Show Me Yours, I might Show You Mine | ADHD Information
Now... get your mind out of the gutter, I'm not that kind of.. well, I guess I am kinda, but thats not what this is about. Just thought it would be neat to see what others have a passion for. I'm to shy, so I'll start the show with showing you Ratty's passion for her fairground booths and rides.
I had to downsize them alot, but you can get ahold of Ratty and she will send you full shots that show much better detail.
So... Whats your passion?
hi kidd where you been
great pics thanks for helping ratty35 share them 
Re- My fairground rides.....
Today we went to collect another new ride for use touse next year....
It's a haunted house...it needs some work doing to it...but not quite as much as i thought....
the outside needs alittle re-painting and the inside needs a bit more work....but will be great...once i've painted it.....
will try and get a picture on here soon.....
KIDD will like that....
Yep...it was a bit wasn't it.......
Brought back one or two memories.....good ones.....
Hi KIDD like the comics and the song.....
THANKS. Heres another;
Nothing I can Do, So I'll Do What I can You asked me for my help, when I was needing help too man. And I know helping you is what helps me, I believe thats The Master's plan. So when I tried to help you, You changed your mind and ran. Guess theres nothing I can do, so I'll keep doing all I can. When you feel all alone, And the sh*t-it-hits-the-fan, I might be able to pull you back' from the fire, into the frying pan. You said you felt alone, I know just how you feel, Like you picked the box, containing dirty socks, on Lets Make A Deal. I helped you then & I'll help you now, And if you need help agan. Call me, theres nothing I can do, So I'll do all that I can. So when you feel all alone, And the sh*t-it-hits-the-fan, I might be able to pull you back' from the fire, into the frying pan. Baby please remember, If you need me I'll be there, And be thankful that the dirty socks weren't dirty underwares. If you ask advice I'll give it, just remember you asked for it man. Theres nothing I can do, so I'll do all that I can. Oh baby when you feel all alone, And the sh*t-it-hits-the-fan, I might be able to pull you back' from the fire, into the frying pan.Good aren't you......
I like this one more than the other .....
that one was so touching Don't Think Twice, Once Was Enough Oh....... well, I thought you thought I was stupid, and I think you thought you was pretty tuff. I said I was thinking you thought I was stupid, and thought you thought that you was tuff. Thats what you thought at one time but baby, But don't think twice, once was enough. I gave you all that I had, all my money & lovin' & stuff. Oh yes I gave you all I had, all of my money & lovin' & stuff. You thought I should have given you more but hey babe, Don't think twice, once was enough. ------------ Then when I didn't have no more fun money, its funny how you started acting kinda funny, You said "I'm done and I ain't being funny, see, its just no-more-fun for me honey". Then you shoved me with much-true-grit, right-into -that- al-co-hol-ic-pit, As you ssssssssmiled, like a tigerrrrrrrrrr, eating shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..... ------------ .....It just don't make no sense, You think you can treat me so mean and rough . I said it kinda just don't kinda make no kinda sense...b.b..b...babyyyyyyyyyy, But I think you thought you could treat me so, kinda mean and.. kinda rough . I kinda think that your thinking is kinda unkind, so...don't think twice once was kind of.... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEnouuuuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...........DU HHHHHHHHHHHHHH, &... -------- Then when I didn't have no more fun money, its funny how you started acting kinda funny, You said "I'm done and I ain't being funny, see, its just no-more-fun for me honey". Then you shoved me with much-true-grit, right-into -that- al-co-hol-ic-pit, As you ssssssssmiled, like a tigerrrrrrrrrr, eating shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.....i.i.i.i.i... -------- ...It only goes to show.. you know, if-you-got-no-doe-you-can't-win-place-or-show, and you got no clothes, and you can't go nowhere in the buff. It blows-but-it-goes to show..you know,Oh, Oh, if-you-got-no-doe-you-can't-win-place-or-showww..oh-no , and you got no clothes on your back, and you can't... go nowhere... in the buff. Do you think I just had it coming, welllllllllllllllll.... DON'T..THINK..TWWWWWWICCCCCCEEEE, UH...MAMA, BECAUSE ONCE...WAS MORRRRRRRREEEEE, than enough.... baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i was singing your song and nearly passed out when i tryed EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEnouuuuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...........DU HHHHHHHHHHHHHH, &... -------- It were easier with waterchestnuts bouncin' off me cheeks las. I never get it all out in one breath anymore.
Hiya Benji!This post has had me thinking. I go through crazes like a kid ... I had the jigsaw one too a few years ago. I love to write (but hardly ever DO, these days). I keep promising myself I'm going to get something published again. I LOVE to read. And currently I'm an 80s freak. A few weeks ago I got over the war move craze ... We're not really TV mad but my hubby and I have never missed an episode of Lost or Prison Break. Of course there's reading which is an ongoing passion of mine. I just discovered Deborah Moggach (again).
ELE - ME - NTS
Start with the frame, corners first
Written words, an insatiable thirst
I sit with my books
Teach this to my chooks.
What will the picture be?
DH will be there for me
Missing the ATeam, Knight Rider and McGyver
My kids love it but who needs Survivor?
Heaven is a Place on Earth
But it's not the country of my birth.
With God's grace
The final piece is in place.
I've been busier than a one legged man at an arse kicking contest, butt still kicking. So... you gonna show us yours?
busier than one legged man
i dont really have a passion for anything as i never stick at things long enough, but at the moment i spend a lot of time building my web page and doing jigsaws im so obsesed with jigsaw at the moment i cant stop once i start nothing eles gets done
My mom had a passion for jigsaw puzzles all the way up to her passing in 98. I remember walking past the card table and I would always look and see a piece I could put in, then I'd forget all about where I was going and look for the next one, and the next one...and th... You know, I miss that. I haven't even seen a jigsaw puzzle since mom passed, save for the little 4-6 piece sets for kiddies that my grandkids bring over but I'm pretty slick and quick on those. I guess I could have a passion unfulfilled eating me alive here! I'm gonna go get me some puzzles.Ok. Here is a piece of one of my passions. I love to create comics, a passion which has grown out of my love for art. This is the cover of my last book I produced. It has been in high demand, at least 3 people want one.
i love you warning sign
comic kidd
Hi All....KIDD the pictures are great....thank you again.....Benji says Hello....WOOF...!!!!!.
Im passionate about war strategy and how militaries will eventually become dehumanized.Im also passionate about software all kinds but never got the gamers bug.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
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One of my favourite authors is Helene Hanff. She introduced me to Miniver Cheevy (by Edward Arlington Robinson). I relate so well to this in particular the last verse:
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would send him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam's neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.
Miniver loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.
Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing:
He missed the medieval grace
Of iron clothing.
Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.
-- Edwin Arlington Robinson
Ok, heres another piece of my passion, music. I've formed a fictitious legendary 3 piece 'ROCKS' band consisting of me, me, and the other me. Together We are...
MUMBLE PIE!
Hear is our fictitious cd that, through the magic of a 16 track mixing board I downloaded for free will soon be a reality. I have all the music written and half of it recorded, so look for it soon in popular music stores in the twilight zone.
Mumble Pie consisting of me, me, and the other me.
I don't what is funnier. The Humble Pie reference or the line up of your band.
Try right clicking your mouse and hit show picture on the menu that pops up.thanks kidd
orr poor tweety pie
MEEEE....OOOOOWWW
very good.....
....oh dear poor tweetie.....
Benji saw the pic and barked at it....and then tried to lick the computer moniter screen......
