"WOULD YOU TELL ME A GOOD NITE Story?

Question

uDid my 5 mile walk (Remember I live in San Fran, CA.) did a little work to get some food and yes, I smoke cigs. ( I am 40. I can live in denial if I want to. :)D. >> took my meds today, just took my nite time meds and they are kickin my butt. Had a lot of good things happen to me todayl Just random acts of kndness, pouring out of the sky. Some days are just good days!!!.

I wish you love and happiness NITE Nite

Will you write me a short bed time (original please), ?? I would appreciate it if you kept it clean?!?

I'll read them when I cannot sleep.

Needs to be reallly good for *****

Oh my goodness111 i CANNOT DECIDE SO i THOUGHT i WOULD LET THE MASSES DECIDE.

Answer 1

There was a fox and a bear talking one night in the middle of the forest. The fox says, "Hey bear what kinds of animals did you eat today?" The bear answers, "I only had a dear and I shared it with my cubs. How about you?"
The fox replies, "I had a chicken from old McDonald's farm and sheep earlier today. I am stuffed."
The end

Answer 2

Foundations of mathematics is a term sometimes used for certain fields of mathematics itself, namely for mathematical logic, axiomatic set theory, proof theory, model theory, and recursion theory. The search for foundations of mathematics is however also a central question of the philosophy of mathematics: On what ultimate basis can mathematical statements be called true?

One common mathematical paradigm is based on axiomatic set theory and formal logic. Virtually all mathematical theorems today can be formulated as theorems of set theory. The truth of a mathematical statement, in this view, is then nothing but the claim that the statement can be derived from the axioms of set theory using the rules of formal logic.

This formalistic approach does not explain several issues: why we should use the axioms we do and not some others, why we should employ the logical rules we do and not some others, why "true" mathematical statements (e.g., the laws of arithmetic) appear to be true in the physical world, and so on.

The above-mentioned notion of formalistic truth could also turn out to be rather pointless: it is certainly possible that all statements can be derived from the axioms of set theory. Moreover, as a consequence of Gödel's second incompleteness theorem, we can never be sure that this is not the case.

In mathematical realism, sometimes called Platonism, the existence of a world of mathematical objects independent of humans is postulated; the truths about these objects are discovered by humans. In this view, the laws of nature and the laws of mathematics have a similar status, and the effectiveness ceases to be unreasonable. Not our axioms, but the very real world of mathematical objects forms the foundation. The obvious question, then, is: how do we access this world?

Some modern theories in the philosophy of mathematics deny the existence of foundations in the original sense. Some theories tend to focus on mathematical practice, and aim to describe and analyze the actual working of mathematicians as a social group. Others try to create a cognitive science of mathematics, focusing on human cognition as the origin of the reliability of mathematics when applied to the real world. These theories would propose to find foundations only in human thought, not in any objective outside construct.

This should do it.
sleep-tight

Answer 3

I have a friend that went to Acton, (rehab) over the
Christmas holidays. We'll she was very lonely so I made her
a treasure map and ran it through the pizza oven to make
it look very old.
On the map, it shows a truck traveling from LA to Acton.

We'll after she got the map in the mail, she thought about it.

When she look up, the UPS truck arrived on Que.

She got her package and she opened it up and found
a little treasure chest filled with coins and some jewelry.

That night she was so happy.

Pleasant dreams...

Answer 4

Once upon a time there lived a little girl who liked to pick white rose from her white rose garden in her backyard. ON morning when she woke up and when outside, she discovered that someone set her white rose garden on fire. She was really sad and while she cried her eyes located a wallet on the soil. She picked up the wallet and saw the ID of a man named Willy Jackson. He looked crazy and the ID had his address. She figured THIS was the guy who burned her garden. The little girl retrieved the shotgun she kept under her bed and went to the address. She blasted the door open and saw the most random scene she had ever seen!
She saw a salad man and a giant finger puppet watching the WWE on a giant plasma screen. The dude named WIlly Jackson was on the floor, wasted, beer cans everywhere. He smelled like gasoline. She also saw a midget clown guy cooking a turkey in the kitchen. The little girl shot Willy and he died. Since Willy had gas on his body the sparks set his body on fire and the whole house burned down and killed everyone including the little girl. The moral of the story is...uhh...just go to sleep or else the little girl will come to your house and shoot you! good night! :-)

Answer 5

this isn't a story, but a poem. i wrote it a long time ago for an assignment back in high school. it's pretty lame, but it's about the night time (aka sleeping), so enjoy...?


stars sprinkled through the night sky,
glittering, shimmering.
diamonds tossed among the rich, black velvet of space.

keep company to the moon.
softly glowing orb,
silently shining.
lighting the way as dreams of those in slumber take flight.

peaceful shall they sleep,
the moon and stars shining down,
'til dawn washes in
and the sun steals away the beauty of the night sky.

dawn breaks.
slivers of warmth.
red, gold, orange, and yellow,
the radiance sweeps away all semblance of night.
dreams fade.
sleep slowly retreats .

soon.
soon shall the glittering stars return
keeping company with the moon.

Answer 6

I am dangling my pocket watch on a chain in front of you. You are getting very sleepy.... so sleepy. On the count of three you will lose all your energy and fall nicely to sleep. one... two.... three.
goodnight.

Answer 7

There once was a crazy lady that lived in town....

Answer 8

no

Answer 9

The Dream


I look into your lovely bright and shining green eyes and I can see myself falling in love with you. My lady, you have no idea at all how this scares me….


I had seen her in passing for much of the past year. Our travels in this town had us going the same way it seems. And yet, I had never really seen her. I had not noticed her quiet beauty and poise until two weeks ago…. When she spoke to me for the first time.


A mutual friend of ours had recommended that I had some arcane knowledge that would be of use to her and she had stopped me on the square to ask for my assistance. I could not help but agree to the request of such a comely lady. We spent a few moments conversing over her problem and I was able to give her the technical assistance that she required. She flashed me a happy, eye glinting smile of thanks and was again about her errands. I watched her walk off and was amazed that I had never noticed just how pretty and delightful a person she was.

In the passing days she again came to me for assistance on the same problem. It seemed that she could not quite remember the sequence of the spell and needed additional training from me. I tried to tell myself that she only required knowledge and that she was surely not interested in me as a man. Part of me believed this, yet another part hoped that she was only making excuses to spend some time with me.

With each passing day, I found my thoughts more and more on Melanie. Brightly lit visions would fly across my mind of kissing her sweet and inviting lips. Feeling her arms folding about my neck as our lips embraced. I tried to no avail to put these thoughts from my mind. I knew next to nothing of this woman.
Such a lovely woman as this is most certainly married. It would not be right to have such thoughts about a married woman. With this thought I was able to put the visions of her from my mind.

This morning she stopped by my alchemy shop and stayed to just chat and talk to me. I could scarce believe it. During the course of our conversion I learned to my utter delight that she was NOT married. Her smiles at me caused such a feeling of warmth and happiness to invade my heart that I truly did not understand this sudden change this woman had on me. After the love of my youth had died, I had thought never again to know the happiness of a woman’s love. And yet here it was standing before me. Or so I hoped at any rate.

We talked for almost an hour and then as several more patrons came into my little shop, she begged her leave and was again on her way. I kept my mind focused on my business for the remainder of the day. But it was a fearsome battle to banish the softness of her eyes, the swell of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin from my thoughts.

That night, in my small and sparsely furnished home, I sat at my oaken dining table and prepared to have my supper of fresh apples, a small but thick cut of ham, and a few cuts of bread when a knock came to my door. My heart skipped a beat. Was this her? Had she been thinking of me as I had her and had been overcome with a desire to spend more time with me?

I opened the door and there she stood. Dressed in riding clothes and a beautiful black mare beside her.
She was an absolute vision of loveliness. She smiled at me and said, “Hello Caesius. Do you ride? I was
hoping that you might accompany me on a small adventure this evening.” Her smile seemed to illuminate her entire face.

“For you my dear Melanie, I would gladly ride upon a dragon’s back.” The words were scarce out of my mouth ere I regretted saying them. She did not look away in embarrassment, as I had feared she would, she only continued to smile at me and reached out her hand to take mine. “Good. Then mount up and I will lead the way.”

In but a few moments we were winding our way across the cobblestone streets and headed towards the iron gate that lead out of town. We chatted as we road along. I have no idea about what really, I was just so taken with her beauty that I drank in the fragrance of her and thanked God for sending me such a happy woman to be with this evening.

I have always been of a melancholy nature. Prone to see the sadness in the world around me, and missing the sights of happiness and joy. Now my heart beat with such a feeling of high spirits that I felt heady with the wave of it all. This woman before me had somehow changed my heart in such a few days. Now I noticed all the wondrous spring flowers and the blooming trees that surrounded our small village. The smells of the flowers filled the air around us and I was just happy to be alive.

We rode into the forest and along a seldom-traveled lane. The leaves from last fall still covered much of the hard packed earth the horses trod upon. We were silent for a time, both of us enjoying being together and seeing beautiful foliage around us.

We broke free of the underbrush and tall oak trees into the most peaceful and wonderful glade that I had ever seen. “I wanted to share my favorite place with you, Caesius. This has been my secret home for many years. All my life actually. As a little girl, whenever I would feel lonely or sad, I would come here and feel such a closeness to God and His power that I was able to go on.” Melanie turned and said to me.

“This is such a wonderful and peaceful place Melanie. I thank thee for sharing this with me. Forgive me, dear lady, but I do not understand why though. Why are you here with me?" I looked into her soft green eyes and fear gripped my heart. Now comes the truth, I thought, now I learn that she does not feel for me what my heart beats in loves rhythm for her. Now I learn that I have mistaken simple human kindness for so much more.

She was silent and merely held out her hand for my assistance for her to dismount. I hastily obliged her and then with her still holding my hand she looked up into my eyes and smiled. Her lips parted and the sweet smell of her breath wafted across my face. I could contain my self no longer. Pulling her into a heavy embrace, I kissed her soft and wanting lips. Her body melded into mine, her breath flowed into my lungs. My head rushed as with a roaring waterfall from the passion of our embrace.

Slowly we parted and I whispered “Melanie, my dear lady, I love you with all my being. Every thing that is me burns in love for you.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close and with her head upon my chest said, “And that, my love, is why I brought you here.”

Tears began to slowly flow down my cheeks and a happiness that I had never even imagined filled my soul.
Falling on my knees before her and clasping her hands in mine I asked her the question now burning thru me. “My love, will you marry me?” What had come over me? Such madness, such desire for this woman that I had only known for scare three weeks. I did not know, I only knew that I loved her with all that I was. And that I desperately wanted to spend the rest of my life with her as my wife.

She brought my hands up to her lips and laying a soft, wet kiss upon them answered, “Yes!”