris score this stuff? Come here baby, snuggle in tight. Let's watch the sky go crazy!
Oh, and I've invited two other people. Okay, ditching class now...see you on the steps.
Well, thats a given! It makes the stars all the more inviting. :-) Me
It's a deal babe, how about a quick trip to shit park 1st?
your stargazing partner, schatzie
Chrissie...meet me by the front steps, where we will stroll down to the park, sit in the grass for awhile and wait for the stars to come out. ~Schmitzie
Point of clarification - M.P. is not the one who's heart is getting stepped on (whatever that means). M.P.'s heart is broken, but that is different from being stepped on (I think). <grin>. ~M.P.
Well, well, well....
Been a long time since I was last here,...lovely to see that this has become the poetry page. :) Thanks MP. Some things, at least, never change. There must be quite the path beaten across your heart by now. You should think about gettin that thing paved. -MZ
Stepped on, and by people who judge all those they shouldn't. Curiouser and curiouser...
As Chrissie I have been wondering the same thing?
Ayse
As Chrissie I have been wondering the same thing?
Ayse
chrissie wants to know whose heart is feeling stepped on? and why?
So that's why I beat my fists on the floor,....I'm in isolation? Damn, I was wondering why I started doing that at such an old age. Schmitzie thinks twice about having a temper tantrum.
I really think there are reasons why people shouldn't stay up so late. <grin>
Gonna get deep, and share the heart of an 'eagle', that is feeling stepped on, by many of you. Here are my words:
We judge all those, that we shouldn't. We walk in their shoes, rather than our own. You are engulfed in a fire of destruction with yourself, drowning in the shadows of life, and blinded by your darkness. We open the doors to our enemies, and they tell us to go fuck ourself. You let the light beyond the horizon, creep within and strangle those you judge, into a pit of drowning, that makes us drift away. What makes you any better than the person next to you. What gives you the right to claim that you are right, and they are wrong. Sooner or later, you will stumble upon a pyramid of destruction, and a meltdown when you want to sift through communication. Don't drown in the shadows of life, and become blinded by the darkness. Eventually you will stand in a world of isolation, beating your fists on the floor.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Sam
Righteous!
How can one juggle
A heart that is split
An addiction that feeds one
A need that breaks one
Hopelessly lost
As one finds the road
To take them soaring
Into a high of addiction
Poems are nothing more than thoughts collected at a time of 'feeling.'
I love these poems!!!!!!!!!!
More More More
I love the Summer Love poem. It touched my heart. ~MP
From dreaming depths
of Black Water Night
A luminous gift
Shimmers transiently golden in brilliant light.
A touch true as shelter, a whispered oath,
Skin that smelled like sun-dried clothes,
Soft yellow memories to warm my soul
As Winter wraps icy fingers around my throat.
With love for Sam from the wannabee
Summer Love,.....breath taking.
SUMMER LOVE
We captured warmth
In the sea
Where we bathed
A passion of a life time
With golden treasures
Sweet giggles and dreams
As time stood still
Makes me high
Makes me sigh
My sweet summer love
I will always adore you
My tears are lonely
As I say goodbye
We stood on a mountain
A bridge of hope
Collapsing before me
I'll stand by you
With the touch of my hand
Support you and comfort you
My sweet summer love
Miss me knowing
That I'll always love
"My Summer Love"
I don't think MP was thanking someone for feeling pain. I think MP was relating to the pain and aches of love. And darkness may be very cold and lonely, but it is also comforting to the soul.
~Schmitzie
How can you thank someone that is feeling pain. that hurts so deeply. that lost someone. darkness is cold and very lonely.
<Sigh> Misery loves company. Thank you dear.
MP
My heart is aching
I feel deep pain
The doors are closed
The curtains are shut
Darkness will hold me
For the night at least
My tears will flow
And fill me with hope
There is a light
Out in the distance
But for now
I will hold
My Heart in Darkness
MP..have a more uplifting ditty?
Ooohhhh...its dark in the shed. Protect me, someone is coming.
<giggling>...hey, touch me there again!!
psssttt.....over here in the shed - no one will find us in here, but you've got to stop giggling....ssshhhhhh...I hear someone coming!
Hey, what are you guys hiding in here naked for? Oh well, adds a new complexion to an old game.... Now I understand the giggling a bit better...shhhhhhh!
Told you it was a good hiding place....come and find me. <damn, I love this game!!!>
<giggle>...you'll never find me this time. I found a great hiding place. Sssshhhhh.
Busted!! Damn,I thought that tarp was a good idea. Told ya to stop giggling!! Well, we'll see who gets the last laugh. Okay, here goes.
1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3 Mississippi 4 Mississippi 5 Mississippi 6 Mississippi 7 Mississippi 8 Mississippi 9 Mississippi 10 Mississippi
READY OR NOT HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!
Peek a boo...I see you. You're it. olly olly come free.
Okay, count to 10, while we all go hide again.
Damn, I love this game.
SHHHH SHHHH Stop giggling!!! They'll hear us. What was that??? Did you hear that??? Uhhhh ohhhh! SHHHH That sounded like a stick breaking...
Damn, this lake is big. They could be hiding anywhere. Oooh, I hear giggling over there...gonna find you all.
Hey, go check under that tarp on the pontoon boat, betcha find 1 hider and 1 seeker. They used to be opponents, but, now after "The Hartwell Treaty" of 2001...well, you can fill in the fantasy!
Playing hide and seek? Oh goodie, I love that game.
NOT IT! LOL
come out, come out, where ever you are..........
MP...you dont have to hold your head up high, you let it fall into the wings of your friends and we will hold it up for you. I, for one, will catch you when you fall, upon the tips of my wings and carry you through the best of times and the worst of times. For a true friend, never judges, but is there forever!
<sigh>
A dry wind of desolation blows,
Against my heart tonight.
Anguish fills my soul.
I am an emotional refugee,
Begging for salvation,
Crying out at the border of love.
I struggle to hold my head high,
A false posture of strength,
A desperate gesture of vanity,
Knowing that need will alienate,
My few remaining friends.
But my posture is false.
I fear the loneliness that is my fate.
I submit myself to solitude.
I resign myself to eating sand,
Watching my children perish,
In the flames of disruption.
I no longer have the strength,
To pursue the good life.
A dry wind of desolation blows,
Against my heart tonight.
Anguish fills my soul.
Another little uplifting ditty from your M.P.
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Very nice poetry, it even inspires me to do a bit of writing myself! I have to tell you though, it will be a while!! LOL Hugs, Savi
Ayse, Ayse, you have missed your call.
You are quite a talented poet after all.
Of tuna, you inquire, should you buy.
There's an abundant supply here, I do not lie.
Should I mail you a few tins? Should I post them today?
I really wouldn't mind, it would be absolutely okay.
The hankering for such a sandwich is universal.
When you prepare yours, be sure to wear your red hat and dress of purple.
Accompany your sandwich with a fine cup of tea.
And think of when I shall join you in February.
Now MP and MP wannabe may be in seclusion.
But let there be absolutely no confusion.
The party at Hartwell gives them much to material to document.
Whether it be for laughs, tears, or simply to vent.
MP will write with words that keep us guessing.
While wannabe's writings are just too perplexing.
So sit back dear Ayse, relax, please don't stress.
Be assured that things will liven up again after Hartwell Sechs.
HQ
Ayse, was that you??? I'm impressed! :) XO Sherrie D
Trevor, Trevor, off the wall,
tell me, should I buy some Tuna afterall,
sometimes it's over and sometimes it's out,
damn, there's alot of confusion about!
MP and MP wannabe gone and disappeared
maybe memories are fading I feared
However, this cannot be so!
time just makes them deeper go.
Deeper and deeper and stronger,
to the point where you just can't wait any longer.
I think I'll just sit here and ponder,
cause I can see anohter Hartwell memory, yonder.....
so much for my little ryhme ~ until the next time!
Trevor, Trevor, off the wall,
tell me, should I buy some Tuna afterall,
sometimes it's over and sometimes it's out,
damn, there's alot of confusion about!
MP and MP wannabe gone and disappeared
maybe memories are fading I feared
However, this cannot be so!
time just makes them deeper go.
Deeper and deeper and stronger,
to the point where you just can't wait any longer.
I think I'll just sit here and ponder,
cause I can see anohter Hartwell memory, yonder.....
so much for my little ryhme ~ until the next time!
test 9-25-01 ~Prez
Last message posted is from your loving Peeping Tom
God Bless all you nekked people in the dark. If we turn the shine lights on you, will you scatter?
Click!
Oops! get your cloths back on you lot!
Matthew
Really! Tucked away back here in the way way back, its become real dark in here. No one ever visits, the stage is cleared and the lights have been turned off. See you next year Hartwell with more memories to share.
Will someone turn the lights on, puleeze!
Really! Tucked away back here in the way way back, its become real dark in here. No one ever visits, the stage is cleared and the lights have been turned off. See you next year Hartwell with more memories to share.
Will someone turn the lights on, puleeze!
It's pretty dark in this corner of the world,
Shine some of that light over here...
There is a light that shines in my corner of the world. This light shines brighter than all that I can see around me. The tragedy at the WTC, reminds me of how very deeply I never want to lose my light. My unknowing light...will forever shine in my heart. I love you!!!
Your shining light....:)
A moment of silence for those who lost their lives in the tradegy at the World Trade Center this morning. My thoughts and prayers are with them and their loved ones.
Life can be over in an instant. Let those people who are so special to you, know it. Tell them you love them and appreciate them. Give them warm hugs and soft kisses.
Though many miles between us makes us want to take flight, To share our moments of joy, our moments of strife, In ours minds we are near, In our hearts, the other is forever dear.
I walk into a room, darkness is all I see. In the corner a smile is bright, and it forever lights up my life.
Just a rough draft!
Thanks Geek! Got any more you would like to share? Hey MP and MP wanna be, you guys have any thing to add to this site? Waiting for more material to read over here... in my lil ole corner of the world. Love you guys and miss you lots, Bada-Bing
I know the Vandal is one of us. I'm sure my tattooed Vandal has left his mark, deliberately,on many more hearts than mine. Rest assured though, none of them could love him more than I!!
thanks Woody, I knew I could count on you, glad you like it.
The vandal is one of us...so maybe your memory is a shared one...
I don't know who the poet is for "Trespassing...", but, I think it's pretty good!!!! From the way I'm reading it, it reminds me of a special person and a special time.
Thanks for the memories...
oh fuck, never mind
I hope I fixed the formatting on that one the way you wanted it. Nice bit - I like it. ~Woody
Trespassing
in the dark,
the Vandal
leaves his deliberate mark.
One more tattoo
upon my heart.
thanks geek :-)
Take it to the grave,Woody! ;)
Tak it with you to the grave,Woody! ;)
Hey, don't worry. I know who all the M.P.'s are anyway and I haven't squealed yet.
SecretWoody
'ello
<br> "less than" br "greater than" is the tag for break.
geek
so much for total anonymity :)
Then you have to write to Woody, swear him to secrecy, and he'll help you out.
what if I don't want a space between my lines?
<This entry may be recorded for quality control.>
Hit your return key twice for a line break which will also give you a space between your lines.
After all that testing, your poem had better be good. <g>
Signed, Tech Support HQ
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damn, how do you poetry wizards format line breaks?
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Hey Sweet Smiling...so glad too see your sweet and smiling again and not Pissed off. Meanwhile, I do have one request,please...oh please chew on my ass some more and while your at it you can slap it a few times too!!! Ooo la la. Do we know each other? I'm hoping we do! MPwb but never gonna be...it's just me.
Sweet smiling is also wondering, if Mpwb but never will be, know each other....????
Pissed off finally gets it. You are Mpwannabe but never will be. Thats your sign in name, right? See, I thought you were saying MP is a wannabe but never will be. Ah, hell...you know what I mean. See, now if I would read more carefully and more slowly, I would understand these things. <grin> Dang mpwb but never will be......forgive me for chewing you out. I was way off track. <begging for your forgiveness>. Now come here and let me soothe your bite marks....:) Unpissed is now..sweet smiling.
Hey unpissed off, glad your doing better and we all have our bad days. I throughly enjoyed the ass chewing and still have the bite marks to prove it <big grin>. MP and MPwannabe where are you guys? HQ,you rock... give us some more! MPwb but never will be, that's just me.
Hartwell 2001 is part of the past.
The pictures and postings though seem to make it last.
But information has been posted
2002 is next
Woo hoo! Come and get!
I'll meet you all at Hartwell Sechs
HQ <g>
Pissed off has chilled out, <grin> Pissed off was having a bad day yesterday. your unpissed friend
hi-colonics for everybody! ..
M.B. (Mystery Bran)
Hey Pissed off, you sure are up tight. Relax, my only intent was to get some action going on this site. <big grin> And I guess I did. Your wrong if you think I was judging or making fun of MPwannabe. I wasn't. I love the poems of MP and MPwannabe and can't wait to read more. So chill out and you write someting comforting for us to enjoy. If were all friends here then just maybe I am your friend too. Did you think of that one? MPwb but never will be. PS I still love ya Pissed off.
Geez...enough already!
...I didn't get it, but I wanted it, and that's the truth... MPwannabe
for the record, MPwannabe and MP wannabe but never will be are not the same person
MPstickler for details
Furthermore...while I am at being pissed off!..these are our friends, and whether you are joking or not, it just aint right! And if you think it has been so quiet in here then write something and start a more comforting discussion. I just dont get it. Still pissed off!
Okay I have had just about enough of whoever you are. Leave MP Wannabe alone. First of all you dont know who it is, and need to quit judging someone you dont know. Think you can do better, then give it your best shot. I for one, think MP wannabe did a great job. Pissed off!
It doesn't matter if you got it or not. Finally, it was a nice surprise to see something new written after coming to this quiet page for a long time. More feed back please. MP wannabe but never will be. <big grin>
Leave the deep thoughts to MP and Jack Handy.
Don't worry. No one got it. Not even the wannabe MP. And that's the truth........
I dont get it! :)
Since MP has been a no show for a while so I thought I would give you kids some food for thought. TRUTH: sometimes it hurts,sometimes it's funny and sometimes it really sucks but... that's life. That's as real as it gets. MP wannabe but never will be <grin>
Everyone stops in their tracks for a few words from our very own mystery poet.........
Mystery Poet, have anything new?
Lake Hartwell is More than any heart, mind and soul can imagine. The only thing that suffers from the experience is your liver. Oh yeah, the Hartwell blues are pretty bad too. Both take a lot of time to heal but worth the trip.
Lake Hartwell...more than a lake, more than a week, more than a friend. The Frankfurt Family..is about yesterday, today and tomorrow. Our link to the past, our link to a time right now, and our link to the future. Bonds that feel just right, bonds that never disappear. The taste of each other that fills our hearts, our minds and our souls. Let it be known now and forever...Frankfurt Uber Alles. And let it be known now and forever..without each and every one of us, time would slip away into meaningless moments.
Ain't that the truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lake Hartwell - an experience you'll never forget....
more Hartwell entries please
Life has already gotten better for the Schmitzarooni...cant you see me smiling??????
Cal you have entirely too much time on your hands. Life does get better...you just hang in there and remember I'm always right here for ya! Karo
Its like this Karo...I gladly sit in my chair, in my small corner of the world...waiting for my turn. The story of my life...but one I wouldnt trade. I sit and get to learn, observe and reflect on how everything we are dealt in life makes us who we are today. I am enlightened with my new light of freedom and new beginnings. My turn...will come when the time is right. So dont you go and feel guilty..because I dont. Guilt eats one up inside and makes one less of a person. Gotta go with the flow, and then relish in it...or let it go. Contemplating Schmitzie
Why I shared this with everyone, is beyond me..but so it is...so I have. <grin>
Woody thanks for taking the time to post the pictures. They are always worth the wait. You do a fantastic job helping with the pictures on the web site. You Rock! And that's my story and I'm sticking to it, Bada-Bing
well hell, now you've got me feeling guilty.....bring it on baby..I'm always here for ya..you know that!
Karo
Wait my turn....damn, story of my life...lol
schmitzie
You'd do me huh? Well I dunno, I'd have to ask Pix first...LOL...first come first serve Cal...have to wait your turn now!
Karo
Great pics Carol and Pixie...two fine looking frankfurt chicks...I love it. <hey, I'm in the 40 percenitle of being gay, I can say that> Ya'll look great..I'd do ya. <grin> Love, Schmitzie
Woody..you're the best! Thanks for posting the pics....love ya! Karo
Woody,
Dont let these folk pressure you; remember...YOU"RE the one who says whether the pics get to the page at all...<g> I think you're the greatest...(but you already knew that...)
The WW
Thanks Cal! Thanks Mattie!
Patty's last batch of Hartwell pic's have been posted on page 19 and 20. Enjoy!
Woody
...and a Damn fine job you're doing Wood-man. You're a legend!
Matthew
Sounds like good enough reasons to me. The Woodman has his hands full. Make us beg and wait for the pictures..<grin> Love you, Schmitzie
Holding out on Hartwell pix? No. I have one final batch from Patty that I need to post, but I've been swamped. I've posted a shit load of yearbook pix, almost 10 pages of Wichita pictures, hosted a couple of Frankfurters here in Buffalo, and then I have my own family to take care of. Oh, and then there's my day job.
Fuck.
Love,
Woody
Hey Rik, how does the lake water feel? If it's warm I'll get nekked and join you.
Hey Woody, you holding out on more harwell pictures?
Pass me anything, I'll drink it
Ok, while you guys argue over here by the fire, I'm gettin nekkid! --<KER-SPLASH!!!>--
Ow! Ooooh! Damn nipple-fish! -zilla
How many Bicardi Limon's do I bring with me next year - or shall I try and find something else interesting to drink!?!?!?!
PS sorry about the double entries - it was only meant to be one but when the first one did not appear to go through I put in a second one......just thought I'd explain! Love ~ Ayse
Yes mam. I'm sorry Ayse. Here I'll take your stupid Bicardi. lol! HQ
Ladies,Ladies okay stop the bitching about the Stroh and Bicardi. Just pass me the Hot Shots. Warm fuzzies to everyone around the bonfire, I miss you lots and hope to see you all real soon. Forever in my heart and on my mind, Bada-Bing
Uh, Ayse . . . the Bicardi. Take the fricking Bicardi. You brought it, now you drink it. I'll take the Stroh. <g> HQ
click, click, click and then just a few more clicks.....and I'm here, Hartwell ~ imagining us all sitting round the bonfire of an evening ~ all huddled up ~ all enjoying the fact that we are there once again together ~ sharing our time...nice...very nice indeed as there's no place like home! passing the Stroh.....with love ~ Ayse
Here Ayse, have a swig of Bicardi. <HQ passes the bottle to her dear friend, and chuckles quietly.> I love you. Lisa
click, click, click...and then just a few more clicks....and I'm here - probably one of my favourite places on this website - because it's being back at Hartwell....aaahhh the memories of it all! It's late at night and when I close my eyes tonight I keep imagining us all sitting around the bonfire, all huddled around...a nice warm fuzzy kind of feeling.....nice....very nice indeed!!! ~ Ayse
Wow, this is fun. This guestbook is completely buried back here, and people are still checking in, leaving poems, and laughing out loud. I fucking love it.
~Woody
Like ROTFLWoody said...
" I love it when you don't have to ask who wrote an anonymous post. Or even spend 10 second trying to figure it out."
Matty
Schmitzie thinks MPwannabe might have some talent going on.
Emptying
pockets of my leisure
before
gathering unto me
the
soul at once identified,
words
wrapped up as treasure
in
paper carefully creased.
And
in the hours of his company
of
time there is no measure
for
the year had been a minute,
and
of the minutes, ticking ceased.
The
candle flame burns bright.
Of
marrow, flesh and bone
love
muscled in
on
fragile memories of light.
Overpowered
and devoured
by
the lusty
shriek
of skin.
Dreaming
in the velvet night
singeing
flames
and
tongues of fire
licking
from the furnace
fueled
by ravaging
mad
desire.
So
twisting burning
the
savaged soul
clings
rightly to divinity
and
an antique ideal
so
modernly maligned
of
a mate throughout infinity,
a
half to make a whole.
In
waking from these Dante dreams
my
heart at once is eased
for
in my pockets I do find
those
precious words
on paper lined and creased
MPwannabee
Scary....
Matthew
Okay, well, I see we're not on the main page anymore. But that's probably for the best. Time to start thinking about next year.
Here's one last submission. It's from a long time ago. Found it in an old journal. ~M.P.
A Pencil Sketch
Old woman nude,
Without benefit of a head.
Victim of an artist's limitations.
Exposed to the scrutiny of critics,
And lovers past.
Defenseless against memories
Of your father for whom
No excuse is made except
That your mother was gone
And you were there, barefoot
And destined to both hate and desire
His ways in all men.
~Munich, 1980
It's getting kind of quiet in here Mystery Poet. Treat us with some more of your writings.
drink glass, a drink glass, I saw a drink GLASS with an umbrella sticking out of it. Damn proofreaders. <g> HQ
Hey, I even saw a drink class with an umbrella sticking out of it. Just backing you up pal. HQ
ROTFLOL - I love it when you don't have to ask who wrote an anonymous post. Or even spend 10 second trying to figure it out.
BigShitEatingGrinWoody
And I saw NAME TAGS!!!
Oh fuck it. I've tried to be quiet and polite, but that's hardly my style, now is it?
I've been looking at the Kansas pics. Here's what I find objectionable:
tablecloths and martini glasses
formal attire of any sort
look at the hot tub pics. Those poor people are drinking BUD and BUD LIGHT, and they like it! GROSS!
I didn't see a single plate of barbeque, and not a single Bratwurst.
I used to work in the convention/event industry, and this looks like a swell money-maker for someone. That I also find objectionable. Joe Condrill is a mercenary.
MPjr, I love you.
Sam
One addition to Ayse's questionnaire:
11. Toothpaste or Efferdent?
There must be an end to my hunger
For the taste of your love
The twisting begins as it becomes my dream
Sadly I feel you slipping away
Slowly and passionately I feel your breath on me
Timely and respectfully I feel your touch in me
Helplessly and hopelessly I feel your coverage over me
The fire is burning
Its deep inside my head
You're taking me on a ride
Must be a thrill to go on it with you
LOL @ Ayse
Pudgy Wudgy..was a bear
Pudgy Wudgy..had no hair
And everywhere that pudgy went....pudgy wudgy did some nudging....
<grin> MP3
MPjr.....could you pls fill in the following questionnaire...just for fun 1. What is your full name?
2. What do your friends call you?
3. Hometown?
4. Number of candles on your last birthday cake?
5. Ever been toilet papered?
6. Do you love yourself?
7. Who is your bestfriend?
8. Sex?
9. How often?
10.Number of doors on your car?
~ Ayse
Wench I'll be waiting with open arms :o)
Karo
Wow - that was a tasty little treat. Welcome MPjr. I love it!
~Woody
You are the poet, the eloquent one.
Write your words here.
Your hands touch my skin and
all thought leaves me but one.
Too simple to express,
too near to explain.
The perfect weight of you on top of me.
And later I wonder who else
feels that weight,
wants to as much as I do.
And if you're perfect on top
of her.
MPjr
Make sure you save some for me Wench. I'm feeling hurt we don't have coffee ANY more... tell me when and I'll do my best to be there. Hugs, Patty
Karo,
You think I'd give away all my hugs without having a few saved for you?? My love...never..and now we have two years to make up for. I'm gonna be the hugginest WebWench you've ever seen! ::wink:::
And Cal...you sure, baby?? ::evil smile:::
WW
awwwwwwwwwww Cal, I love ya girl and miss your hugs very much....soon baby soon!
Karo
Karo...hugs are contagious and with an unlimited supply. There will always be enough hugs to go around for everyone. I even have a few for you myself.
Web wench....I will take whatever you have to give out. <grin> Love, Cal
Hey WebWench...don't you be giving away all your hugs....I've got your number...and I do believe we hold the record...really missed you this year! :-)
Karo
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Baby girl, you can have all the hugs I got to give, my sweet....I'll just keep them here in my heart til I get to the Lake...then you just better keep a tight grip on that beer! <g>
WebWench
I hate the distance between us, it really sucks when you need a hug. Love, Cal
Woodman, you just keep surprising me all over the place! You and Scribe do some awesome writing. I'm just glad you woke up, to see that it wasn't some old wrinkly broad touching your manhood...hehe Got any more stories? huh, huh? Hugs, Savi
A Hartwell Nightmare
Woody, you never cease to amaze us with your talent and your humour. What a great story.
The story rocked. The ending rocked. And you rock.
I wanted to comment on my favorite part of it...it was the part where you're in the jacuzzi with the ol' ladies. The visual is just too much...rotflmao. Love, Schmitzie
Woody, Bless you for remembering Indy and me in your story. One thing, tho....I don't get to be in on the marking? :::pouting::: You're spoiling my dreams, man!
Love you!
The WebWench
Woodroe,
I laughed, I cried, I fudged my undies! You are one talented Cat Daddy for sure, Thanks man what a great story and insight....I was a'wonderin' if or when you'd remember. Sure took awhile, hows that liver?
Oh, as a side bar, Corkin is a lot better than "the zippo funk on a ceramic Plate smudge fest" Them plates take awhile to cool and if the corker is as hammered as you...well your lucky if'n you don't lose some hide, right Matt? (he'll tell you, they make a hising noise)...sort of like Fajitas I reckon.
Between you and the scribe there is always good stuff...some of that Devil wordage I guess. AA
Woody what a great story, better watch out scribe! Karo
Oh, oh. Sounds like I'm going to have to work on my follow through. Yikes. Desert in a wind storm? Ouch!
~Woody
Woody your such a tease. Only in your story do I get to see you nekked and cork your whole body. And the best tease of all is what you said to me last night on ICQ. You really know how to make a girl real wet for you one min. and the next, dryer than a desert in a wind storm. Ah well, I still love ya, Bada-bing
I have absolutely no clue what inspired this. I just started writing and this is what came out. I hope you enjoy it.
Love, Woody
http://www.fahs.org/Woody/nightmare.htm
Dennis, I will have to concur with the undervaluation of the bathroom as a multi-purpose facility when it comes to sexual antics. Full credit to the humble loo!
Only don't make the mistake of choosing the only one at a Kegger.... All them folks outside the door holding their privates aren't waiting for Pizza...
Matty
Hey Woody, I got a light. And I think Joe has one too. Love, Schmitzie
That was Hartwell '98, and yes, that was just a tidbit. More to follow soon.
scribe
Prez, grinning knowingly, I know that thump. Gosh that was eonic hartwells ago wasn't it dave? the house we got kicked out of...the one with the little bible phrases on the stepping stones going in?
Great little Hartwell tidbit!!!!
You know, bathrooms just don't get the credit they deserve. Perfect counter height and all the steam ya need until you've created your own.
It wasn't the bedroom, anyway, but the bathroom where the noises seemed to originate. Whumping, thumping noises. I looked up from chopping a line and asked my wife, "What the hell is that?"
"You mean who the hell is that? The bathroom is on the other side of this wall. I think your friend is in there with one of our roommates."
We listened. Whump. Thump. The two-backed beast was straining the bathroom counter. My wife laughed.
"I'll show you how to deal with this," I said. I balled my fist and began thumping the wall from our side. "Hey, quiet down in there! I'm trying to get high out here!"
Silence from the other side and giggles on mine. In the ensuing quiet I imagined whispers on the overtaxed countertop.
"Omigawd! Somebody knows we're in here!"
"Shhh. It's cool. It's just Dave."
Dave snorted his line. After perhaps a minute, whumping and thumping resumed. Just like kids. A Hartwell warm fuzzy, sort of...
Now theres the beginnings of a good story, <G>
Nervous? Not a chance...I wasn't the one sneaking into the bedroom....<G>
Hey, anyone got a light? Mine is way over in another corner of the world.
~Woody
Damn, I'm nervous Scribe. I really didnt mean to pee all over the boat. Schmitzie
When the light starts dimming, I will light a candle. Hey no fair, no blowing. <grin>
Nervous? No way! Put pen to paper and enlighten us.
nah, I'm not nervous...just ready for a good story...theminion
Objective journalism is a fantasy. You can trust me to tell whatever story I wish as seen through my eyes with no apologies to anyone.
Nervous yet?
your scribe
You're right. It does suck being so far away from your special someone. What's even worse than that is you're not letting their light guide you to them so both your corners of the world can share the same warmth of the light.
Lights can dim so don't stop looking at the light and get going.
Okay, I'll play:
Stuff that sux: Being so far away from someone very special.
Stuff I want to have sex with: Someone who lights up my little corner of the world, with such magnificence.
Scribe,
Your's is an awesome responsibility and because you recognize that, I expect that you will be openminded,not one sided when it comes to sharing those moments and experiences that you have come to love and cherish as special Hartwell memories.
pardon the pun but...please insert commas (,) where applicable!!!
Ayse
"...damn it why did I ever start playing this game...I mean why did I ever agree to sending it for Marsha ~ should just be minding my own business!"
OK - Let's play! Stuff My Friend Marsha Said She'd Like To Have S_X With.
Stairway to Heaven Jumbo Melted Marshmallows Banana Split Alpha Romeo (so cute) Baileys Icecream Morning Glory Midnight Feast Cucumber (sandwiches anyone...?) Patchouli & Ylang Ylang Massage Oil Concorde (being a bit ambitious here me thinks...) Prince Charming Sax that's full Moby Dick My one eyed friend Mr Man!
My oh My - Marsha is completely mad!
Ayse
Stuff I Wanna Have S_X With
Navel Oranges
Silk Stockings
Motor Oil
Myself
Thick Chocolate Fudge
Cotton Candy
Nipple Fish
Big Ass Watermelons
Two of the girls on page 65
My Guitar
A BMW Z8
My Friend's Little Sister
The Entire State of Hawaii
A Big Box Of Popcorn - Extra Butter
Hey, isn't anybody else going to play along?
Woody
I knew RuPaul before she was a star, when she fronted a band in Atlanta called "Wee-Wee Pole."
Not a one of you is surprised, are you?
Hartwell warm fuzzies... temporarily on hold while I find a way to tell the stories without stepping on toes (especially those belonging to friends, friends' wives, and friends' girlfriends). I know you'd all love to read the salacious stories I have to tell, but mine is an awesome responsibility.
scribe
One of the rules to the s_x game is that the word, fool, not be used. Eventhough, I'm sure the word could be used in many ways and rightfully so, we have already come to the conclusion that we have all been fools in the past and should probably expect to be in the future. So, put on your favorite sox, grab a six pack, listen to someone playing the sax and think about what sex Rupal is,anyway. Then realize how that sux, why are you even thinking about such things.
Yeah! What she said.
Woody
P.S. Add this to the list - Jet lag. Jet lag sux. I am soooo tired right now. And I just know Dennis is going to call me at 3 a.m. Oh well, pay back is a bitch.
hhhmmmm, I didn't interpret stuff that sux as stuff sux @ Hartwell exclusively -- though some entries were. I interpreted it as stuff that sux in general. Interpretation is in the mind of the reader I spose. So get off his back wouldya!!! <giggle> Love, HQ
Sorry Woodrow,...
But stuff that sux @ Hartwell, is still way better than stuff that doesn't suck NOT @ Hartwell.
I'd rather chug a Bud @ Hartwell than chug a Heninger @ home.
Only a FOOL would believe otherwise!
Nuff said!
-zilla
To the Captain of my ship....a very happy birthday to you. A big hug, kiss and slap on the ass coming your way from me..<g>. (Hope you get lots of birthday spankings and treasured gifts to carry you through the next year) Love, Schmitzie
Stuff that Sux
American Beer
Rain at Hartwell
Broken Hearts
Bad Poems
Getting Caught
Seeds and Stems
Being So Far Apart
Bad Timing
Road Blocks
Being On The Wrong Side Of The Lake
The Drive Home
~Woody
Hartwell sechs, sure, sure, we're down to six -- that's the ticket. I must start packing, I'll start with my sox. The band needs help. Can anyone play a sax? I can't wait to skinny dip, get drunk and have good sex -- but definitely not with ex -- the mere thought of that sux. <g> HQ
Purrfect. You pretty much covered all the bases with that one. After all, you are a Frankfurter, I would expect no less!
This sux! How many more months to Hartwell HQ? Are we down to six - should I pack my sox? More info on Hartwell sex please!
Let's start with "u" <grin>
The word for today, s_x. Put any vowel in the space and discuss.
amen......
Cal, I don't think they want to change the subject but Geez O Pete. How many times can you elaborate on being a fool, loving a fool,etc.etc.
We're all fools every now and then. Let's leave at that, shall we?
Cal, I don't think they want to change the subject but Geez O Pete. How many times can you elaborate on being a fool, loving a fool,etc.etc.
We're all fools every now and then. Let's leave at that, shall we?
Great idea, if I may say so myself. So let me begin with.......getting back to our hartwell guestbook. It sure was great seeing all of you at the lake. Sure had some good times there, :) Cal
Can we move on, pleeeeeeeeease??
There is a difference between loving and possessing. One can always love and if it is honest love then it does not matter that you do not hold the heart of the other in your clenched fist...
Let me re-phrase that: sometimes falling in love with the right person, that you know you cant have, is being a fool "in love". And I dont think there is a next life, this is our only chance at life to love.
Ditto to the last statement. Been a fool in love and a bigger fool for staying in love when I should have bailed. Such is life. Maybe I'll get it right before my next life. Foolish lover
yeah, but sometimes finding yourself falling in love with the wrong person...is not being a fool for love, but a fool in love.
Who hasn't been a fool for love? If you've never been a fool for love, you're missin' out. That's when you have no worries and the most "fun".
The FOOL and I are two different people, although I will readily admit to being a fool for love.
M.P.
um, yes...someone paging me? Schmitzie
Okay,...
So answer one small question....is the FOOL, also MP?? I'm guessing that that is a foolish question. Hey, be cool fool....we've all been there! I was a fool to put all my money in Worldcom stock! I'm a fool to think it will ever come back. But life is still good,..as a matter of fact when you have your health and friends life is always good,..no matter what kind of fool you've been!
-Foolzilla
Hey, I know I'm slow, but
DAMN I'm glad I'm not the only fool! I've alluded here to my own foolishness in the name of love and friendship, and I have (yearly) felt like typing those exact words, all in caps.
I prefer the spelling "Foole," however.
After all, I am the scribe.
Schmitzie
I think our "friend" just needed to let off a little steam, healing with time will soften the wounds.
No changing the Fooling subject. We are a Frankfurt family, yeah were a tough,honest crowd but we are the most loving,understanding,excepting,supportive and forgiving family you'll ever be friends with. And another thing, if one of us made you feel like a fool then let us know cuz we the have courage and honor to take it. Bada-fool-bing
Wow!! I haven't seen this much discussion on one topic for a long time. Alot of experienced, happy fools on these here pages. We all should be proud to be experts in something else besides sex, drugs and rock-n-roll.
Come to your family, share your joy and your pain, we're waiting with open arms. But gee, at least let us know who we're helping. After all, we are family . . . . rrrright? And, uh, my posting . .. . humor. It was an attempt at humor. I'm at my funniest when I am at my lowest. damn. <g> HQ
Obviously our 'fool' was feeling alot of pain to have written such as she/he did, and in all caps. After all, if we cant come to our frankfurt family to share not only our joy but our pains as well, then we are all a bunch of fools. The fool police.
. . . the fool on the hill (lake?) sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round . . .
Is anybody there? Foo Foo Foo Foolin'
I pity the FOOL!
Mr. T
Hey -- who's the fool that typed in all caps? <g> HQ
Happy Friday the 13th.
No Foolin'
Is experiencing life being a fool? I think not.
Is experiencing love being a fool? I think not.
Is having a memory of something very special----if only for awhile, being a fool? I hope not.
Take life, love and those special memories into your heart and embrace them. We make life what it is and it's all about the little things!!
I'm no fool.
Indeed...a delicious bite it would be. <grin> Cal
FOOLS!!!
Sign ze posts!!! FOOLZ!
-anony-moose-zilla OOPS!
Let's stop all this foolish banter back and forth about being a fool!! After this entry the only people who can submit comments are the people who have never done any thing foolish and have never been a fool. Hopefully, this will be the last entry from any of us fools.
BTW----TGIF
This sounds like an affair of the heart issue. If it is, I have only one thing to say. We've ALL been down that road. If you FEEL like a fool then you're the lucky one. If I were you, I'd think about who made you feel this way. Are they worth it? No. Do they care? Probably not. Is there anything you can do to change it? Why would you want to? They're probably the bigger fool, anyway.
So you think you're a fool? Maybe you are and maybe you aren't. We're all fools at sometime in our life. Some more than others. Life is too short to dwell on the negative. I bet if you thought about what made you feel like a fool, you would realize you're not a fool at all, you just made a bad choice. Learn from it.
signed, a past and probably future fool
Hey Schmitzie...bite me <grin> Bite me slow, and deep. Never let go.
Hey Minion, toss me a bandaid, eh?
Hey FOOL, I hope it works out. I really do. But don't let it get you down too long. Listen to Chris, she's right on there.
Woodster
Sometimes we may say or do things, that make us look like a fool, (not that I have ever done that...<grin>), but if you dont express your feelings how will anyone ever know where you're coming from. We only have one life to live, and its not a dress rehersal. To taste love, you have to take a bite. Schmitzie
it is a world of fools who show their hearts...tiny tastes of the slits of love have a deliciousness all of their own flavor...do not despair, something of beauty and joy will come to change your heart, and when you feel you are missing the others that you love you need only open that vein and have a taste...theminion <bloodygrin>
Ditto! Ditto! Ditto! to the message below.
You are not a fool and we are glad up showed up. We do love you no matter what after all we are a Frankfurt family. So just relax,take it easy and try to smile. Debi aka Bada-bing
What the hell?????? Who was that?
I AM THE FOOL, SHOULD HAVE NEVER SHOWED MY FEELINGS, SHOULD HAVE NEVER SHOWED UP. I AM THE FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First of all, Scribe...what can I say...I'm out of practice. <grin>
Debi...my son and I have never laughed so hard together. (I'll send you a private pic of it) We had a great time, and as far as the therapy...I think I'm gonna need it. I cannot believe I have such a 'great' son. Love ya both, love Cal
LOL@Schmitzie
Zilla, Thanks for posting the Prez's lullaby. I laughed my ass off. Schmitzie, That must have been so cool to hang at a concert with your son. Poor thing must have been so embarrassed to have his mother try with all her might to blow & spit up a lubricated condom. My guess is he will need years worth of therapy to get through that one. heheheheh David, I have tried for the past three years, at the hartwell reunions, to teach the chicks how to swallow via the BJ shots. I guess I need to work harder on a few of them. MP, where are you? Love and miss you all, Bada-bing
Zilla, Thanks for posting the Prez's lullaby. I laughed my ass off. Schmitzie, That must have been so cool to hang at a concert with your son. Poor thing must have been so embarrassed to have his mother try with all her might to blow & spit up a lubricated condom. My guess is he will need years worth of therapy to get