Randy Stephens

HEY CLASSMATES! No that's toooooo old fashion. HEY MATES! No that's tooooo Aussie. HEY CLASSERS! Well, that's tacky and tasteless but it has a ring. Don't you think! Can't you hear it! Not! Always! Maybe! Sometimes! Never! OH well! ................

Just saying HEY YALL this morning. Had a birthday and turned 39 again. Nothing like being 39 for life. Celinda, thanks for the truck load of Beer for my birthday and Minchew, thanks for the Bobtail load of Bobtailing pole dancer for my birthday. It's good to be me!!!!! And have friends like YALL!!!!! Oh, by the way yalls bills are in the mail.

"GET YOU SOME OF THAT!!!!!"

Got to go to work. It's got to get better than this. Sometime? Not! Always! Maybe! Never! O well......................................

"BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN............"

Randall

Randy Stephens

HEY DUDES AND DUDETS!!!

Home again, home again................... I worked one hour and got paid for four!!!! Sometimes life is good!!!! I love it when I can stick it to the man like this!!! It makes me happy!!! And I'm not easily happy-ified. Sometimes it takes lots of cold beer and naked women to happy-ify me. Like on my birthday. Thanks again Ward and Minchew!  

Sure hope you like my new word. Self came up with this fantastic word all by himself. Said it came to him in a dream one dark, stormy night; when he was to scared to sleep; as the wind howled through the rickety windows panes. So, he just set up and played word games with himself until he stumbled onto this new word, happy-ified. Then, as the terrible storm subsided Self drifted off to LA LA land sleeping and dreaming happy-ified dreams all night long. When Self woke from his slumber the next morning bright and early he told me all about his special night and the new word that came to him out of no where. We both think it's cool.

Cast your vote, cool or not cool, and win a one way trip to marvelous OPEC Island to bask naked in the burning desert sun and skinny dip in the thick pools of black Rag Head oil till all your pours open up. It's good for the complexion ladies. Better than one of those mud pack things.

Maybe I should send this new word to Webster for listing. Wonder if there is any money in that?

"I'M DOING ALLRIGHT FOR THE SHAPE I'M IN..............."

Got to go. Computer is acting up. I'll run a DIO on it or throw it out the window. Which ever comes first.

Randall

Randy Stephens

CELINDA!!!!!...................."GOT ONE FOR YA, JUST A LITTLE BIT!"...................................................

DELUSIONAL YOU SAY! DELUSIONAL! I'm not delusional! I'm the real deal! I am man! I am! I eat green eggs and ham! I am Randall! I am! The Cat In The Hat has nothing on me and Self. We can take him in the first round. TKO BABY!................... I can handle the truth! Can you? I am the truth! Are you? I'm the only sane one left on the planet! Not you! Everyone else is crazy! Everyone else is delusional! And if you deny that then you're delusional to! Your crazy!............ But then, that's ok I tolerate crazy. Ok, ok, I love crazy and tolerate delusional. So, your in good hands and I'm not even All State. Your in good company. The company of good men! I want throw you out with the bath water unless you want me too. Maybe you just want to set wet and naked on the cold, cold ground! Now you really are crazy, delusional, twisted and all! Or maybe not. Never! Always! Maybe! Not! Kinda! Sometimes! Who knows! Me Tooooooooooooo! Got the picture? That's what I got to say about that! Self says to just go ahead and take one for the team. The water boy! The Laundry man! The sideline Doc! The Coach! The Refs! And why not, take one for the fans also!   

"BROWN CHICKEN, BROWN COW, ANT NOBODY WATCHING BUT BROWN CHICKEN, BROWN COW"

Randall

Jan Minchew (Sparks)

Oh My Goodness Randall...I missed your Birthday!  I wasn't paying attention.  Hope you had a happy-ify-able day...!

Randy Stephens

JAN.............Thank you. Yes it was a happy-ified birthday and I'm setting in my birthday present in my office typing you this message. Ant it cool!!!

I know how it is, paying attention and all. The last time I paid attention it broke me. I couldn't even afford to buy groceries for weeks. I swore I'd never pay attention again.

Gota hit the road and go to work.

"IT'S PAY CHECK FRIDAY......"

AND

"LET'S GET DRUNK AND BE SOMEBODY............."

Randall

Deborah Nelson (Ferriter)

Happy Belated Birthday, Randy, hope it was a rip-roaring one....

Yahoo!!!! Daylight savings this weekend.. lose an hour but gain some sun and in the norteast that is a most wonderful thing!!! Everyone have a great weekend...

Randy Stephens

Nelson...........Thank you!.............................And to my two mostest favorite classers, who sent my birthday greetings in an email on time and thus won my birthday giveaway contest,  I say HELL YES!!!!.........So, behind door number one is a package get away to surf the Tsunami from Northern Calif. to Old Mexico. My private jet is on the way to pick you up and we will party this weekend away down in Mexico...................................And yes I decided to play hooky today and not go to work. I'm an independent contractor in my second job an I just got very independent today. It's such a beautiful day with the birds singing and the sun shining. And besides it's Friday. 

PS.... Got to go. Were taking Mom to the hospital. She not doing very good at all. Keep us in your thoughts. Thanks. Will update you later.

Randall 

Lloyd Singer

Happy Birthday...  way late!!   (sorry about that?)   Hope your Mom isn't too bad, you'll be in my prayers.

Randy Stephens

Singer.......................Thanks!...................................Celinda says she is the old woman here seeing how her birthday is earlier and all. Hey, that's ok let her go on thinking that. After all she is delusional and I don't want to be the one to burst her bubble. After all I'm only 39!!!!

Mom is somewhat better. She gets to come home Sunday but it's going to be a long, hard slippery ride for all the family. This is only the beginning and Doc says she will slowly continue on a down hill slide. Sometimes life really sucks. Especially when shit happens to such sweet gentle souls like Mom. So, sense I can't do a dam thing about it and there is no one I can hit in the mouth to fix it then it's time to get drunk, howl at the moon, go skinny dipping, run up and down the road naked, shot the neighbors dog, piss on a politician, burn the barn down, pick my nose in public, wipe the green slinger on a rag head, crap on the White House lawn, slap the preacher, kiss a girl, blow up a frog, shoot a bird driving down a one way street the wrong way, grin at a bear, bite a snake, moon the Deacon, throw dead rabbits in the Mayors yard, egg the court house and yell HELL YAW!!!!!!! .....................

Nite, Nite and plesent dreams all!!!!!!!!!!!!

".....COUNTRY BOYS CAN SURVIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Randall

Randy Stephens

CLASSERS!!!!

HELL YES!!! I'M IN MUSIC CITY THIS WEEK!!!!! NASHVILLE, TN. And I'm Happy-ifing. It's the other home of the once Houston Oliers now known as the Tennessee Titans. Wouldn't Davy Crockett be pissed! He said "To hell with Tennessee I'm going to Texas!" The Oilers said the hell with Texas were going to Tennessee! Ok, so go grin at a Grizzly bitch! Oh, sorry! Sorry! Not! Am! Kinda! Sorta! Maybe! Yesterday! Tomorrow! Sometime! Anytime! A good time! A sexy time! A................. Maybe I better stop before I get the old foot in mouth disease! Oh hell yes! Or hell no! Or is there a hell maybe? Self says there is! He's never wrong you know. So I guess I should look into it. Will keep you posted on my research. Maybe I could turn it into a dissertation. Just think, a Hell maybe dissertation. First a book! Then a movie. Then a song. Then who knows what? Hell yes or maybe!!!!

Well, I'm here in Nastyville, Tennessee looking for the stars! Self is beside himself! He is going ballistic and driving me crazy over all this star business! I can't work or even concentrate. I think tomorrow I'll just kill him and be done with it!............................ But then there's the funeral cost and all. So maybe I won't.

Ralphie B. called and we talked for ever last night. Hell, he like me ant worth a shit and if we were then shit wouldn't be worth nothing. Sorry. Not. Maybe! Sometimes! Never! Yesterday! Tomorrow! Whenever! Whatever! Think so! Know So! Not So! So So! @!#$%^&*()_+":}{?>

Ok, now you say something! Scared? Sissy! Girl! Chicken! Woooooooose! Purple dude! Split tail! I dare you! I challenge you! Hell I'll even split the Tennessee lottery with you when I win it! And my ship a coming in soon Classers!!! 

"REAL....... LIKE A JOB YOU LOOSE CAUSE IT GOES TO MEXICO...... I CALL THAT REAL!"

Randall 

 "IT IS WHAT IT IS.......IT'S MY SO CALLED LIFE......"

Randy Stephens

Happy Birthday to all you March classier!! Hope yours is as good as mine was! Ant it great to be 39 again! It's better than being an OLD FART. Of course some of you were that at a very early age maybe even back in old THS. Go figure!!! 

Had lots of trouble with old Betsy (my lap top) at the hotel. Every time I started typing I would get booted off. Now that's crazy I don't care who you are! But now, back in good old ALA-FREEKING-BAMA everything is cool. Go figure. Maybe it was the shity old Tennessee air.

Got back today in time to have my tooth chipped out. No kidding. When Doc started to pull it, the tooth broke and came out in several pieces after lots of drilling, chipping, digging, prying, pulling and chiseling. Now I have stitches. And my 6 hour pain meds only last three hours. So I'll spend the next however many days double dosing and chasing wine. Dam wine is always hard to catch. It runs faster than a raped ape. Ye Haw!!! The meds say that alcohol intensifies it. And I'm already ready for some intensifying. Know what I mean Leroy! I'll chat with ya'll later if this dam thing don't kill me. 

"......HE STUCK THAT NEEDLE DOWN DEEP IN MY GUM AND HE STARTED DRILLING BEFORE I WAS NUMB, SOME BEACH, SOME WHERE............" 

Randall

Rhonda Sharp (Weehunt)

Wow!  Lots of March birthdays!

There is one more we need to remember....

Vicki Ewing......she was a classmate until she married and moved away when we were freshmen.  Her dad was my dad's farm hand after my dad was blinded by anhidrous amonia when I was 3 years old.  They lived in the farmhouse next to ours.  We played together almost every day until our family moved to Tulia when I was in 6th grade.  Her oldest sister is Christine Gunnels who worked in the school cafeteria for many years which makes Judy Gunnels Love her niece.  I think we need to add her to our list of classmates.  I don't know where she is now.  Her birthday was March 13.

Happy Birthday to us ALL!

Lloyd Singer

Thanks Rhonda...    I thought there was someone else who shared my b-day!!  I knew about Denice but I forgot Vicki!!

Happy Birthday Vicki !!!     The best Picese are born on 3-13!

Randy Stephens

COMO ESTA CLASSIERS!!!! What's happening Dudes and Dudets!!!

I'm just a chillen in Decatur Ala-Freeking-Bama, the historical home of Native Americans and Germans. Hell they all look alike to me. These historical inhabitance have all evolved in Hill Billies!!! Hill Billies like it like that!! Yew Haw!!

Singer your good but you missed it by one week. The best of the best, of the best of all are borne 3/6!!!!!!

"IF I FALL LET ME DOWN EASY........."

Randall

Deborah Nelson (Ferriter)

It's the first day of spring and it was snowing earlier today,  so this dudette is not doing so good!! 

Ralph hope you have a great birthday and many more to come!!

Actually, Lloyd, Geminis are pretty special people, also....

Randy Stephens

NELSON..............DUDETT GIRL...........I'm sorry! Not! Maybe! Never! Always! Kinda! Sorta! Yes! Come on down here to Ala-Freeking-Bama and bask in the warmth of our Southern Grandfather Sun. It was 83 yesterday and 78 today with NO CLOUDS. I was so happy I ran around the Ranch naked all weekend. Now my hinny is no longer bright and shinny rather I'm butt red, in pain and out of my head! Want a pic anyone? @#$%^&*()_+!=-)(/>

I remember when I was a kid, that was just a couple days ago, I had several dreams about going to school or sometimes to town and then I would realize I had forgot to put my pants on before I left. I don't know if you girls, sorry, women had those kinda dreams or not. Maybe you dreamed about going to school or town without your shirt or bra on? Or maybe like us guys you too dreamed about going somewhere only to realize you had no pants on. I hated those dreams they were worse than those falling dreams or those chasing dreams . Remember those? But I digress. I usually forget to pack one thing or another when getting ready to hit the road for a work week. I have forgot my work shoes, now I have four black pare just alike in my closet. That makes me feel like that Philippineo chick with all her shoes. I have forgotten my cell phone. That was kinda nice, you know no calls, no interruptions, no bull shit. I have forgotten my T shirt, which I sleep in so people can't accuse me of sleeping naked and other things. This week I forgot something really, really important! Important like National Security shit! Know what I mean! Now that's a bitch, I don't care who you are.

Thursday I went to the Horse Doctor, down in the Paddock by the River, and he attempted to pull my sick abscess tooth. Hell, I figured I had enough teeth to do without one eventhough it was a front one. In Africa the girls have the top two front teeth pulled so they can kiss and tongue better. Sorry! Sorry! But it's true. Just one more for me and you DUDETTS can line up next year at our 60th and I'll demonstrate the sexy, hot toothless kiss that will knock your socks off and maybe some other stuff. Know what I mean!!! Sorry! Sorry! Not! Maybe! You'll never know!But I digress again. Doc, in attempting to pull my tooth, broke it into several pieces. Dam him!!! Well, then came the drilling, the prying, the pulling, the chipping, and finally the JACK HAMMER.

"Oh hell no!" the nurse screamed.

"Oh hell yes! This bitch ant whipping me!" The Vet screamed.

"Shit!" I mumbled butting in the middle of them getting their rocks off. "Just turn the gas to wide open!" I yelled. 

Finally, about an hour later (a process that should have only taken ten minutes) the Vet, who was on his feet in the chair with me for leverage, hops down and says.

"Got it!" Mr. Stephens.

Shit, I was happy the bastard finally got out of my chair and relieved it was actually over. I dashed to the Drug Store to get the good stuff. When I got home I had to take a double dose and then couldn't move for half an hour, I just set in my recliner smiling and feeling no pain. Reminded me of the good old days. Know what I mean! Remember? Not me! Never! You Guys! Always! I was just an observer! Sometimes the legal shit is a hundred times better then the other stuff. Know what I mean! I don't! Never do that shit myself! Maybe! Not! Sometimes! Never! Always! Not me! I'm Innocent! The perfect all American man! Hell, I don't even cheat on my taxes! I sent in extra cause I know the Government needs it and will spend it wisely, not wasting a precious penny! RIGHT!!!

Again I digress. I said all that to say that what I forgot to pack this week was my pain meds. Yes, OH SHIT! Right , you guessed it, no sleep last night. Absolutely no Alcohol sales on Sunday in this primitive Puritan place, aspirin doesn't help and the Vet won't answer his phone. Now how can one sleep with an aching jaw bone (which was abused and assaulted) an ear on that same side hurting, my nasal cavity aching, my ding a ling... Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! You don't want to know about that. And besides Celinda (BIG SISTER) would get me, sensor me and surely kill me for saying any more! and my wife is to far away to slap. 

Well, Thank God it's Monday and I'm now chilling with my strong heart/pain medicine, plus it's good for the soul. 

"RED RED WINE.........YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO FINE.........RED, RED WINE"      

 Randall

 PS..... Did anyone ever have any of those ET dreams back when? I did! More than once. Creepy shit! Scary dreams! Maybe that's what's wrong with me now! Think so? Want to here about them? Self still shakes everytime I mention them. What about yours! Scared to tell? Chicken! Sissy! Whuss!

As we used to say to the girls as kids "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!!!!! Come on didn't you say that at least once? And what did you girls say? Come on tell! Nows the time! But at that age the girls had a lot less to show than we did! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! My cousin, she taught me the game and I always felt a little cheated cause she had nothing protruding and I did! You know I had something for her to look at and her horizons were level! Know what I mean! I was always disappointed in that game till High School! How things change! Sorry! Sorry! Don't spank me Celinda! Yes Do! Please I like it! But don't tell! Sorry! Sorry! It's the meds! I'll be better some day! Maybe! Never! This is really good wine! Want some?

 Love that kid shit!!! Maybe we ought to go back to that!!! HELL YEW!! The meds are kicking!!

Celinda (Cindi) Ward (Hanna)

Randall:  Big sister here.  Ha!  Hey, it's not 1984, George Orwell is nowhere in sight and big brother may be watching but big sister isn't!  If you read the disclaimer on the home page of this site you will see that there is no censorship here.  The only time I would opt to delete a post is if it was some sort of "hate" speech or totally obscene and offensive.  So far, you have not reached either level so your postings remain safe.

As for the dreams, were they while you were on pain meds?  I do know from personal experience that anything with codeine in it causes me to have some very strange, colorful and violent dreams.  I stay away from the stuff and have found that a couple of cold brews can ease pain as well as any meds for me!

Hope your tooth/mouth is healing and feeling better.  Dental work is a real pain (literally and figuratively speaking) so I hope you are on the mend.

Debbie:  How's your weather now?  Our mountains had snow on the first day of Spring and it's a beautiful sight down here below but we also had some of our coolest weather in awhile this week.  Of course it never gets as cold here as what you endure in the winter but our summers are our cross to bear!  You will be the object of my envy come July and August.

As others have pointed out, there certainly are a lot of March birthdays for the Class of 1970.  June of 1951 must have been a "romantic" month, ya think? 

Come on folks - step up and say "hi" on the forum.  Let us know you are alive and well.  My postings certainly aren't as interesting and entertaining as Randall's but few could keep up with him!  Don't be shy.  Post often!

Randy Stephens

HEY BIG SISTER!!! I think thats a good name for you for several reasons. I would go on with it   now but I'm afraid it might tilt the pervert meter and you'll come gunning for me. Hell it might even sneak up on that hate meter thing and then you would send the law out for me or just shoot me in the back and I'd be as dead as Jesse James. I suppose the hate meter reads shit about the sexes. You know the War Of The Roses thing. So you being a girl and all and me just telling it like it is I might get in trouble. You feel me on that? Please do! Sorry! Sorry! That was figuratively speaking and all. But if we had never let you guys (girls) out of the kitchen............. Kept ya'll barefooted and knocked up or out. Maybe we wouldn't have won WWII but us guys would have won the battle on the home front. Know what I mean guys!!! And then we also let you vote! What were we thinking???

Dam those cookies smell good. Several hotels in the GOOD OLD SOUTH cook great, fabulous, free cookies in the evening for the guests. Hell that's more than the wifie does for me. You know we let ya'll girls out of the kitchen and you forgot how to cook. And Ralphie B. agrees. He said, in a conversation the other night, that you gals with all your freedoms even forgot how to please your man. How to stand by your man. Even what to do to your man! Sorry! Sorry! That might be slipping off into the pervert zone. I might be in trouble again. BIG SISTER has already given me a tongue lashing. I'd rather it have been just tongue. Oh shit! Sorry! Sorry! There I go again! It's Self that makes me say this shit. I can't help it. He has become stronger, quicker, more manipulative and evil over the years. Hell I don't have a prayer anymore. Self is the perverted one, the hate dude. But "I'LL BE BACK!" Gota go get some cookies now. Do you ever give your cookies away? Know what I mean!!! I'm your Cookie monster!!! yummy, yummy! Give-me, give-me some! Sorry! Sorry! Maybe! Or not! I'm not telling!

I think I have some Wine left over. Cookies and wine! Dam, that sounds fine! Want some? Some women can't or don't want to drink wine. I invited a young African-American girl to drink some fine, fine wine with me the other day and she told me that she couldn't drink wine. I ask her why. She said that it makes certain parts of her sexual anatomy hurt the next day. Don't you hate that when it happens! Sorry! Sorry! There Self goes again! I'll try and reign him in before BIG SISTER tares him a new one!!! The Cookie monster has left the building in search of women drinking wine so I can make their anatomy hurt!!! Sorry! Sorry!!@#$%^&*()_+=-"':;?/>.<,.?!

"......YOU GONA KISS ME OR NOT......WE GONA DO THIS OR NOT............"

Randall

Oh No! Oh No! I tried to spell check this thing and Hampton is asking for my access code! I don't even know if I'll be able to sent this thing. Is this crazy or what? Never happened before! But  Here goes. Maybe we won't get LOST IN SPACE!!!

This is an edit!! By grace we didn't get "LOST IN SPACE" Ant it great Will Robertson!! I even got to check most of my spelling. Life is good! Ponies are fast! And if you believe all shit I'll kiss y...... Sorry! Sorry! It's Self again! Don't shoot! Father forgive me or I have sinned! Dickens, sorry I pissed on your football! Gleason, sorry about the Ben Gay in you strap! Cosby, sorry I took a leak in your gas tank! Ralphie B. sorry I pissed in your Post Tosties. Celinda, sorry I didn't kiss you! Bev, sorry I slapped your books in arm! Minchew, sorry I rolled in your yard! cheetah, sorry I haven't had the chance to slap you! Nelson, sorry I haven't written about the JH project! Kay sorry you wouldn't kiss me! You devil you! Jordan sorry we didn't have more drinking time. Singer, sorry about the arm! OH HELL! OH HELL! Self says that's to much grace! He's taking it all back! Says ya'll just missed out on the best thing there ever was! So go........... Sorry! Sorry! You all know that I love ya! At least I use to. No! No! I still do! Really! Believe it? Who really knows anything, anyway! I do! Want to know what? I'm not telling! NA Na Na Na!!

".....I'LL JUST PORTEND I JUST DON'T CARE.......DRINK A LITTLE DRINK, SMOKE A LITTLE SMOKE...."

"WHISKEY FOR MY MEN, BEER FOR MY HORSES...." 

Randall

Randy Stephens

TRUTH OR DARE!!!!!!

I don't know if anybody is reading this shit! If you are, I hope you are laughing. At least smiling. They say I'm entertaining. I don't know about that shit. I'm communicating with people that I shared a lot of my time, life, blood and shit with. And to all ya'll shy, chicken, private, captive, in your own world dudes and dudetts who are silent I could say kiss this and provoke you but I won't. I'll just say kiss me and have a wine hurt! Know what I mean Verne???? I love those wine hurts!!! Cause I get to give um!!! Hell Yew!! PERVERT METER! MELT DOWN! It ant hate baby it's love! And it makes the world go round, spin and wine hurt!!! Celinda I know some of our classmates were slow, so maybe you should email them and make sure they understand what wine hurt is. It is important they understand it so we can go forward with our educational processes here. You all have heard about the leave no one behind school shit! Well catch up dudes and dudetts! Don't get left behind! The Short Buss is already full!

Today I was reminded how much I love my job. It was the last day of work and in walked a knock your socks off chick. Oh my! How she walked! Know what I mean! Chick-a-boom! Chick-a-boom! Six foot tall! Hooters that were spilling over like Tulia Spillway on a rainy day! Spray on pants that killed! A butt that swang like a ball and chain! Legs that go straight to heaven! Black hair! Hazel eyes! A smile that was worth all the gold in Fort Knox! And that look, like I know I'm hot and I'm melting your ass dude, that makes your knees weak. AND YES I MADE SURE I WORKED NEXT TO HER ALL DAY! Things are still really stiff! Sorry! Sorry! Hell Yew!!! PERVERT METER! PERVERT METER! NO HATE HERE! Should I tell you she is here tonight! No! No! YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE!!! I'm lying! Maybe! Not! Sometimes! Never! You'll never know! Was you day as Hoya as mine??? So Tell!

OK! Kicker, your on the road. So it's time for you to show and tell! I'm calling you out dude! If you can throw a block for me to score a touchdown you can knock the top out of this one. And no one will tell. What happens on the forum stay in the forum! AND JUST SO YOU WON'T FEEL ALONE I"M CALLING OUT JK WITH YOU! Ok JK spill it dude! And for a threesome I'm calling out our playcaller, Dickens, You called em in the old days so call one now! Dare you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your left halfback, wingback and defensive cornerback/safety who never had any fear Is throwing down the gauntlet!!! Get you some of that!

BIG SISTER, what we need is a show and tell week. Or at least a tell week! Yes, someone should tell. Hell Yew!!! Tell!!! Tell it dudes! Dudetts! BIG SISTER can we do an anamus thing? Then no one will know who tells what and no body will get in trouble. Hell Yew! Let's do it! anonymous story telling! genius! brilliant! Glad you thought of that BIG SISTER!

"YOU GONA KISS ME OR NOT....WE GONA DO THIS OR WHAT...."

Randall

Randy Stephens

This post isn't for the weak of heart. This post is toff and sad. Sorry, I have to do this. 

My Mom was taken back to the hospital in an ambulance Tuesday night while I was stuck in Birmingham three hours away and I feel worse emotionally than she does physically. So this is a Mom thing tonight. I'm writing this for me and my selfish pain but I hope it may in some way make you and me feel a bit better and maybe do something good for us. 

Sometimes life sucks, other times it just hurts really bad and often it's wondrous, amazing and confusing. But always it is mysterious and puzzling.

Mom told my oldest daughter today that, "I'm going away to see Dad but don't be sad for me. It will all be OK."

Isn't that just like a Mom. Moms are like life, they are surprising and amazing. Mom always told me in my darkest hour that it will be Ok. It will all work out. Mom's are the best, the bravest, the weakest, the strongest, the softness, the wisest, the modest and I haven't always realize that. Mom, I'm sorry.

In their softness is the strength of Hercules. In their gentleness is the Rock of Jabrolter. In their hum is the songs of Angels. In their reprimand is the non conditional love of God. In their discipline is the broken wing of a dove. In their laughter is the birth of life. In their smile is the promise of love. In their presents there is grace. In their embrace the whole world stands still. In their protective wrath the heavens shake and in their loss we are forever broken. Mom I love you.

They give us life and light. They give us love and compassion. They give us foresight and direction. They give us calm in the storm, wisdom in confusion, hope in the mysteries of darkness. They give us the best of their best, their life for ours. They give and give and give and continue to give without demanding anything for themselves in return. Mom I'm so grateful.

Their words send us into the battle of light and darkness. Their embrace makes our pain  disappear. Their smile melts all our fears. Their memory keeps us going on and on, forever forward, forever challenging, forever brave, forever forgiving, forever loving, forever strong, forever understanding, forever compassionate, forever thankful. Forever. I just wish I could give my life so she could life a little longer. Oh that she could live and love my children and grandchildren into adulthood. To love them into brave, strong, understanding, loving and forgiving graceful adults. I know she could do that so much better them me. Mom I'm proud.

Mom taught me how to shoot. She always could out shoot Dad and knew how to rub it in real good. She taught me to reverence all life, to respect others, to be nice to girls and animals. Not that the two are related or anything. She helped me with school work and with life's cadundrums. She told me stories about what could be. She held my hand when I was scared and hurt, wiped my tears of rage and fear, dried my eyes of pain and disappointment. Mom told me about my ancestors heroic journeys and exploits. Who I was and where I came from. Mom  laughed with me and cried with me. Mom healed my wound, soothed my pains, held my hands and told me about life eventhought I didn't understand at the time. She took me by the arm and whipped me in a circle with a tree branch and then told me how much she was disappointed in me and how much she loved me. Mom did all she could to lovingly form and mould  me into a brave, whole man that others could be prod they knew. Mom, you gave so much so I could have the chance of being something. So that I could someday be the twinkle in your eye. The love of your broken live. Mom, I'm still trying to make you proud.   

Mom this is from the heart of your eldest. The son you formed from your joy, pain and love. I'm  proud to be your son! I'll always love you forever and ever!

Moms! There's nothing like them in all the universe and without them there would be no gentle strength, no tenderness, no compassion. There would be no loving, brave feminine side of life and then we would all be forever lost?

"WE ALL BLEED RED, WE LIVE THIS LIFE BREATH TO BREATH...." 

And if I had the power to change that for you Mom I would in the blink of an eye. 

Changing water into wine has been done a long time ago by a great  man but how I wish someone today could please change my anger and pain into water and wine.  Please!

Your forever loving son, Randall!

Connie Lee (Ash)

 My prayers are with you Randall.

Celinda (Cindi) Ward (Hanna)

Randall:  Words spoken from the heart are always welcome here. I hope you have had the opportunity to share those wonderful sentiments with your mom.  I know she is proud of the person you have become.  I'm sure I speak on behalf of everyone who reads this forum when I say you are in our thoughts and prayers.

Jan Minchew (Sparks)

My friend Randall...you have written a wonderful and loving tribute to your Mom.  She sounds wonderful...love to you and all your loved ones.  Jan

J. K. Milam

You are in my thoughts and prayers, Randall.  Hang tuff. JK

Randy Stephens

THANKS Connie, Cindy, Jan and J.K.

Just found out that mom has cancer and it's spreading. Two large tumors and several smaller ones in her stomach. She will be coming home doing Hospis starting Monday. This is hard and it's the the very worst part of this thing we call life.

Randall