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I am a celtic Goddess  Got the dresses n'all. Go out into the forest at night on a full moon for dancing and secret women's story telling. In short I'm a post pagan christian and proud

By the way, I tried calling but I have to find the international numbers to put in first.

001, is it not?

Oh, Peita, that is cool!

I too have a post pagan Christian celctic goddess of the red head and freckled face and beloved heart kind!

We went to a bull fight last night.

She tends my wounds.

You see, a bull I do not slay, but watch the youth so do.

My wounds come from life, which have left me oh so blue.

Her kind gentle heart of Christian charity,

Is healing me well, wounds w/o parity.

We are friends.

She is ADHD.

We understand.

One another.

And accept that which we cannot change.
I'm a bull also, a Taurean. Coincidence? [QUOTE=Peita Pan]I'm a bull also, a Taurean. Coincidence?[/QUOTE]

Too Cool!

And Jackster, nice avatar. He's had some history. Look up Davidornadolenko. Or some russian like that...
  Time for my next install ment. But, I gotta get on the road again. Stopped at a Koffeeheads shop to check my email. But it's comin! Most intriging topics OMG!...I had the best dreams last night!!! I was off meds b/c I left them home, and am a traveling  man iac these days. So I had these vidvidvivididicious dreams.

This ever happen to you?

Here's one. I was a platoon leader in a protracted tropical conflict of the WWII era, where the Germans were still strong enough to project force on the ground, air, and water. They executed a night drop on our positition in a rear R&R area, where we were patching up from some severe firefights from the days before. We were all pretty much battle hardened veterans by now, but had let down our guard as we were licking our wounds and resting up, so we were caught off guard when the attack came. Initially, I was able to commandeer a squad jeep, round up some staff officers, and form a line of battle in order to delay the German column as it formed up in the dark. They had a new tech weapon which would capture the position of the flash of a firearm, and then a command would then be relayed back from some secret computer in Berlin where to aim a gattling gun and fire back at the flash. The effect was rather effective for them, and devastating for us. Although we took out several of their supporting troops, we struggled severely knocking out their flash drives. After losing our transportation, we were on foot, diving for cover, when a luftentrooper division began landing to our rear in the darkness. This too, caught us by surprise, nearly, however, one of the German battalions mistook their luftatroopers for us, and opened friendly fire upon them, alerting us to their positions. We quickly formed a defensive line to the east, which found us in the middle of a slow moving river, very rocky at this point. The water levels were low, which made for poor camoflauge, so we were diving under the water level and sucking air through our extra barrels, as straws. Fortunately, our command had been preparing a surprise of our own, which was a massed attack from all of the allied air forces, including jets, helos, planes, and flying dolphins (hey, this is my dream, remember?). Although the subsequent pounding was severe, there were many enemy survivors lurking in the shadows, reqrouping for a counter attack. We were running low on ammo, so were told to fix bayonets, and rely on alternate means of death dealing, which meant knives and garrots. As close in figting like this is very risky, we all saluted one another, and prepared for our attack. At this point a regiment of asian axis soldiers appeared on our right flank, and we could tell they were asian because of the smell of their rice and fish they were cooking. We were so hungry, we decided to attack this element first, in order to replenish our strength, and perhaps pick up a little more ammo with which to face the sauer krauts. So, we proceeded to engage the asian regiment, and although successfull, much to our chagrin, we'd lost a lot of valuable men. However, I ended up near the sushi bar, so I started handing out what was left of the raw fish and ammo we'd found there. This really did boost our moral, so forthwith we set out to accomplish our other orders, which were to drive the germans off their position in control of the river, where we had our bathing facilities, and had been playing water polo with handgrenades. After another intensely intense battle which lasted for several minutes, with the advantage swaying back and forth in any given moment, it was still dark, phosphor rounds lighting up the darkness, when at last, finally, all fell quiet. I had been wounded in several limbs, but the most severe injury was to my ADHD where I'd take a round clean through the first D, so it looked more like AOHD, than ADHD. AS this had a tendenceny to afflict my affect on effectiveness, I was temporarirly removed from command and sent to the aid station to receive emergency treatment. The nurse in charge was a gorgeous redhead friend of mine, who, thank God, was on duty that night. She knew me well, and had prepared for all sorts of casualties that may have befallen me. Knowing what best to treat the AOHD with, a round of solid injections of a field mixture of Ritalin and Provigil, she soon had me wrapped around her finger, ready to move out, and falling into the deepest feeelings of True Love that I'd ever expereineced. I knew this was a battlefield love, that it couldn't last, but the hope it gave me had me skipping back to my command to the tune of "We Were Soldiers, And Then Some"; as sung by the Marine Corp Fourth's Bars and Bows Band. To make a long story longer, I've decided to continue this tomorrow or later, as my left hand is going to sleep without the rest of my body, and stroking errantly at it's key responsibilities. So, I'll leave you here, my friends, and plant some seeds of what comes tomorrow, which is the end of this conflict, and the beginning of a True Love relationship between our hero and the Celtic Goddess, Sanci-Anne, our heroine nurse. Oh, what a love story it is, and will warm your hearts for generations.

Toodles,

Davidoodles...