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Tell us a story.  It has to be real.  You have to be directly involved (no retelling someone else's story).  You can include photos, links, or other media to tell your story.  There is no length requirement, but the spirit of this thread is to show creativity and entertain others through story telling.  Use your best judgment.  

 
So last night, I was sitting in the rocking chair in the Little Lurker's room reading to her before bed.  Every night since before she was born we've read the book A Night Night Prayer to her.  She's familiar with the book and doesn't pay attention to it as much as she does other stories she hasn't heard before.  Last night was going about like every other night.  We read a couple books and then were finishing up with Night Night Prayer.  It's a simple set of rhymes that say goodnight to the sun, flowers, dog, etc...  At this point, I have the entire book committed to memory.  Which makes it nice for when we forget to bring it somewhere.  :)

At the end of the book there's a page that says night night to mommy.  After we read the rhyme, the Little Lurker leans forward and gives an "Eskimo Kiss" (rub noses) to the "mommy" pictured in the book.  Then she turns her head and rests her cheek on the "mommy's" shoulder for a few seconds.  I about burst into tears it was so cute.  

The next page says night night to daddy.  After we read the rhyme, she pulled the book closer to her and rested her forehead on the shoulder of the "daddy" pictured in the book.  Then she pulled it closer so her cheek rested on the daddy.  Tears welled up in my eyes and I gave her a big hug.  She's such a sweet little girl. 

 
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Has anyone ever used a blade of grass to make a fun sound?  Hold your thumbs next to one another, fingernails facing you.  Place a blade of grass between the second and third knuckles and blow across it.  It'll cause the blade to vibrate and give off a squealing kind of noise.  You can open and close your hands to change the pitch as well.  

So after that brief tutorial, Mrs. Lurker and I were hanging out on a blanket in our backyard with the Little Lurker yesterday.  I was trying to teach this to the Mrs. while the little one crawled around on the blanket, treating the grass like lava and afraid to leave the blanket.  Finally I found the right piece of grass to make the noise after not having done it in years, and started making some noise.  Within seconds, the Little Lurker had broken down into a full meltdown complete with tears while she stared at me in terror.  

I opened my hands to show here it was just a blade of grass and she kind of calmed down.  She proceeded to grab the blade of grass and tear it into little pieces.

 
So, last night, I was minding my own business, up way too late because I'd passed out as soon as I was done with work stuff. It was maybe 3 or so in the morning and I was trying to get to sleep when I heard my cat scratching at the door to be let in. Being my tired lazy self, I was putting it off until I knew I had to get up when I heard an odd sound - a squeak. I got up to investigate and when I did, in comes my cat with a mouse in her mouth.

She then proceeded to take the mouse underneath my bed and when she put it down, I realized the poor thing was still alive. Deciding I didn't want to listen to the mouse's prolonged death while my cat decided to play with her food, or have to clean it up in the morning, I set out trying to capture this mouse. It took about a half hour of pulling out my bed, waiting for the mouse to get somewhere I could reach it only to have my cat scare it off, rinse, repeat until I finally managed to grab it using a plastic bag and take it outside.

So, that's the story of how I (maybe) managed to save a mouse from my little monster of a cat. Maybe I should stop encouraging her with the battery operated mouse toy...

 
Nizam Adrienne said:
So, last night, I was minding my own business, up way too late because I'd passed out as soon as I was done with work stuff. It was maybe 3 or so in the morning and I was trying to get to sleep when I heard my cat scratching at the door to be let in. Being my tired lazy self, I was putting it off until I knew I had to get up when I heard an odd sound - a squeak. I got up to investigate and when I did, in comes my cat with a mouse in her mouth.

She then proceeded to take the mouse underneath my bed and when she put it down, I realized the poor thing was still alive. Deciding I didn't want to listen to the mouse's prolonged death while my cat decided to play with her food, or have to clean it up in the morning, I set out trying to capture this mouse. It took about a half hour of pulling out my bed, waiting for the mouse to get somewhere I could reach it only to have my cat scare it off, rinse, repeat until I finally managed to grab it using a plastic bag and take it outside.

So, that's the story of how I (maybe) managed to save a mouse from my little monster of a cat. Maybe I should stop encouraging her with the battery operated mouse toy...
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This is how you treat your pets? The poor cat went hungry :(  

 
😅 Ok this story will show how bad of a sense of humor I had once I was younger (maybe now still)🤣. When I was 15, I had to have surgery on my leg. When I woke up the nurse, was there to greet and I ask me how I was and what not. As she was reading what I think is my chart, she touches my legs and said can you feel this. I say no because I can't, I could never for those that don't know I'm in a wheelchair. So the nurse then asks could you have felt it before and without a hesitation I go yeah. The look on her priceless but my Dad was there laughing and was like no he never felt them before. 🤣

 
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I want to tell you a story that my father told me about his youth

He did military service in the Alpini, since the only way to invade Italy with land forces is through the Alps we don't have particularly powerful land forces, few tanks, more light vehicles and specialized troops, the army is stronger in the air force and in the navy, 3-2-5-3 builds if it was P&W  :D  and the Alpini are our special troops to fight in the high mountains, they have particularly distinguished themselves in the WWI, and maybe I will make a post about those strange battles in the snow

Anyway he trained in the Alpini, ironically he was the first of the first company of the first infantry division so in case of war he would have been the first soldier at the front, his role was to transport the artillery to the mountains, to position himself in inaccessible places and to shoot at the enemy, to transport the material they used the mules as they were the most suitable to cover these impervious paths, so he had his personal mule to look after

One day they went to a shooting range where they trained to shoot cannons at a mountain slope, to determine the distance of the shot there are two things to take into account, the inclination and the power of the explosive charge, the commander gave the orders like: first cannon inclines 30, second cannon inclines 50, etc. and then, first cannon charged 2, second cannon charged 4, etc.

Someone inexperienced confused the orders then tilted the cannon for the maximum distance and charged with the maximum charge, the result was that the shot overtook the mountain

The following day an angry french priest arrived and so they discovered that the shot had passed the mountain entering french territory and destroyed the bell tower of a small mountain church, unlucky because it was the only building in the area

So dad was there during the only post WWII military aggression, the incident was solved by rebuilding the destroyed bell tower  :ms:

Next time I'll tell you how he ended up in military prison  :iiam:

Pic is from google as example, not dad



 
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>be me
>go to the gym for a PT strength push session
>PT makes me do 120kg bench
>don't usually do this but okay.jpg
>blackout and wake up in canteen
Wat

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