Posted on 02/10/2006 6:01:13 PM PST by apackof2
The ***OFFICIAL*** Friday/Saturday Night Singles' Thread
Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured
- 192 million Valentine’s Day cards are exchanged annually, making Valentine’s Day the second-most popular greeting-card-giving occasion. (This total excludes packaged kids valentines for classroom exchanges.) (Source: Hallmark research)
- Nearly 60 percent of all Valentine’s Day cards are purchased in the six days prior to the observance, making Valentine’s Day a procrastinator’s delight. (Source: Hallmark research)
- There are 120 single men (i.e., never married, widowed or divorced) who are in their 20s for every 100 single women of the same ages.
- There are 33 single men (i.e., never married, widowed or divorced) age 65 or older for every 100 single women of the same ages.
2.2 million marriages take place in the United States annually.
That breaks down to more than 6,000 a day.
- 145,800 marriages are performed in Nevada during 2004.
So many couples “tie the knot” in the Silver State that it ranked fourth nationally in marriages, even though its total population that year among states was 35th.
We're having a 'Who will use the term Bajeebles first' contest.
YOU WIN!
He wrote the following letter to his wife from a camp just outside the nation's capital, and it is at once a passionate love letter as well as a profound meditation on the meaning of the Union.
Ballou would die one week later at the Battle of Bull Run.
July 14th, 1861 Washington D.C.
My dear Sarah.
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days -- perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure -- and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing -- perfectly willing -- to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows -- when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children -- is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -- always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
then this...
LOL!!!
I'm so keyed up over that 9/11 conspiracy stuff, I'm trying to find stuff on-line to refute it. But all I can find is pro-conspiracy stuff.
They're fun!
Tease!
Well, I'm not sure if I spelled it right, but I'll take the prize.
How ya doing?
I should be doing homework
OK, I have "At Last" playing and then saw your suggestion. That pretty much does it for me!
Smmoooches...
Now off to make Nachos and make sure the dogs haven't knocked over my wine bottle.
Leave it to P to say the word "Bajeebles..."
FYI - The Canteen thread has some fabulous music for the evil V-day.
No one else answered the thread question!!!
OK, I'll pick you up in half an hour! What are you gonna wear?
;-)
I might as well join the fray. My favorite romantic movie is probably Breakfast at Tiffany's, or maybe Amelie. Song would be difficult--I like classical more and the one that I'm the biggest fan of is Strauss Jr.'s Emperor Waltz. That said, ballroom dancing is not my forte. For more modern song, I'd have to go with Lady in Red.
My favorite romantic story is Napoleon and Josephine. I know it ended in divorce but thoughts of her never left Napoleon. His final words were "France...Army...Head of Army...Josephine." What those lines tell me is if it were not for affairs of state he would have stayed with her. I often think that great figures would rather lead simple lives. Greatness does not seem to be conducive to happiness.
boots
So what's my prize?
Are we getting all sensual and stuff here?
I'm game. Someone start rubbing my feet.
And?
Go for it, Al!
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