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Maggie’s Funny & awesome pics, vids and memes thread (work safe, no nudity)

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Update:

Liam is having a bad day. He is crying with his stomach and the clear squirts just keep coming. My buddy Brandon is a nurse practitioner, he told me the symptoms like this could last many days.

He is drinking some juice and Pedialyte and eating a little but he’s just miserable.

My daughter had to go out of town a couple of days so PeePaw and Granna (my wife) are doing what we can to ease his discomfort.

Granna has disinfected EVERYTHING and is washing the stuffed animals now. The boy loves to put his foot in his mouth and that could be the answer to how he picked it up. After reading, salmonella is no joke 😮

Please continue to pray gentlemen.


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I wrote this a while back


The Grandpa Effect

I have never been one to fawn over babies. It’s not that I dislike babies or think they aren’t an incredible thing but I just didn’t go all googlie eyed when one was in the room. I typically avoid holding little babies, not due to any type of phobia other than to not cause the little one any undue stress. Babies can be fickle creatures and prefer known entities rather than gruff unknowns.

I never could understand the obsession with them that some seem to have. I could never see myself as that guy who would do anything to win an infant’s approval or stand on my head to make them smile for a moment. Babies are best left to be cared for by their parents, yes sir and thank you kindly.

As I type this, my just turned 3 months grandson is asleep after I spent 3 hours playing, dancing and generally acting a fool to make him smile. You know what? I have never felt more alive, more hopeful and more joy than right now. I fully expect tomorrow to be better and the day after that better still.

We live in a world which to us seems to be in turmoil. We hear bad news daily and terrible news regularly and sometimes we just do not see a light in the darkness. We all know someone who is sick or has lost their job or sees their child running off the rails. We hear of violence across the globe, diseases running roughshod and leaders committing crimes to increase power. We can sometimes become so focused on these things that we lose sight of good. Of personal peace. Of happiness. Of love.

Yes, there are bad things in this world. There have been horrors since the world was created and there will continue to be for a time. It is a good thing to be aware and know about such things but we cannot let those things consume us, destroy us, ruin our joy. I have in the past been so concerned with evil that good was out of my sight. I have been so focused on being ready to live in a world skidding off the road that I was failing to live now.

Three months and six days ago that all began to change. 8 pounds and three ounces of pure unbelievable joy was gifted to me. My grandson was sent straight from a dream and into reality. My hard shell began at once to melt. My impatience with the world at large began to heal. My focus began to shift from the known and unknown worry of Earth to the wonderful little person who was smiling back at me from his first day in the light.

We humans are so subject to fret and worry. We have an uncanny knack for picking the worst out of every circumstance and seeing the bad in every day. Life is but a moment, a breath in time. We are here, now, yet we seem to always be more concerned with another time. The past, the future but never now, this moment, this joy.

For me the spell has been broken. I want to live now, feel now, love now. I want to see that smile looking back at me whatever the cost. I want to impart what knowledge and dreams I have to this little human and see him grow and dream too. I still believe in being knowledgeable and understanding this world but I am simply done letting those cares drive me, control me.

His peaceful rest as I watch him sleep is deeply moving. While the world seems to be raging with hate, here in this moment is deep love. Worry has been replaced with something which seems foreign yet also familiar. Care is swept away, peace takes its place and for the first time in a good while a new realization emerges, hope.

Change grandpa to dad and this applies to me 100%. I was 38 when my son was born on August 21, 2017. My wife was 8 weeks pregnant when I was involved in a traumatic incident at work that put me in a very dark hole for quite a while. It was almost 19 months after he was born that I was diagnosed with PTSD. The incident involved the violent death of an infant. I still believe I would not have been as severely affected had my wife not been pregnant at the time. While the high risk and difficult pregnancy with him being born at 33 weeks and spending almost 4 months in NICU plus the unknown of being a first time father put me in a deep and dangerous spiral at times all I had to do was look at him or hold him and I was immediately at peace. Even my therapist says my connection to my son and love for him has been extremely helpful in my progress and hopefully recovery. No matter how bad the day he just makes It better.
 
Update:

Liam is having a bad day. He is crying with his stomach and the clear squirts just keep coming. My buddy Brandon is a nurse practitioner, he told me the symptoms like this could last many days.

He is drinking some juice and Pedialyte and eating a little but he’s just miserable.

My daughter had to go out of town a couple of days so PeePaw and Granna (my wife) are doing what we can to ease his discomfort.

Granna has disinfected EVERYTHING and is washing the stuffed animals now. The boy loves to put his foot in his mouth and that could be the answer to how he picked it up. After reading, salmonella is no joke 😮

Please continue to pray gentlemen.


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Continued prayers for Liam and your family.
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under your seat is not quickly accessible. Just saying. Figure out a rapid access holster for driving without having to move your body. Which I am certain you get. You just need a midget in the back of your Willy's to run your 1919.
And why do we keep using that worthless pussy decraprio in so many memes? I mean the pic is a good one, but surely we can find a pic of an actual man to use?

I did some theatre (piles of cute girls, a literal untapped resource) and could pose for some shots. Im not that ugly. not like Lulu posing with his squirrels anyways
 
under your seat is not quickly accessible. Just saying. Figure out a rapid access holster for driving without having to move your body. Which I am certain you get. You just need a midget in the back of your Willy's to run your 1919.
And why do we keep using that worthless pussy decraprio in so many memes? I mean the pic is a good one, but surely we can find a pic of an actual man to use?

I did some theatre (piles of cute girls, a literal untapped resource) and could pose for some shots. Im not that ugly. not like Lulu posing with his squirrels anyways

This is a picture thread, post up your head shots lol.
 
My first air show... I think I was about six or seven. It's the helicopter my uncle flew in for the show. If you zoom in and look at the cockpit the guy on white, my uncle, guy in red my dad,... I can't be seen.

That particular helicopter has some kind of modifications that's different from a regular Chinook. I don't remember what, just remember my roommate pointing a couple of things out that said it was unique. Picture was taken how about 77.

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I am so jealous of you guys that are around those gorgeous nature pictures. There is nothing like that reasonably close to where I am, Houston Texas