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I'm going to use this as a place to discuss search, how to use it and what people want to use it for.
A few things:
When you use multiple words in a search, the default is to perform an OR search. Searching for curly perm will turn up both curly and perm and will list first results that have both terms.
Searches are case insensitive. Perm, perm and PERM are all the same.
Searches are made for roots, so perm, perms, permed and perming are all the same. But permanent is a different word.
A plus symbol in front of a word in a search means that word is required so curly +perm will return only results that have some form of perm in them and will prefer ones that have curly, also. +curly +perm results must have both words though not necessarily next to each other.
A minus sign means do not include the following word in results so perm -curly would return results that matched perm but would not include ones that also had curly.
Quotes around a phrase will search for an exact match, but will still ignore case. "curly perm" will match Curly perm and lots of variations but both words in that order must be present.
Comments are regarded by search as part of the post.
The sidebars allow you to restrict searches to posts that match various criteria, like type of post, audience rating or authorship. At the top right is a sidebar that allows you to control how the search indexer orders results.
When we upgrade to Drupal 7, this will all change a bit but not drastically.
You can use this thread to ask questions and make comments about search.
Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
The next story I'm going to share with you was told to me by Junior Scoutmaster Emma Jeanette Pierce. I'm also going to confess I went a little overboard with the name of the story. I don't apologize for it at all though, mostly because it conjures up perfectly the vibe I want to capture with these stories.
The Ghostly Dancer at the Annual Cotillion Ball
Told By
Emma Jeanette Pierce
Ich hatte schon immer eine Leidenschaft für Hunde, habe bisher aber nie selbst einen gehabt.
Wenn es nach mir ginge, dann würde ich mir einen Golden Retriever zulegen, um ihm dann ein gutes Herrchen zu sein.
Doch leider spielt meine Freundin da nicht mit.
Zwar mag auch sie Hunde und findet auch den Rüden unseres Kumpels toll, ebenfalls ein Golden Retriever, aber für sie selbst kam bisher nie ein eigener Hund infrage.
A hightech bodysuit allows Jimmy to experience being a Headlights Girl! It's fun, it's profitable and it's a complete change of lifestyle that anyone could enjoy - even you!
She rummaged inside her bag for a few seconds before taking out a beautiful blue denim bikini top.
"Here, I found it this morning I used to wear it last year, it's very comfortable, but it's a bit small for me now," she said, indicating her well developed boobs.
What better way to have a summer romance than to have it occur in the place and time of more romance historical novels: London during the Regency period, specifically November 1814 to just after Waterloo. Note changes through out.
Easy As Making Mud Pies - Hard as eating them!
by Angharad
part: 391
I did some shopping on the way home, if Stella was due to arrive tomorrow, some more food would be useful, although we could eat out once or twice. I had some work to do, so she'd have to talk to Spike or go out on her own.
It is always a traumatic thing when a mother looses a child and this case is especially traumatic. Ms. Jasmine Moore’s child, Jason committed suicide and less than four weeks later she had to be admitted to a psychiatric facility for severe schizophrenia. It was the worst case I had ever encountered. She said her dead son was trying to kill her and her daughters newborn baby. She had to be admitted before she harmed the baby
Psychiatric report on examination of patient Jasmine Moore, page five.
One summer never ends,
One summer never begins,
It keeps me standing still,
It takes all my will,
Then suddenly, last summer,
Then suddenly, last summer...
As I rode home the rain started–some summer this was proving to be. I was quite wet before I got back to the house and by the time I’d wiped the bike down, was feeling cold. I know the bikes are carbon framed, but they still have metal components that can rust.
PLAY . . NICE!
LAIKA PUPKINO ~ 2008
PART THREE: VISITING HOURS
My father was in the hospital with- well they weren't sure what he had. Grandma, Joy and I all hopped in my truck to go visit him. Under ordinary circumstances I would be driving, but our circumstances were far from ordinary. I had been magically "transcorporated" into the 5'4" body of my sister, a less than upstanding citizen whose driver's license had been revoked. Joy now towered over me in my body; and while he was in physical possession of my license, this truck would have to be fitted with snow tires before he could drive it. On that cold day in Hell...
I snuggled down with Simon, I had missed his warm muscular body and his strong arms which were currently holding me against him. “This is nice,” I said.
“Erm, what?” he said sleepily.
“You’d nodded off. Am I that boring?”
“No, but neither were you up at five o’clock this morning.”
‘I jumped out of bed, going over to the port hole thingie and looked out. It was going to be another hot day and the sea looked calm and not sick making… a good omen!
We waited... and waited... and waited. Then, at nearly the same moment, the longboat appeared at the end of the cove, and a red flare shot up into the sky from behind the hill.
Chapters 34 - 35. The continuing story of Jason, a young boy that is coming to terms with his transgender nature, and his mostly supportive family.
Jason soon succumbed to peer pressure and went up and changed into his black dress. When he came back down, Kathy and Sue just stared dumbfounded, and Julie laughed at them.
I was in the middle of eating my sandwich when the phone rang. I was a little apprehensive about answering it, because no one was supposed to know I was here. At the same time, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to make an informed guess.
"My mother died a few years ago.” Charlene stared straight ahead as if in deep thought. “She loved me… she understood…I would tell her I wanted to be her little girl…and she always told me, ‘You ARE my little girl’. I would crawl up in her lap and she would hug me and love me…”
Easy as losing the original episode.
by Angharad
part 387.
The original episode was lost when I tried to load an image with it. I hadn't made a back up copy. This one has therefore cost me a whole evening. I hate computers and all things related to them.
At Aunt Greta’s–
Freya and the Doodlebugs
by Gabi
Chapter 16 of a Continuing Saga…
Recognising the now-familiar wailing of the air-raid siren, I was awake in an instant. ‘It’s an air-raid, I can’t explain now but we have slipped back in time to the second world war and you must call me Greta. This has happened to me before; we have to get up and go to the air-raid shelter.’
At this moment the door opened, the light was switched on and Mummy was there. ‘Greta, Freya, get up quickly, girls. Put on your underthings, socks, shoes and dressing gowns, bring a blanket and come with me to the shelter immediately. And don’t forget your gas masks.’ She hurried away towards her own room leaving us alone.
“Listen darling, I’ve told you before I could not have wished for a better son and I just know that I’m going to get an even better daughter, and I know that Eddie is going to get a loving and attractive attentive wife, it’s been a pleasure having Craig as a son and it will even more of a pleasure having Nikki as a daughter, now get some sleep”
"How's that?" she had asked as she had taken my left hand and placed it under her bra.
"So soft and nice," I had responded as I had gently fondled her. Almost in an instant my memory had merged into my own pleasure as I continued to touch myself.
"What's so soft and nice, Celyn?" asked my Mother as she strode into my room.
"Granny, Granny, please tell us a story! Pretty please, Granny!" said nine year old Linda as she sat on the floor with her twin sister Julia.
They had on matching sky blue blouses and navy blue skorts which each had embroidered a red rose with green stem and leaves as well as the first initial of their name. They both looked precious in their white knee socks and black Mary Jane's. Each of them looked intently at me with their deep blue eyes, resisting the temptation to twirl their long blonde hair in their fingers, since they loved my stories.
Before I could answer, Julia burst out, "Tell us a new one, Granny! Pretty, please!"
After a family tragedy, young David decides to live by himself in his home where he can be his true self, Katie. It's almost like a dream as Katie explores her new life.
But it's not easy. Where will she get money? How can an eleven-year-old deal with something as mundane as shopping when at any moment some adult may decide she needs help from police, doctors, teachers or lawyers?
It's lonely, too. Katie needs a friend, but who can she trust with her secret? That she's just a child living in her home, alone?
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