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Deb C

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About Deb C

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    Johnnie's Addictive GAL
  • Birthday 02/25/1955

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    South Carolina, USA
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    Hi...My name is Deb and I am a 53 year old wife, mother and grandmother and I am a HUGE Gerry fan and have been for as long as I can remember...I loved him back when he was unknown and I love him today..I live in the great state of South Carolina with my husband and best friend of 30 years..my parrot and 2 dogs..I love this sight because there really are other people who are as much in love with GB as I am...<br /><br />Have a great day and God Bless!

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    Marek's Maiden
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  1. As much as I adore GB, I can say from reading the series, he would have made a great Jamie Fraser back in his early days but I don't see it knowing the characters in Diana's books the way I do. I can see him as an older Jamie but I definitely dont see him as a 23 year old virgin. Deb
  2. I rented it from Netflix...wonder why they don't have it...maybe that particular warehouse? Strange
  3. Hi! Have a question I'm hoping someone can help me with. I put The Jury on my netflix list. Unfortunately they don't have Disc 1 available. Their copy may have been damaged or something. How "lost" would I be in the plot if I just get Disc 2 and 3? Actually, I could just enjoy Gerry's performance anyway! I've heard so many positive reviews from people on this site that I'm really looking forward to seeing it...whether or not all the discs are available or not!!! I personally think you should see it from the beginning....
  4. 'DEB C', YOU GO GIRL!!!! WISE WORDS TO THE WISE!!!! Joanna Thank you Joanna...I learned this lesson the hard way and if someone truly loves you...they will never try to change you..the will love you for who you are...all of your imperfections...love is unconditional...I do hope Gerry can find someone like that and he will accept that person for who they are...That might be why he has not found the right person yet...
  5. Hi Swannie, The one thing I have learned over the years is to accept people for who they are and not try to change them because I would not want to be changed. I have been on both sides and hated when someone tried to make me into something I wasn't and tried to change me. I am what I am and I love my husband because he accepted me for me and I accepted him for who he was. Neither of us are perfect and that is what makes life so good with him. I coiuld accept Gerry for the person he is...the good and the bad...because life is never perfect and neither are people//It is what it is and we are what we are.......
  6. I applaud your letter **STANDING OVATION**
  7. Kisses and Cakes and you can download it from I-Tunes
  8. Deb C

    Robert Burns

    This is beautiful
  9. Deb C

    Robert Burns

    [ Very beautiful...wanted to add one from Franco I think you would enjoy Capitolo 5 (Franco to an unnamed man.) Sir, your virtue and your great valor and your eloquence had such power that they freed my heart from another's hand; and that heart I soon hope to see placed within your noble breast, and ruling there and doing your will. What I most loved I now despise, and I no longer value weak and frail beauty and repent of ever having delighted in it. Unhappy me, who loved a mortal shadow that I should have hated and loved you instead, endowed with infinite, undying virtue! The sea does not have as many grains of sand as the number of times I weep over this: loving frail beauty, I disdained endless virtue. Sighing I confess my mistake, and I promise and swear to you truly that I'll banish beauty in favor of virtue. Longing for your virtue, I languish and die, my heart freed from that evil chain, with which the little archer god bound me; once I followed my senses, now reason is my guide...... I do love their work...to be able to write so beautifully...
  10. Deb C

    Robert Burns

    Expect na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung o' great an' noble bluid, Because ye're surnam'd like His Grace- Perhaps related to the race: Then, when I'm tir'd-and sae are ye, Wi' mony a fulsome, sinfu' lie, Set up a face how I stop short, For fear your modesty be hurt. Thank you Donna...we will definitely keep it going A Dedication To Gavin Hamilton, Esq. 1786 This may do-maun do, sir, wi' them wha Maun please the great folk for a wamefou; For me! sae laigh I need na bow, For, Lord be thankit, I can plough; And when I downa yoke a naig, Then, Lord be thankit, I can beg; Sae I shall say-an' that's nae flatt'rin- It's just sic Poet an' sic Patron. The Poet, some guid angel help him, Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him! He may do weel for a' he's done yet, But only-he's no just begun yet. The Patron (sir, ye maun forgie me; I winna lie, come what will o' me), On ev'ry hand it will allow'd be, He's just-nae better than he should be. I readily and freely grant, He downa see a poor man want; What's no his ain, he winna tak it; What ance he says, he winna break it; Ought he can lend he'll no refus't, Till aft his guidness is abus'd; And rascals whiles that do him wrang, Ev'n that, he does na mind it lang; As master, landlord, husband, father, He does na fail his part in either. But then, nae thanks to him for a'that; Nae godly symptom ye can ca' that; It's naething but a milder feature Of our poor, sinfu' corrupt nature: Ye'll get the best o' moral works, 'Mang black Gentoos, and pagan Turks, Or hunters wild on Ponotaxi, Wha never heard of orthodoxy. That he's the poor man's friend in need, The gentleman in word and deed, It's no thro' terror of damnation; It's just a carnal inclination. Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whase stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice! No-stretch a point to catch a plack: Abuse a brother to his back; Steal through the winnock frae a whore, But point the rake that taks the door; Be to the poor like ony whunstane, And haud their noses to the grunstane; Ply ev'ry art o' legal thieving; No matter-stick to sound believing. Learn three-mile pray'rs, an' half-mile graces, Wi' weel-spread looves, an' lang, wry faces; Grunt up a solemn, lengthen'd groan, And damn a' parties but your own; I'll warrant they ye're nae deceiver, A steady, sturdy, staunch believer. O ye wha leave the springs o' Calvin, For gumlie dubs of your ain delvin! Ye sons of Heresy and Error, Ye'll some day squeel in quaking terror, When Vengeance draws the sword in wrath. And in the fire throws the sheath; When Ruin, with his sweeping besom, Just frets till Heav'n commission gies him; While o'er the harp pale Misery moans, And strikes the ever-deep'ning tones, Still louder shrieks, and heavier groans! Your pardon, sir, for this digression: I maist forgat my Dedication; But when divinity comes 'cross me, My readers still are sure to lose me. So, sir, you see 'twas nae daft vapour; But I maturely thought it proper, When a' my works I did review, To dedicate them, sir, to you: Because (ye need na tak it ill), I thought them something like yoursel'. Then patronize them wi' your favor, And your petitioner shall ever- I had amaist said, ever pray, But that's a word I need na say; For prayin, I hae little skill o't, I'm baith dead-sweer, an' wretched ill o't; But I'se repeat each poor man's pray'r, That kens or hears about you, sir- "May ne'er Misfortune's gowling bark, Howl thro' the dwelling o' the clerk! May ne'er his genrous, honest heart, For that same gen'rous spirit smart! May Kennedy's far-honour'd name Lang beet his hymeneal flame, Till Hamiltons, at least a dizzen, Are frae their nuptial labours risen: Five bonie lasses round their table, And sev'n braw fellows, stout an' able, To serve their king an' country weel, By word, or pen, or pointed steel! May health and peace, with mutual rays, Shine on the ev'ning o' his days; Till his wee, curlie John's ier-oe, When ebbing life nae mair shall flow, The last, sad, mournful rites bestow!" I will not wind a lang conclusion, With complimentary effusion; But, whilst your wishes and endeavours Are blest with Fortune's smiles and favours, I am, dear sir, with zeal most fervent, Your much indebted, humble servant. But if (which Pow'rs above prevent) That iron-hearted carl, Want, Attended, in his grim advances, By sad mistakes, and black mischances, While hopes, and joys, and pleasures fly him, Make you as poor a dog as I am, Your humble servant then no more; For who would humbly serve the poor? But, by a poor man's hopes in Heav'n! While recollection's pow'r is giv'n- If, in the vale of humble life, The victim sad of fortune's strife, I, thro' the tender-gushing tear, Should recognise my master dear; If friendless, low, we meet together, Then, sir, your hand-my Friend and Brother!
  11. Deb C

    Robert Burns

    haha...well I am enjoying it...hee is another touching Burns' poem A Mothers Lament for the Death of Her Son Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc'd my darling's heart; And with him all the joys are fled Life can to me impart. By cruel hands the sapling drops, In dust dishonour'd laid; So fell the pride of all my hopes, My age's future shade. The mother-linnet in the brake Bewails her ravish'd young; So I, for my lost darling's sake, Lament the live-day long. Death, oft I've feared thy fatal blow. Now, fond, I bare my breast; O, do thou kindly lay me low With him I love, at rest!
  12. I would be happy if Gerry hummed Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...it matters not
  13. Deb C

    Robert Burns

    Love it love it loveit !!!! Fickle Fortune Though fickle Fortune has deceived me, She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill; Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me, Yet I bear a heart shall support me still. I'll act with prudence as far 's I'm able, But if success I must never find, Then come misfortune, I bid thee welcome, I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind. RB
  14. Deb C

    Robert Burns

    Capatolo 16 by Veronica Franco (Challenge to a poet who has defamed her:) Yet my tears are stanched at last and dried, and the bitter wound has finally healed that pierced me through from one side to the other. As if jolted awake from sweet sleep all at once, I drew courage from the risk I'd avoided, though a woman, born to milder tasks; and, blade in hand, I learned warrior's skills, so that, by handling weapons, I learned that women by nature are no less agile than men.... So take up at last the weapon you've chosen, for I cannot bear any further delay, compelled as I am by the scorn in my soul. The sword that strikes and stabs in your hand--- the common language spoken in Venice--- if that's what you want to use, then so do I; and if you want to enter into Tuscan, I leave you the choice of high or comic strain for one's as easy and clear for me as the other. I've seen, in mock-heroic verse, a very fine work of yours that resembles the style that mixes Italian and Latin. Whichever of these you wish to use, as you do elsewhere, to speed on your arrows in a contest of insults exchanged between us, choose the language that you prefer, for I am equally happy with them all, since I have learned them for exactly this purpose. To compete with you as boldly as I may, I have studied all these styles in depth; whether well or ill, I myself am content; and others as well will understand this. And so will you, for you may fall, beaten, wishing you had not insulted me.........
  15. youa re an amazing artisit and I love y our work..you could easily sell your drawings
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