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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Neysa 11/22/99 – Good morning
Hi, Meu Querido.
How was your weekend?
Kimie is learning to play keyboard, and yesterday (Saturday) was her first recital. She played "Eu Sei Que Vou Te Amar". It was beautiful, and I was so proud!
She also loves English, and sometimes she asks me to talk to her in English. She understands much more than I did when I was her age.
We’re starting to give Yara different kinds of food. This morning we gave her a cookie covered with chocolate. It was so funny! There was chocolate all over her when she finished. It’s a shame we didn’t have a film in the camera to take a picture. I did take a picture the first time she ate soup (I’ll attach this one). She looks so happy!
Now about your picture again, you are far and I couldn’t see much. But it looks ok. Nothing to be scared of. Really. I like you. You’re such a sweet person, you’re honest, you trust me, you’re not afraid to show me who you really are. That’s what I love about you, and this is more important than any picture. Anyway, it was nice of you to send me one picture that you don’t like. I also have pictures that I don’t like. People look at them and say there’s nothing wrong, but I just don’t like them (that one where you can see my body is one of those). I’ll see if I find a really bad one and send to you (if I have the guts!)
In any case, it would be silly if I tried to show myself to you different than I really am. What if you fell in love with that person? You’d eventually find out it wasn’t really me, and then it would be over. I think neither of us want to waste time playing this kind of game.
Now about my fetishes... I’ve been thinking about it, and I couldn’t find any. Of course, there are many things that I like (a huge bed with thousands of pillows, for instance - and other more specific, which I’ll NEVER be able to mention...)Well, this IS an important subject, and I’m glad to know that you don’t want the honeymoon ever to be over. ;)
I’ll let you know if I can think of anything close to a fetish. There MUST be one!
Tomorrow (Monday) morning I’m taking Yara to take her vaccines, and after that I’ll make her application for a new nursery. So, I’ll be a little late for work. Hope you get this before leaving for work. I missed you!
Now tell me:
do you smoke?
What’s you favorite food?
Hugs & kisses
How was your weekend?
Kimie is learning to play keyboard, and yesterday (Saturday) was her first recital. She played "Eu Sei Que Vou Te Amar". It was beautiful, and I was so proud!
She also loves English, and sometimes she asks me to talk to her in English. She understands much more than I did when I was her age.
We’re starting to give Yara different kinds of food. This morning we gave her a cookie covered with chocolate. It was so funny! There was chocolate all over her when she finished. It’s a shame we didn’t have a film in the camera to take a picture. I did take a picture the first time she ate soup (I’ll attach this one). She looks so happy!
Now about your picture again, you are far and I couldn’t see much. But it looks ok. Nothing to be scared of. Really. I like you. You’re such a sweet person, you’re honest, you trust me, you’re not afraid to show me who you really are. That’s what I love about you, and this is more important than any picture. Anyway, it was nice of you to send me one picture that you don’t like. I also have pictures that I don’t like. People look at them and say there’s nothing wrong, but I just don’t like them (that one where you can see my body is one of those). I’ll see if I find a really bad one and send to you (if I have the guts!)
In any case, it would be silly if I tried to show myself to you different than I really am. What if you fell in love with that person? You’d eventually find out it wasn’t really me, and then it would be over. I think neither of us want to waste time playing this kind of game.
Now about my fetishes... I’ve been thinking about it, and I couldn’t find any. Of course, there are many things that I like (a huge bed with thousands of pillows, for instance - and other more specific, which I’ll NEVER be able to mention...)
I’ll let you know if I can think of anything close to a fetish. There MUST be one!
Tomorrow (Monday) morning I’m taking Yara to take her vaccines, and after that I’ll make her application for a new nursery. So, I’ll be a little late for work. Hope you get this before leaving for work. I missed you!
Now tell me:
do you smoke?
What’s you favorite food?
Hugs & kisses
Neysa
Dave 11/19/99 – Re: Weekends
Hi Tootsie,
It would be nice to be able to talk to you on weekends, but when David visits, I don't spend much time on mine. If I knew you were going to write, I would log on a couple times a day, though.
March is probably the most pleasant month here. It is our spring and it is not very hot and not very cold. I have an obligation the weekend of the 15th through the 19th. We have an annual race at the Sebring Race track here in Florida. I hate for you to think of spending that money. It would be very expensive. Of course... you're only 40 once. Maybe if I stopped having birthdays, you would catch up with me.:) Yes, I take vacations, but I haven't taken one in the last couple years, because it's not fun alone. Plus, during the racing season, we are traveling about two weekends a month to race in the Southeast US. My biggest problem right now, is having the money to enjoy a vacation.
Hopefully after the first of the year, I can get some of those problems resolved.
I'm very pleased to hear that my photo didn't frighten you as much as a horror movie. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. :) I'll get you for that remark! Paybacks are Hell!!!!
The only Brazilian movies I've seen were from Rio and included lots of naked people doing all sorts of things. I doubt they received any film awards.
NO... I've never seen a Brazilian Movie. It would have to be subtitled obviously, since when it comes to Portuguese, I don't know a Meu from a Minha.
My eyes are blue. I thought I told you about my work. I am an investigator for the Office of the Public Defender. When a person is arrested for a crime, he is taken before a judge within 48 hours. The judge will ask him/her if they can afford to pay an attorney to represent them and if they cannot, he appoints a Public Defender. This Public Defender is a state employee attorney and represents only those who cannot afford an attorney.
I'm sure you have seen American movies where the police "Read rights" to a person. It's called a "Miranda Warning" after a Mexican that was arrested for Rape in the State of Arizona many years ago and confessed without counseling an attorney. His conviction was overturned by the US Supreme Court, because our constitution guarantees representation in court.
ANYWAY!... the Miranda Warning is the "You have the right to remain silent... and there is a part in there that says, "You have the right to an attorney, now or at anytime during questioning. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you at not cost." etc etc.
After that long story I've just told you, I'll tell you what I do. I fullfil requests from court appointed attorneys, for investigative services.
I mostly locate witnesses and interview them, but I also serve court summons on people, take photographs and measurements at crime scenes, secure documents and records and lots of other stuff.
I like it very much, but now I will shut up and send this. Think about me and I'll talk to you MONDAY! attached is picture of David Jr. with his dirtbike and my old truck. He was getting ready to wake up the squirrels and bunnies.
Sorriso,
Dave
It would be nice to be able to talk to you on weekends, but when David visits, I don't spend much time on mine. If I knew you were going to write, I would log on a couple times a day, though.
March is probably the most pleasant month here. It is our spring and it is not very hot and not very cold. I have an obligation the weekend of the 15th through the 19th. We have an annual race at the Sebring Race track here in Florida. I hate for you to think of spending that money. It would be very expensive. Of course... you're only 40 once. Maybe if I stopped having birthdays, you would catch up with me.:) Yes, I take vacations, but I haven't taken one in the last couple years, because it's not fun alone. Plus, during the racing season, we are traveling about two weekends a month to race in the Southeast US. My biggest problem right now, is having the money to enjoy a vacation.
Hopefully after the first of the year, I can get some of those problems resolved.
I'm very pleased to hear that my photo didn't frighten you as much as a horror movie. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. :) I'll get you for that remark! Paybacks are Hell!!!!
The only Brazilian movies I've seen were from Rio and included lots of naked people doing all sorts of things. I doubt they received any film awards.
NO... I've never seen a Brazilian Movie. It would have to be subtitled obviously, since when it comes to Portuguese, I don't know a Meu from a Minha.
My eyes are blue. I thought I told you about my work. I am an investigator for the Office of the Public Defender. When a person is arrested for a crime, he is taken before a judge within 48 hours. The judge will ask him/her if they can afford to pay an attorney to represent them and if they cannot, he appoints a Public Defender. This Public Defender is a state employee attorney and represents only those who cannot afford an attorney.
I'm sure you have seen American movies where the police "Read rights" to a person. It's called a "Miranda Warning" after a Mexican that was arrested for Rape in the State of Arizona many years ago and confessed without counseling an attorney. His conviction was overturned by the US Supreme Court, because our constitution guarantees representation in court.
ANYWAY!... the Miranda Warning is the "You have the right to remain silent... and there is a part in there that says, "You have the right to an attorney, now or at anytime during questioning. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you at not cost." etc etc.
After that long story I've just told you, I'll tell you what I do. I fullfil requests from court appointed attorneys, for investigative services.
I mostly locate witnesses and interview them, but I also serve court summons on people, take photographs and measurements at crime scenes, secure documents and records and lots of other stuff.
I like it very much, but now I will shut up and send this. Think about me and I'll talk to you MONDAY! attached is picture of David Jr. with his dirtbike and my old truck. He was getting ready to wake up the squirrels and bunnies.
Sorriso,
Dave
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Dave 11/19/99 - Re: CHILDREN, MOVIES, SAD STORIES AND THE ELEPHANT MAN
Friday, November 19th, 7:40am
Hi Sunshine,
People can be cruel, especially children. Whether it's the little boy or girl that is very overweight or one who is different in some other way. Any deviation from the norm is exploited and, you're right, people don't realize that there is a thinking, hurting, normal human being inside.
I feel very warm with your telling of your story. It shows that you have trust in me and I want trust. I will never violate it.
In the last few years my hearing has deteriorated. I grew up with a father that had ear problems and remember well my frustration when I constantly had to repeat myself. I also remember his impatience when I would just say "Never mind" instead of saying it again. He would say that if it wasn't worth repeating then it wasn't worth saying in the first place. Now, the shoe is on the other foot. I am experiencing what HE must have. I can hear OK on the phone and if people speak clearly and I can see their mouth, I don't have a problem, but some people mumble and talk softly. I strain and watch their mouth closely, even trying to get closer, but when I do, they just talk more softly. I find myself avoiding conversation, contact and communication with people. Some people in my office that are new and don't know me, think I'm not friendly because I sometimes don't respond to them.
I find myself just smiling and shaking my head in a non-descript manner, not knowing if an affirmative response is appropriate to what ever they asked me or said to me. In the hall, when I pass someone, I always smile but then look away quickly and walk fast like I'm in a hurry to get someplace. I figure this way, they won't try to begin idle conversation. There is nothing wrong with a hearing aid. It's no different than glasses to see, but I have a problem with becoming dependent on a device. I suppose I will have to do something soon. Sometimes, I'm called to testify in court and it's embarrassing when I can't hear attorneys questions or the judges instructions. I make excuses that I'm just getting over a cold and ear infection and can't hear because of that.
Anyway, as an adult, I can deal with it. I can't imagine what a child must go through when they are parked like a piece of furniture and the world moves around them, ignoring them.
I have a cousin that is in a wheelchair after a childhood falling accident.
She damaged her spinal cord and has no feeling in her legs. When we were children, I tried to treat her like anyone else and not make a big deal about her affliction. I watched the other kids make jokes and treat her like she wasn't a living, feeling person. As an adult, she has told me, as you have, how she felt and what her feelings were when she was small. She is a doctor now and works with kids with physical problems in a children's hospital. I visit her sometimes at work and help moving the children around and entertaining them. I feel good when I leave.
I know that your experience has made you stronger and a more compassionate person. God has a reason for everything and you may not be as sweet as you are if it wasn't for the experience. Thank you for sharing that with me and now we will forget it and move on. I must admit, I'm glad you don't look like the Elephant Man!
There was another movie similar to that, called "Mask". It was with Cher Bono and her son was deformed. Very sad, but very uplifting too. You say you cry a lot. I say you cry for others and not yourself. That's called compassion and it's a very good trait. Keep it up!
No, Pitootie has no meaning, just cute. I still like "Sunshine" best. I see it in your eyes and the eyes are the window to the soul.
So... what are we going to do about all the miles between us. Maybe we can get the Brazilian government to move the country closer. I would try here, but our government can't get ANYTHING done. Is is hard to get a visitors Visa to come to the US? Is is hard to visit Brazil? I need to investigate this, even though I have no idea when I could do it. If we were closer, we would have already met and that's frustrating. Maybe a rich relative will die and leave me tons of money. Or maybe I'll rob a bank.
I'd better go to work now. Hope you are having a nice day. Kiss the babies for me when you get home. I'll miss you this weekend. You need to get Internet at home and we could chat live on ICQ or someplace like that. I would like to call you again, but I'll wait for a time. I can't afford frequent calls to "Cuurrr-a-Teeba".
Attached is terrible picture of me. I look like I just got out of bed. My son took it with the digital camera about two weeks ago. If you get past this, it's all down hill!
luv,
dave
Hi Sunshine,
People can be cruel, especially children. Whether it's the little boy or girl that is very overweight or one who is different in some other way. Any deviation from the norm is exploited and, you're right, people don't realize that there is a thinking, hurting, normal human being inside.
I feel very warm with your telling of your story. It shows that you have trust in me and I want trust. I will never violate it.
In the last few years my hearing has deteriorated. I grew up with a father that had ear problems and remember well my frustration when I constantly had to repeat myself. I also remember his impatience when I would just say "Never mind" instead of saying it again. He would say that if it wasn't worth repeating then it wasn't worth saying in the first place. Now, the shoe is on the other foot. I am experiencing what HE must have. I can hear OK on the phone and if people speak clearly and I can see their mouth, I don't have a problem, but some people mumble and talk softly. I strain and watch their mouth closely, even trying to get closer, but when I do, they just talk more softly. I find myself avoiding conversation, contact and communication with people. Some people in my office that are new and don't know me, think I'm not friendly because I sometimes don't respond to them.
I find myself just smiling and shaking my head in a non-descript manner, not knowing if an affirmative response is appropriate to what ever they asked me or said to me. In the hall, when I pass someone, I always smile but then look away quickly and walk fast like I'm in a hurry to get someplace. I figure this way, they won't try to begin idle conversation. There is nothing wrong with a hearing aid. It's no different than glasses to see, but I have a problem with becoming dependent on a device. I suppose I will have to do something soon. Sometimes, I'm called to testify in court and it's embarrassing when I can't hear attorneys questions or the judges instructions. I make excuses that I'm just getting over a cold and ear infection and can't hear because of that.
Anyway, as an adult, I can deal with it. I can't imagine what a child must go through when they are parked like a piece of furniture and the world moves around them, ignoring them.
I have a cousin that is in a wheelchair after a childhood falling accident.
She damaged her spinal cord and has no feeling in her legs. When we were children, I tried to treat her like anyone else and not make a big deal about her affliction. I watched the other kids make jokes and treat her like she wasn't a living, feeling person. As an adult, she has told me, as you have, how she felt and what her feelings were when she was small. She is a doctor now and works with kids with physical problems in a children's hospital. I visit her sometimes at work and help moving the children around and entertaining them. I feel good when I leave.
I know that your experience has made you stronger and a more compassionate person. God has a reason for everything and you may not be as sweet as you are if it wasn't for the experience. Thank you for sharing that with me and now we will forget it and move on. I must admit, I'm glad you don't look like the Elephant Man!
There was another movie similar to that, called "Mask". It was with Cher Bono and her son was deformed. Very sad, but very uplifting too. You say you cry a lot. I say you cry for others and not yourself. That's called compassion and it's a very good trait. Keep it up!
No, Pitootie has no meaning, just cute. I still like "Sunshine" best. I see it in your eyes and the eyes are the window to the soul.
So... what are we going to do about all the miles between us. Maybe we can get the Brazilian government to move the country closer. I would try here, but our government can't get ANYTHING done. Is is hard to get a visitors Visa to come to the US? Is is hard to visit Brazil? I need to investigate this, even though I have no idea when I could do it. If we were closer, we would have already met and that's frustrating. Maybe a rich relative will die and leave me tons of money. Or maybe I'll rob a bank.
I'd better go to work now. Hope you are having a nice day. Kiss the babies for me when you get home. I'll miss you this weekend. You need to get Internet at home and we could chat live on ICQ or someplace like that. I would like to call you again, but I'll wait for a time. I can't afford frequent calls to "Cuurrr-a-Teeba".
Attached is terrible picture of me. I look like I just got out of bed. My son took it with the digital camera about two weeks ago. If you get past this, it's all down hill!
luv,
dave
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Neysa 11/19/99 - CHILDREN, MOVIES, SAD STORIES AND THE ELEPHANT MAN
When I was about 1 year old, I was diagnosed with bilateral congenital hip dislocation. My parents didn’t suspect of anything wrong until I started to walk. I was put in a cast for more than a year, to make the bones fit in the right place. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t play. My grandmother used to bring me to the kitchen table, and I would listen to the radio and play with the silverware while she cooked. She was my best friend. And I could sing every song they played on the radio.
I think that’s why I’m a little quiet and shy. At the time I should be running and playing with the other kids, I had to play alone. I had a cousin who came to play with me once in a while. Her favorite toy was always the one she saw in my hands. And I couldn’t run after her.
After that my life was a series of doctors, trips and X-rays. The cast didn’t fix my bones, and we often travelled to Rio or São Paulo (we lived in Curitiba then) looking for a doctor who knew what to do. Then more casts, then braces, and no result.
I think most of my childhood was normal. Of course I couldn’t run like the other kids, but I went to school, I helped my mother sometimes at home, and sometimes I even went out to buy bread or any other small things she would need.
One day, when I was 9 years old, I was going to buy bread, I heard a woman say to her daughter when I passed by them, "Poor girl. She’s a cripple."
I’m not sure if this word in English expresses the same exact meaning of the word she used in Portuguese.
I was surprised by what I had just heard. I had no idea that this was how people saw me. I never saw myself as such. My parents never treated me as such.
Thinking about it now, I can imagine how they must have suffered, how they must have tried to protect me. Even so, they always taught me to be independent.
I continued on my way, but those words wouldn’t go out of my mind. So, that’s what the world thought I was.Fortunately, I never settled for that. I knew that they were wrong.
I can’t say that those words didn’t hurt me. They did. I didn’t know how to fight, I didn’t know what to do.
It took me some time to learn that my attitude would show them who I really was. You can’t fight against what people think. The only way to prove they’re wrong is to show them what you really are.. Little by little. Day by day. It takes longer. But it works.
I found out that there are many cripples with perfect bodies and minds. They are very good at finding excuses not to do what they should do. Always complaining. Always showing the world how unfortunate they are. That’s their choice. Not mine.
I never felt sorry for myself, and I never let anybody feel sorry for me. It’s a waste of time, and I have better things to do.
It happened other times. Some people would even try to offend me. But then I was already prepared for that.
I’ve noticed that many people are just incapable of looking in the eyes of someone who has a physical problem. They just don’t know how to deal with it, and they try to protect themselves from feelings they can’t handle. And they end up making you invisible. They prefer not to see. They forget you have feelings. They really don’t think you have feelings. I guess they think you’re so busy being a cripple that you wouldn’t have time to talk, to smile, to have ideas.
I know these people NEVER meant to hurt me. It’s just that they don’t know what else to do.
Finally, after countless doctors and X-rays, I was operated when I was 11, and my hips were fixed, in November 1971. After the surgery, I used another cast for 3 months, until the bones consolidated.
When Christmas came, the whole family came to celebrate in our house. I couldn’t walk, so my parents decided to put me in the living room couch, so I could participate in the party. Cousins, uncles, aunts, they would all come from one room to another, and avoided to look when they passed by me.
They wouldn’t want me to see in their eyes how sorry they were. And when our eyes crossed, they wouldn’t know what to say.
I know how it feels to be invisible. I know how it feels not to be seen as a person.
When I first watched the Elephant Man, I didn’t just cry. I sobbed! I knew exactly how he felt. And I admired his courage.
All this I just told you, Dave, is part of me. Part of what I am.
It all made me grow to be the person I am today. And I think I am a much better person than I would be if I hadn’t had those experiences.
I’m not bitter. I’m not sorry. I had the strength to overcome everything. I love life. I love people. I love to see beauty wherever it is. I love that little girl I once was. (sometimes I just wish I could hug her and kiss her and tell her it’s all right) And most of all, I love myself. I WON!
Dave,
you told me not to hold back. I’m not holding back, as you can see. God knows what it took me to write this. Very few people have heard this story. But I think I’ve been built around those sad experiences, and anyone who wants to know me should know them.
Again, I’m not sad, and I’m not unhappy. I don't think the world owe me anything. So, don’t be sad or unhappy for me.
I’ll be lighter in the next messages, I promise!
Love,
Neysa
I think that’s why I’m a little quiet and shy. At the time I should be running and playing with the other kids, I had to play alone. I had a cousin who came to play with me once in a while. Her favorite toy was always the one she saw in my hands. And I couldn’t run after her.
After that my life was a series of doctors, trips and X-rays. The cast didn’t fix my bones, and we often travelled to Rio or São Paulo (we lived in Curitiba then) looking for a doctor who knew what to do. Then more casts, then braces, and no result.
I think most of my childhood was normal. Of course I couldn’t run like the other kids, but I went to school, I helped my mother sometimes at home, and sometimes I even went out to buy bread or any other small things she would need.
One day, when I was 9 years old, I was going to buy bread, I heard a woman say to her daughter when I passed by them, "Poor girl. She’s a cripple."
I’m not sure if this word in English expresses the same exact meaning of the word she used in Portuguese.
I was surprised by what I had just heard. I had no idea that this was how people saw me. I never saw myself as such. My parents never treated me as such.
Thinking about it now, I can imagine how they must have suffered, how they must have tried to protect me. Even so, they always taught me to be independent.
I continued on my way, but those words wouldn’t go out of my mind. So, that’s what the world thought I was.Fortunately, I never settled for that. I knew that they were wrong.
I can’t say that those words didn’t hurt me. They did. I didn’t know how to fight, I didn’t know what to do.
It took me some time to learn that my attitude would show them who I really was. You can’t fight against what people think. The only way to prove they’re wrong is to show them what you really are.. Little by little. Day by day. It takes longer. But it works.
I found out that there are many cripples with perfect bodies and minds. They are very good at finding excuses not to do what they should do. Always complaining. Always showing the world how unfortunate they are. That’s their choice. Not mine.
I never felt sorry for myself, and I never let anybody feel sorry for me. It’s a waste of time, and I have better things to do.
It happened other times. Some people would even try to offend me. But then I was already prepared for that.
I’ve noticed that many people are just incapable of looking in the eyes of someone who has a physical problem. They just don’t know how to deal with it, and they try to protect themselves from feelings they can’t handle. And they end up making you invisible. They prefer not to see. They forget you have feelings. They really don’t think you have feelings. I guess they think you’re so busy being a cripple that you wouldn’t have time to talk, to smile, to have ideas.
I know these people NEVER meant to hurt me. It’s just that they don’t know what else to do.
Finally, after countless doctors and X-rays, I was operated when I was 11, and my hips were fixed, in November 1971. After the surgery, I used another cast for 3 months, until the bones consolidated.
When Christmas came, the whole family came to celebrate in our house. I couldn’t walk, so my parents decided to put me in the living room couch, so I could participate in the party. Cousins, uncles, aunts, they would all come from one room to another, and avoided to look when they passed by me.
They wouldn’t want me to see in their eyes how sorry they were. And when our eyes crossed, they wouldn’t know what to say.
I know how it feels to be invisible. I know how it feels not to be seen as a person.
When I first watched the Elephant Man, I didn’t just cry. I sobbed! I knew exactly how he felt. And I admired his courage.
All this I just told you, Dave, is part of me. Part of what I am.
It all made me grow to be the person I am today. And I think I am a much better person than I would be if I hadn’t had those experiences.
I’m not bitter. I’m not sorry. I had the strength to overcome everything. I love life. I love people. I love to see beauty wherever it is. I love that little girl I once was. (sometimes I just wish I could hug her and kiss her and tell her it’s all right) And most of all, I love myself. I WON!
Dave,
you told me not to hold back. I’m not holding back, as you can see. God knows what it took me to write this. Very few people have heard this story. But I think I’ve been built around those sad experiences, and anyone who wants to know me should know them.
Again, I’m not sad, and I’m not unhappy. I don't think the world owe me anything. So, don’t be sad or unhappy for me.
I’ll be lighter in the next messages, I promise!
Love,
Neysa
Dave 11/18/99 – Re: Manteiga derretida
Hi Moonbeam,
I like to learn new things and language has always fascinated me. All the world is tied by language and English (or American) is such a combination of other world language. We are a "Melting Pot" of cultures with many trying to retain some of their heritage. I'm sure it's the same there. Grottos of different nationalities grouping together. In Orlando, there are sections of Puerto Rican, Cuban, Italian and even Vietnamese. The restaurants are good and the culture sharing is educational.
Are you raising your girls to be bi-lingual? It's so much easier when they are young to give them the gift of language. It's hard to force yourself to speak in a language that isn't natural to you. It's hard to express yourself and your feelings when the words are different. Some words in Portuguese, probably fit your expression better than any available word in English. It's natural and is the same in reverse. In the Baltic countries of Europe, for instance, one of the most vulgar and profane things you can say, is literally translated to English as "Blood of a Dog". Now... when I hit my finger with a hammer, that phrase doesn't come to mind. We have other expletives.
I too... believe that men of small stature probably compensate with a "Rooster" attitude. I believe psychologists call it a "Napoleon Complex".
I assume because he was a small man and strutted his power to make him feel larger. It is the same with women who are very tall. They don't wear high heels on shoes and try to dress so as to not accentuate their height. I like small women because when I hold them in my arms, I feel like they are a small bird in my hand. I think women like larger men, because they feel secure and protected. Even a tiny woman can control immense power in a man if they love him and he loves her. That, I'm sure is a good feeling.
After thinking about it, I should realize you probably haven't seen "Brian's Song". It is a true story about a white American Football player who dies of Cancer and his relationship with a black friend who plays on the same team. It is a sad and touching story that is even more emotional because it's true. I cry at any story involving children who are somehow involved in something that children shouldn't be involved in. We have an organization here called "The make a wish" foundation. It makes dreams come true for children who are terminally ill. I've met some of these courageous kids that know they are going to die. They are strong in spirit and don't feel sorry for themselves. They live every day they have, like it was their last. Why can't we all do that, every day of our lives?
I don't pray as much as I should. Sometimes I feel hypocritical because I only do when I feel the need. I suppose that giving thanks for every breath and every sunrise is the way to have a good relationship with God. I am secure in my belief and can't understand how people can deny the existence of a supreme deity. Anyone who has experienced or witnessed the birth of a child, can't possibly believe there is no God. I helped with both of mine and delivered two myself when I was a police officer. Holding a newborn when it takes its first breath will bring tears to the eyes of the most macho man. If it doesn't, then he has NO emotion.
Gotta go to work my little melted butter. I like your letters and look forward to them. Like I told you, it doesn't matter what you talk about as long as it's something that will help me know you better. I wish you were closer.
hugs & kisses,
dave
"When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant, I couldn't stand to have the old man around. When I got to be twenty one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years."
-Mark Twain
I like to learn new things and language has always fascinated me. All the world is tied by language and English (or American) is such a combination of other world language. We are a "Melting Pot" of cultures with many trying to retain some of their heritage. I'm sure it's the same there. Grottos of different nationalities grouping together. In Orlando, there are sections of Puerto Rican, Cuban, Italian and even Vietnamese. The restaurants are good and the culture sharing is educational.
Are you raising your girls to be bi-lingual? It's so much easier when they are young to give them the gift of language. It's hard to force yourself to speak in a language that isn't natural to you. It's hard to express yourself and your feelings when the words are different. Some words in Portuguese, probably fit your expression better than any available word in English. It's natural and is the same in reverse. In the Baltic countries of Europe, for instance, one of the most vulgar and profane things you can say, is literally translated to English as "Blood of a Dog". Now... when I hit my finger with a hammer, that phrase doesn't come to mind. We have other expletives.
I too... believe that men of small stature probably compensate with a "Rooster" attitude. I believe psychologists call it a "Napoleon Complex".
I assume because he was a small man and strutted his power to make him feel larger. It is the same with women who are very tall. They don't wear high heels on shoes and try to dress so as to not accentuate their height. I like small women because when I hold them in my arms, I feel like they are a small bird in my hand. I think women like larger men, because they feel secure and protected. Even a tiny woman can control immense power in a man if they love him and he loves her. That, I'm sure is a good feeling.
After thinking about it, I should realize you probably haven't seen "Brian's Song". It is a true story about a white American Football player who dies of Cancer and his relationship with a black friend who plays on the same team. It is a sad and touching story that is even more emotional because it's true. I cry at any story involving children who are somehow involved in something that children shouldn't be involved in. We have an organization here called "The make a wish" foundation. It makes dreams come true for children who are terminally ill. I've met some of these courageous kids that know they are going to die. They are strong in spirit and don't feel sorry for themselves. They live every day they have, like it was their last. Why can't we all do that, every day of our lives?
I don't pray as much as I should. Sometimes I feel hypocritical because I only do when I feel the need. I suppose that giving thanks for every breath and every sunrise is the way to have a good relationship with God. I am secure in my belief and can't understand how people can deny the existence of a supreme deity. Anyone who has experienced or witnessed the birth of a child, can't possibly believe there is no God. I helped with both of mine and delivered two myself when I was a police officer. Holding a newborn when it takes its first breath will bring tears to the eyes of the most macho man. If it doesn't, then he has NO emotion.
Gotta go to work my little melted butter. I like your letters and look forward to them. Like I told you, it doesn't matter what you talk about as long as it's something that will help me know you better. I wish you were closer.
hugs & kisses,
dave
"When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant, I couldn't stand to have the old man around. When I got to be twenty one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years."
-Mark Twain
Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Dave 11/17/99 – Re: Movies
Hi Sunshine,
I think I will give up on the Portuguese. You are very patient with my efforts. Like you said once before, you can't learn from the Internet.
So, tell me why you love "Elephant Man" so much. Have you seen the movie "Ghost"? That's a sad one too. Of course, "Love Story" and "Brian's Song" are pretty much tear jerkers too.
Be prepared... I am very emotional and cry as much as most women. Not at problems in life, but at movies and when someone I love is sad. My father was the same. It isn't considered masculine to cry. Men aren't supposed to cry. No one every doubted the masculinity of my father and I should think they wouldn't question mine. I don't know what an open display of emotion has to do with gender.
No, I can't think of any common expressions used for people who cry. Of course, a person who acts like a child and cries when they don't get their way is called a "Cry Baby" or "Whiner". I might cry and I might complain...
but I never WHINE.
There are many different sayings here. You seem to know most of them. We have a saying; "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush". In Russia, they say; "A feather in the hand is better than a bird in the air". I had a book once of sayings and where they came from. Some are quite old. Many are from Europe.
Yes, you should take pictures of Yara every month. They change so much so quickly. She should be standing with support and walking by holding furniture, soon. Then she will start to talk and call you... what will she call you? Here, it's usually MaMa and the father is DaDa.
I have really only had one nickname and that's "Doc". I have been called lots of names, but not really nicknames. I like the Pitusca. I think it fits you.
You asked me if I believe in God. I was raised a Christian and would have a difficult time believing in the son without believing in the father. Yes...
I believe there is an all knowing and all seeing, kind, merciful and understanding God out there. What about you?
Thanks for all the hugs. I can almost feel them.
Hugs back,
dave
"If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will never bite you. This is the principal difference between a man and a dog."
-Mark Twain
I think I will give up on the Portuguese. You are very patient with my efforts. Like you said once before, you can't learn from the Internet.
So, tell me why you love "Elephant Man" so much. Have you seen the movie "Ghost"? That's a sad one too. Of course, "Love Story" and "Brian's Song" are pretty much tear jerkers too.
Be prepared... I am very emotional and cry as much as most women. Not at problems in life, but at movies and when someone I love is sad. My father was the same. It isn't considered masculine to cry. Men aren't supposed to cry. No one every doubted the masculinity of my father and I should think they wouldn't question mine. I don't know what an open display of emotion has to do with gender.
No, I can't think of any common expressions used for people who cry. Of course, a person who acts like a child and cries when they don't get their way is called a "Cry Baby" or "Whiner". I might cry and I might complain...
but I never WHINE.
There are many different sayings here. You seem to know most of them. We have a saying; "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush". In Russia, they say; "A feather in the hand is better than a bird in the air". I had a book once of sayings and where they came from. Some are quite old. Many are from Europe.
Yes, you should take pictures of Yara every month. They change so much so quickly. She should be standing with support and walking by holding furniture, soon. Then she will start to talk and call you... what will she call you? Here, it's usually MaMa and the father is DaDa.
I have really only had one nickname and that's "Doc". I have been called lots of names, but not really nicknames
You asked me if I believe in God. I was raised a Christian and would have a difficult time believing in the son without believing in the father. Yes...
I believe there is an all knowing and all seeing, kind, merciful and understanding God out there. What about you?
Thanks for all the hugs. I can almost feel them.
Hugs back,
dave
"If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will never bite you. This is the principal difference between a man and a dog."
-Mark Twain
Neysa 11/17/99 - Patience
Dave Querido
I'll love to tell you everything I know about me. There's a lot I'm still learning. Maybe we can learn together.
I had never heard of terrycloth (I think I missed this class in my English course...), but I looked in the Internet. The first thing I saw was a bathrobe, for $90!!!!! That's expensive! (about $180 reais) And that was also the last thing I saw. I think I'd have to feel it, instead of seeing it.
This weekend has been a torture. I couldn't wait to sit in front of my computer and check my e-mail! I've been thinking of so many things to tell you, and now... blank. No, that's not it. It's just that you wrote what I think and how I feel. I'd tell you what I think about love, friendship, trust. But you already know. What else is there to say?
I know what you mean. I've lived with someone who never bothered to really know who I am. No friendship, no love, no trust, no respect. And I see that's the way most people live. They prefer to be with someone, anyone (even someone they hate), so they don't have to think about who they really are.
Meu menino amado, don't tell me you're trying to lose weight!!!! Don't do that. Please! Look at things this way: you're not fat (you may be heavy, but you really don't look fat), you are comfortable! Besides, I love big huge tall men! I love big arms around me. I love big shoulders and chest where I can rest my head.
My sisters use to say that Patience is my middle name, but I'd like to have an idea how patient I'll have to be. Months? Years? (oh, no! Not that, please!) Yes, while we can't see and touch each other, we'll write. (Don't worry about the cookies! I'm sure there will be more. Enjoy them, and don't feel guilty.) And I hope we'll have much time to get to know each other better after we meet.
I understand what you say about being insecure. I think I feel the same way. I'm not looking for a shallow short term relationship. I want someone who can really love, trust and respect me, and who I can love, trust and respect for the rest of my life. It's so simple... and so hard to find.
So... do you still love me???????? :)
Here's my address, in case you wish to send me a Christmas card: (it will be nice to have in my hands something you've touched. I think I'll close my eyes and try to imagine your hands, and how you'll be holding that card, closing the envelope... I'll hold it next to my cheek, and try to feel your hands, your smell...) :)
Rua Guilherme Pugsley 2585 ap 14
Portão - Curitiba - PR
80610-300 Brazil
Send me your address too, and I'll write something for you with my own hands. ;-)
Now answer this:
Do you believe in God?
I'll love to tell you everything I know about me. There's a lot I'm still learning. Maybe we can learn together.
I had never heard of terrycloth (I think I missed this class in my English course...), but I looked in the Internet. The first thing I saw was a bathrobe, for $90!!!!! That's expensive! (about $180 reais) And that was also the last thing I saw. I think I'd have to feel it, instead of seeing it.
This weekend has been a torture. I couldn't wait to sit in front of my computer and check my e-mail! I've been thinking of so many things to tell you, and now... blank. No, that's not it. It's just that you wrote what I think and how I feel. I'd tell you what I think about love, friendship, trust. But you already know. What else is there to say?
I know what you mean. I've lived with someone who never bothered to really know who I am. No friendship, no love, no trust, no respect. And I see that's the way most people live. They prefer to be with someone, anyone (even someone they hate), so they don't have to think about who they really are.
Meu menino amado, don't tell me you're trying to lose weight!!!! Don't do that. Please! Look at things this way: you're not fat (you may be heavy, but you really don't look fat), you are comfortable! Besides, I love big huge tall men! I love big arms around me. I love big shoulders and chest where I can rest my head.
My sisters use to say that Patience is my middle name, but I'd like to have an idea how patient I'll have to be. Months? Years? (oh, no! Not that, please!) Yes, while we can't see and touch each other, we'll write. (Don't worry about the cookies! I'm sure there will be more. Enjoy them, and don't feel guilty.) And I hope we'll have much time to get to know each other better after we meet.
I understand what you say about being insecure. I think I feel the same way. I'm not looking for a shallow short term relationship. I want someone who can really love, trust and respect me, and who I can love, trust and respect for the rest of my life. It's so simple... and so hard to find.
So... do you still love me???????? :)
Here's my address, in case you wish to send me a Christmas card: (it will be nice to have in my hands something you've touched. I think I'll close my eyes and try to imagine your hands, and how you'll be holding that card, closing the envelope... I'll hold it next to my cheek, and try to feel your hands, your smell...) :)
Rua Guilherme Pugsley 2585 ap 14
Portão - Curitiba - PR
80610-300 Brazil
Send me your address too, and I'll write something for you with my own hands. ;-)
Now answer this:
Do you believe in God?
Monday, July 27, 2009
Dave 11/12/99 - Re: Autobiography
Hello Princess,
You could NEVER bore me. You can write as long a letter as you wish and I will try to respond to every question or comment.
Thank you for the Autobiography. It's hard to fill in the years in type.
My mother wrote a fairly detailed (200 typed pages) autobiography before she died. It starts with her first recall at about age 4. That would be 1916, so you can imagine it is pretty interesting. She had five sisters and one brother. She was the youngest and her father died when she was about three months old. Her mother never remarried, so she raised all those kids by herself working in a dress factory. All the girls worked making clothes too. They are ALL gone now. Since my mom was the youngest and I was an accident... most of my cousins were adults when I was born. My sister is 12 years older than me.
I suppose I should write a accounting of my life for my kids, but I'm not exactly ready to end it just yet. Seriously, I'd love to know everything about you. Especially all you secret desires and fetishes.
My fetish is Terrycloth. You know, like towels? Not the velour soft kind but the slightly rough absorbent ones. I had a Terrycloth bathrobe once and had to stop wearing it cause I'd get all excited. I figure if I had some Terrycloth underwear, I'd be dead by 9 in the morning. With a smile... but dead none the less!
Your remark about learning about yourself by writing, was very interesting.
I believe that's true. I think sometimes, that the reason I write so much is just for that reason. I talk the same way. I am very passionate about some things and love to go on and on about them.
I believe that's true. I think sometimes, that the reason I write so much is just for that reason. I talk the same way. I am very passionate about some things and love to go on and on about them.
Friendship is a funny topic. I've read so many definitions of friendship and some are contradictory. I believe the more friends you have the less time you have for yourself. Then again... without friends, you are truly alone. Your children can be friends if you treat them well. I think a husband or wife should be friends and sometimes I think it's more important than love. No secrets, no hidden life or agenda. Total open communication.
So I suppose that means total "Trust". So is "Trust" really Love? Is there anyone out there to whom you could confess all your thoughts and emotions without fear of judgement? I think that would be rare and precious. I got married to Terre in 1974 and we lived together until a couple years ago and I NEVER trusted her enough to tell her my feelings.
Does that mean I never loved her. I think maybe so! Making a couple babies together, doesn't have anything to do with love.
So... I've never had what I want. I will marry again but only ONCE more.
This person will be part of me, but a separate person. I want to find someone that I trust with any and everything. I want someone who will tell me the truth, always, and expect the same from me. I want someone that after 10 years, I am in pain when we are not together. Someone that can excite me and keep our intimate relationship fresh, year after year, with passion and lust. I don't want the "Honeymoon" to ever be OVER. Do you know what I mean?
So I suppose that means total "Trust". So is "Trust" really Love? Is there anyone out there to whom you could confess all your thoughts and emotions without fear of judgement? I think that would be rare and precious. I got married to Terre in 1974 and we lived together until a couple years ago and I NEVER trusted her enough to tell her my feelings.
Does that mean I never loved her. I think maybe so! Making a couple babies together, doesn't have anything to do with love.
So... I've never had what I want. I will marry again but only ONCE more.
This person will be part of me, but a separate person. I want to find someone that I trust with any and everything. I want someone who will tell me the truth, always, and expect the same from me. I want someone that after 10 years, I am in pain when we are not together. Someone that can excite me and keep our intimate relationship fresh, year after year, with passion and lust. I don't want the "Honeymoon" to ever be OVER. Do you know what I mean?
On a lighter note... the cookies are gone. I gave some away and I admit to eating some more. I am really working on that 210kg. I don't honestly know what I weigh, but it's more than most people think. The picture I sent you first of me in the red shirt and little curls in the back of my head...
I was probably about 260 pounds. Look at it! Do I look like 117kg. in that picture? I never can tell people what I weigh until they meet me because they get a picture of me a lot fatter than I am. I don't think you can really tell how big I am in pictures. I have a large body, legs, arms and head. I do like small women though. My first love was 149cm and 42kg.
Anyone over 160cm is too tall for me. Now that I've seen your picture including body, I can say you are about the perfect size. I think I can get my arms ALL the way around you and put you in my pocket if I want.
I'm glad you like the current Dave more then the young Dave. I have some old pictures that I think are funny. I'll attach one of me with a friend and my new puppy (on the seat of my motorcycle). Gee, you were only a little girl when this was taken. (I think about 1975) Check out the hair!
Looks stupid now, but it was "cool" then. The second one is even older. It was taken on Daytona Beach (about 40km from where I now live) in about 1974 or 73. (I was probably about 110kg in this picture and I look almost thin) I'll look for something more current when I get back to work. Most of the digital pics are in there. These are scans of course.
I was probably about 260 pounds. Look at it! Do I look like 117kg. in that picture? I never can tell people what I weigh until they meet me because they get a picture of me a lot fatter than I am. I don't think you can really tell how big I am in pictures. I have a large body, legs, arms and head. I do like small women though. My first love was 149cm and 42kg.
Anyone over 160cm is too tall for me. Now that I've seen your picture including body, I can say you are about the perfect size. I think I can get my arms ALL the way around you and put you in my pocket if I want.
I'm glad you like the current Dave more then the young Dave. I have some old pictures that I think are funny. I'll attach one of me with a friend and my new puppy (on the seat of my motorcycle). Gee, you were only a little girl when this was taken. (I think about 1975) Check out the hair!
Looks stupid now, but it was "cool" then. The second one is even older. It was taken on Daytona Beach (about 40km from where I now live) in about 1974 or 73. (I was probably about 110kg in this picture and I look almost thin) I'll look for something more current when I get back to work. Most of the digital pics are in there. These are scans of course.
Yes my sweet, I'd love to be MORE than friends. How patient are you?
Brazil is a long way away and honestly, I don't know when I'll have the money to visit. We have some time to get to know each other better anyway.
I need some time to work off those chocolate cookies.:) Just believe that I am not playing "Penpal" games and I am truly looking for my lost love, no matter where she is.
Brazil is a long way away and honestly, I don't know when I'll have the money to visit. We have some time to get to know each other better anyway.
I need some time to work off those chocolate cookies.:) Just believe that I am not playing "Penpal" games and I am truly looking for my lost love, no matter where she is.
I just found another picture that David took of me at the races last summer.
I was clocking lap times on Steve in his Alfa Romeo racer at the Sebring Racetrack. David waited until he was in the picture and snapped it. See, I am a fat old man now!!!
I was clocking lap times on Steve in his Alfa Romeo racer at the Sebring Racetrack. David waited until he was in the picture and snapped it. See, I am a fat old man now!!!
OK, little angel, that is enough for this note. If you don't work until Monday, you may not get this until then anyway. I get excited when I see new mail from you, so don't make me wait too long.
I didn't mean to make this letter sound like I am insecure about myself or anything else. I am very positive and sure of myself. I know exactly what I want in life and it is very simple. I truly need someone very special. I am impressed with your communication skills and your open trusting way. I will never violate your trust, so don't hold back. I will tell you the truth always and I expect the same.
So... do you still love me???????? :)
dave
"There are three lessons I would write,
three words as with a burning pen,
in tracings of eternal light
upon the hearts of men.
Hope, Faith, and Love"
three words as with a burning pen,
in tracings of eternal light
upon the hearts of men.
Hope, Faith, and Love"
-Johann von Schiller
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Dave 11/11/99 - Re: What????????
Hi angelface,
I just got off the phone with you. You have a mousey very melodic voice. I understand your not talking much. It is difficult in a different language than you are used to and it's natural to be hesitant to try. But you must think of how tolerant you would be with someone trying to speak in your language and how you would be understanding. Realize it is the same with me.
Now before I forget...
http://babelfish.altavista.com/cgi-bin/translate?
I just typed in "Sunshine" and it gave me "Luz do sol". When you translate "Luz do sol" back into Portuguese, you get "light of the sun". How about "Cara do angel"? The problem seems to be that if you say in English, "Angel face", then the noun is "face" and "angel" becomes an adjective do describe what kind of face. In Portuguese, the adjective comes after the noun so you end up with "face of angel".
I don't know why I'm trying to figure out Portuguese since your English is very good. It's just that I have always loved to learn new things.
I know we are just friends now and email chums, but I hope the age difference doesn't bother you. I didn't pay any attention to ages when I responded to your ad. I don't think it matters much in the long run. If you do, just say so and I'll understand.
I think I can stand maybe three more cookies with a glass of cold milk before I go to bed. Tomorrow, I am playing Golf with some friends. I haven't played in a long time so it should be interesting. It's a very frustrating game but the weather is so nice with bright sun and white puffy clouds, it's just nice to be out of the house doing something besides work.
I'm really interested in your thoughts about our conversation. You acted surprised that I actually called, but it's not really that expensive for me.
Less than if we were close and went out to eat or something like that.
I will say good bye for now and I'm looking forward to your next note.
Maybe I will write for you, an autobiography since you seemed interested in where I was born and stuff. I don't wish to bore you with my life story unless you really want to know. I would be interested in yours also. It's all part of getting to know each other. I will attach an old picture of me that I scanned. It is when I was a police officer. I was about 28 years old. Wish I looked like that now!
hugs,
dave
"See the way she rests her cheek upon her hand O' that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek."
-Romeo & Juliet
I just got off the phone with you. You have a mousey very melodic voice. I understand your not talking much. It is difficult in a different language than you are used to and it's natural to be hesitant to try. But you must think of how tolerant you would be with someone trying to speak in your language and how you would be understanding. Realize it is the same with me.
Now before I forget...
http://babelfish.altavista.com/cgi-bin/translate?
I just typed in "Sunshine" and it gave me "Luz do sol". When you translate "Luz do sol" back into Portuguese, you get "light of the sun". How about "Cara do angel"? The problem seems to be that if you say in English, "Angel face", then the noun is "face" and "angel" becomes an adjective do describe what kind of face. In Portuguese, the adjective comes after the noun so you end up with "face of angel".
I don't know why I'm trying to figure out Portuguese since your English is very good. It's just that I have always loved to learn new things.
I know we are just friends now and email chums, but I hope the age difference doesn't bother you. I didn't pay any attention to ages when I responded to your ad. I don't think it matters much in the long run. If you do, just say so and I'll understand.
I think I can stand maybe three more cookies with a glass of cold milk before I go to bed. Tomorrow, I am playing Golf with some friends. I haven't played in a long time so it should be interesting. It's a very frustrating game but the weather is so nice with bright sun and white puffy clouds, it's just nice to be out of the house doing something besides work.
I'm really interested in your thoughts about our conversation. You acted surprised that I actually called, but it's not really that expensive for me.
Less than if we were close and went out to eat or something like that.
I will say good bye for now and I'm looking forward to your next note.
Maybe I will write for you, an autobiography since you seemed interested in where I was born and stuff. I don't wish to bore you with my life story unless you really want to know. I would be interested in yours also. It's all part of getting to know each other. I will attach an old picture of me that I scanned. It is when I was a police officer. I was about 28 years old. Wish I looked like that now!
hugs,
dave
"See the way she rests her cheek upon her hand O' that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek."
-Romeo & Juliet
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Dave 11/11/99 - Re:
Hi Moonbeam,
I believe that 3c is about 37f. Freezing is 32f. This morning here, it was about 12c and went to about 28c this afternoon. We will sometimes get lows below freezing, but as soon as the sun rises, it warms nicely. At its coldest, it seldom fails to reach 15c during the day. I wear shorts all year during the day. I usually don't take a coat to work, because even if it's cold enough during the early morning, by 10am or so, I'm carrying it, instead of wearing it anyway.
Yes, we have hurricanes, but if you don't live right on the ocean or gulf and if you don't have a big boat or glass house, there isn't too much to worry about. No earthquakes at all. Florida sits on sand and limestone, so no tremors.
Meu menino do amante, was a translation of "your little lover boy". Now when I do it, I get "seu menino pequeno do amante". But when I do it in reverse, that comes out "its small boy of the loving one". I think I'll quit with my Portuguese lessons.
As far as you name goes... Of course I have no choice but to apply rules of English to pronounce it. I suspect that will be incorrect. I'll just call you "Sunshine".
In English your name would be "Ney-sa". I think I'd pronouce your name, "Nay-A-za". You can tell me when I call.
Speaking of that... I didn't forget, but I've determined that you are two hours later than here. That means to call you between 9pm and 11pm your time, I'd have to call between 7pm and 9pm our time. I haven't been home during that time for the last couple days. We are putting the engine back together for the race car. Maybe I can call tomorrow (Thursday) since I should be home.
Your babies are adorable. Yara has the most beautiful eyes, I've ever seen on a baby, and Kimie's smile just melts me. You did good. Yara's picture was huge and it over filled my screen. I'll send you a separate email with it resized and I changed the contrast and played with the color. The camera flash so close up, washed out her face. The one of Kimie on the bed, was very dark, I'll try to lighten it for you also. I work with digital images as a hobby and can do most anything with them. I'll also attach a pic of me taken about a year ago by David jr. in the forest. Nice legs, huh?
You are right, photos don't tell much. They are "Static" and people are "Dynamic". Sometimes capturing a tiny fraction of a second in time doesn't tell you what the person looks like when they move. I would love to see some more "Static" pictures of you, however. Do you actually have a body from the shoulders down? Your face doesn't look like you are overweight, but I forgot what you told me about height and weight. I am 188cm and about 210kg. (or was that 210cm and 188kg?) I suppose if I was 210cm tall, I'd be
playing basketball. I'm just a grizzly bear.
I am baking chocolate chip cookies, so I'd better get them from the oven before they are like "Hockey Pucks". What would I do with four dozen Hockey pucks?
by your leave m'lady,
dave
"Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent under it"
-Shakespeare
I believe that 3c is about 37f. Freezing is 32f. This morning here, it was about 12c and went to about 28c this afternoon. We will sometimes get lows below freezing, but as soon as the sun rises, it warms nicely. At its coldest, it seldom fails to reach 15c during the day. I wear shorts all year during the day. I usually don't take a coat to work, because even if it's cold enough during the early morning, by 10am or so, I'm carrying it, instead of wearing it anyway.
Yes, we have hurricanes, but if you don't live right on the ocean or gulf and if you don't have a big boat or glass house, there isn't too much to worry about. No earthquakes at all. Florida sits on sand and limestone, so no tremors.
Meu menino do amante, was a translation of "your little lover boy". Now when I do it, I get "seu menino pequeno do amante". But when I do it in reverse, that comes out "its small boy of the loving one". I think I'll quit with my Portuguese lessons.
As far as you name goes... Of course I have no choice but to apply rules of English to pronounce it. I suspect that will be incorrect. I'll just call you "Sunshine".
In English your name would be "Ney-sa". I think I'd pronouce your name, "Nay-A-za". You can tell me when I call.
Speaking of that... I didn't forget, but I've determined that you are two hours later than here. That means to call you between 9pm and 11pm your time, I'd have to call between 7pm and 9pm our time. I haven't been home during that time for the last couple days. We are putting the engine back together for the race car. Maybe I can call tomorrow (Thursday) since I should be home.
Your babies are adorable. Yara has the most beautiful eyes, I've ever seen on a baby, and Kimie's smile just melts me. You did good. Yara's picture was huge and it over filled my screen. I'll send you a separate email with it resized and I changed the contrast and played with the color. The camera flash so close up, washed out her face. The one of Kimie on the bed, was very dark, I'll try to lighten it for you also. I work with digital images as a hobby and can do most anything with them. I'll also attach a pic of me taken about a year ago by David jr. in the forest. Nice legs, huh?
You are right, photos don't tell much. They are "Static" and people are "Dynamic". Sometimes capturing a tiny fraction of a second in time doesn't tell you what the person looks like when they move. I would love to see some more "Static" pictures of you, however. Do you actually have a body from the shoulders down? Your face doesn't look like you are overweight, but I forgot what you told me about height and weight. I am 188cm and about 210kg. (or was that 210cm and 188kg?) I suppose if I was 210cm tall, I'd be
playing basketball. I'm just a grizzly bear.
I am baking chocolate chip cookies, so I'd better get them from the oven before they are like "Hockey Pucks". What would I do with four dozen Hockey pucks?
by your leave m'lady,
dave
"Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent under it"
-Shakespeare
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