Friday, March 28, 2008

8 Years, 19 Days, 'Twas Writ.....


In the middle of the desert
A cloudless night
Millions of stars above
Not a sound at all
No animals to be seen
Tumbleweeds without motion
Alone
Devoid of communication
Vehicles nowhere
Naked
Horizons all around
Without a single tool
Neither food nor water
On fire

OMG!!!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Questionable Querriculum

(Penned in 1979...re-discovered and updated today)

Certain Ethnic Community College
Adult Education---Fall Semester
Registration Deadline---Real Soon


SELF IMPROVEMENT
SI500 CREATIVE SUFFERING
SI501 OVERCOMING PEACE OF MIND
SI502 YOU AND YOUR BIRTHMARKS
SI503 GUILT WITHOUT PARANOIA
SI504 THE PRIMAL SHRUG
SI505 EGO GRATIFICATION THROUGH CONDESCENSION
SI506 MOULDING YOUR CHILD THROUGH GUILT AND FEAR
SI507 DEALING WITH POST REALIZATION DEPRESSION
SI508 WHINE YOUR WAY TO ALIENATION
SI509 HOW TO OVERCOME SELF-DOUBT THROUGH PRETENSE AND OSTENTATION

BUSINESS AND CAREER
BC101 HOW TO AMASS $100 IN REAL ESTATE
BC102 MONEY CAN MAKE YOU RICH
BC103 MARKETING AND SELLING YOUR IN-LAWS
BC104 CARAVAN CAREERS
BC105 FRANCHISE THAT INFORMATION BOOTH
BC106 THE UNDERACHIEVER’S GUIDE TO VERY SMALL BUSINESS OPPORTUNITIES
BC107 TAX SHELTERS FOR THE INDIGENT
BC108 MORTGAGE REDUCTION WITHOUT CARBS
BC109 NIGHT SCHOOL RIP-OFFS (MORNING CLASS ONLY)

ARTS AND CRAFTS
AC302 RECYCLING SPIDER WEBS
AC303 SELF-ACTUALIZATION THROUGH MACRAME
AC304 NEEDLECRAFT FOR JUNKIES
AC305 CUTICLE ORIGAMI
AC306 GIFTS FOR THE IRS AGENT
AC307 BONSAI YOUR PET
AC308 HOW TO DRAW STICK FIGURES

OF SPECIAL INTEREST
BS101 OVERTHROW ANY GOVERNMENT IN LESS THAN A DECADE
BS102 WATERBED AQUARIUMS
BS103 STARTING A SILO COLLECTION
BS104 GARGLE IN ANY LANGUAGE OVERNIGHT
BS105 EXPLAINING DENTS
BS106 WHALE REPAIR
BS107 DOOR TO DOOR DENTURE SALES

HEALTH AND FITNESS
HF201 BEARD WATCHING
HF202 CREATIVE TOOTH DECAY
HF203 EXORCISM AND ITS EFFECT ON ACNE
HF204 THE JOYS OF HYPOCHONDRIA
HF205 SUICIDE AND YOUR LONGEVITY
HF206 HIGH FIBER YIN & YANG
HF207 BIOFEEDBACK AND HOW TO STOP
HF208 SKATEBOARDING TO REGULARITY
HF209 UNDERSTANDING A CLAVICLE
HF210 TAP DANCE YOUR WAY TO RIDICULE
HF211 OPTIONAL BODY FUNCTIONS
HF212 DRESSING RIGHT/ DRESSING LEFT AND HOW IT CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE
HF213 THE BRAILLE SYSTEM OF ANATOMY
HF214 WATER SKI HOPSKOTCH

HOME BUDGETING
EC402 RETURN STOLEN GOODS FOR PROFIT
EC403 TURN THAT FLY SWATTER INTO A FULLY AUTOMATIC RIFLE
EC404 HOW TO CONVERT YOUR FAMILY ROOM INTO A GARAGE
EC405 BURGLARPROOF YOUR HOME WITH CEMENT
EC406 FUNDAMENTAL KITCHEN TAXIDERMY
EC407 SINUS DRAINAGE AT HOME
EC408 1001 USES FOR THE KIRBY VACUUM
EC409 REPAIR AND MAINTENANCE OF YOUR VIRGINITY
EC410 CONVERT A WHEELCHAIR INTO A DUNE BUGGY
EC411 CHRISTIANITY AND R.V. MAINTENANCE
EC412 IMPROVE PROFITS WITH YOUR CONVERSATION PIT

GENERAL
GB101 RIOT ETIQUETTE
GB102 SCHOOL GUARD FOLKLORE
GB103 WIND CHIME SING-A-LONGS
GB104 KNOW YOUR FLASHLIGHT
GB105 LOOKING OCCUPIED AND INTERESTED AT A SHOPPING MALL
GB106 DRYER LINT QUILTS
GB107 MICROWAVE MYSTERIES AND TERROR
GB108 AVOID COMPACT DISC ALLERGIES
GB109 SELECTING ANCESTORS
GB110 DISCREET KNUCKLE CRACKING
GB111 MEMORIZING MIDDLE NAMES
GB112 INTRODUCTORY HIJACK HUMOR
GB113 KILLER BEE COOKING FOR FUN
GB114 REMEDIAL COUPON CLIPPING

Thursday, March 20, 2008

While the Coffee Brewed...


(Written 3-29-00, when I was with an Outreach Ministry that operated per Matthew 25:35)

Before the sun rises, MY world begins
Early morning is NOT for me
But I revel in the selfish quiet

It’s all I’ll have today

Today, I’ll hear the cries of hunger---the rasps of thirst
I’ll see the naked
Feel the loneliness of the imprisoned
And the despair of the afflicted

From that bleak rises a storm of compassion
Bolts of empathy powered by surges of caring
Surrounding me are the arms and hearts of those who TRULY care
They give…they love
They don’t stop

Can we help or save them all---or even SOME?
Are we on the right path?

Frustrated at times…I look to the sky
And there…..peering from behind a cloud

I see God and Matthew.....

I SEE GOD AND MATTHEW SMILE!


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Keep a Lookout---NOT!


When you enter the main parking area at the Manchester, New Hampshire Veterans Administration Hospital, this ominous building sticks out like a sore "tower." At my first appointment last week, I asked Ralph, who was assisting my records transfer, if he knew anything about it. He apologized and said he had been meaning to get the information. Now curious, I went home and began the Bob version of CSI. Spending nearly an hour on the web, it amazed me how limited the information on the man who was Manchester's mayor several times, governor of New Hampshire twice and good friend of Abraham Lincoln. However, here we go: Fredrick Smyth, 1819-1899; Governor 1865 and 1866, (apparently the term was but 1 year); Smyth Tower built in 1888 as his personal retreat/hideaway; It resembles a Scotch Border Watchtower.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Rhetoric and Other Political Stuff

Evolution, as defined, intones a very slow process. In politics, the process is on fast-forward because there’s not a ton of time in each run for office, although, sometimes, it certainly can feel that way!

In the beginning, all the candidates brandish their very best behavior, as if they’re wearing new clothes for the Easter church service, knowing there’ll be the devil to pay if they get dirty before going to Gramma’s. Usually, through the first debate, they swoon over and make nicey-nice to each other as if Noah were on his way to make a final decision for cabins on the ark.

There’s no preset schedule, but somewhere, one candidate makes a statement that upsets another, and like a horse race…they’re OFF! It’s truly hilarious, because you KNOW it’s coming…you envision their gritting teeth and holding breath, just itching to be the first and hoping to not get caught. Identification means having to deny any knowledge, followed by trying to convince us that it was taken out of context and finally firing the individual responsible for issuing the statement, along with a profound apology, of course! As the election draws closer, digging is deeper and finger pointing becomes more abrasive. It’s a never-ending search. If they can’t find any, sometimes they invent some! How am I doing so far?

In our age of instant dissemination of data, I get oh so very tired of the emails begging me to “forward to as many people as possible” information that has not been verified. Occasionally, I get riled and fire off a response, making certain to hit the “reply to all” button, hoping someone understands. I gently advise them to check with snopes.com and other sources for credence. I bite my e-tongue as I advise all that very little will be accomplished by forwarding to a bazillion friends. Finally, I get miffed and offer instructions on obtaining results.

Trace each candidate’s record. Follow their progress. Compare promises vs. results. Go to the meetings. Question why the results differed from the promises. (Hint. They rely on your loss of memory). Monitor how they vote. Some newspapers publish all votes. If yours doesn’t, make a request or you can get the info on line. Good Lord, don’t vote for someone because, “he looks like a nice boy!” Too quickly, too many citizens have become lemmings. Look up the word and you’ll remember the meaning.

Read, watch and learn! We can access mountains of information by pointing a mouse and hitting a button. (Hint. They know many are too lazy). There are many journalists who follow the candidates and issues. Here are but a few: Pat Buchanan, Froma Harrop, Michelle Malkin, John Metzler, Oliver North, Leo Sandy, Mark Shields, Thomas Sowell and John Stossel. All are accessible in print and on the web. Type in a name and follow directions to the articles. Also at your disposal are the many programs on television and radio. I’m not here to endorse any program, journalist or commentator. I merely offer these choices wherein you can study what they offer. Form your own educated opinion and vote accordingly. Oh yeah, you’ll have to vote because that entitles you to complain to the bartender the day after the election!

If you’re in the mood for an ulcer or two, visit the site I recently found. Type in
www.cagw.org Called Citizens Against Government Waste, it defines much of what you always wanted to know and get sick about your dollars becoming the comical(?) but sick, pork barrel funding.

They are your employees. You elect them to pass along your wishes and needs. Someone said, “The people should not fear the government. It is the government who should fear the people.” If you are dissatisfied, by all means, do not elect or re-elect them. Most of you get a performance review at your place of employment, right? If you don’t perform up to expectations, you get a bad “report card” or a warning or the boot. Why should they be any different?

I could go on and on, but understanding the human factor, I know that some folks haven’t even read this far! It’s your country, so, Wake Up, America!

Friday, March 14, 2008

I Never Met Margie...

...but I HAVE met Pat! She and her hubby live at one end of the street where once I neighbored. Their property is on the south side of the cul de sac, with a small wetland on the eastern point. There are 14 houses on that portion of the street. Several times a year, neat-o Pat and her hubby host a FFTBSOYOS "block party." (Feel Free To Bring Some Of Your Own Stuff). Lots of fun and catching up had by all! My being ever-inquisitive, at the 1st meeting, I discovered Pat's penchant for throwing things. Initially, I thought she was a baseball pitcher, then I learned that "throwing" is a term used in making pottery. Her shop is but a few moment's drive from home and she is now in pursuit of international exposure. If you'd like to "meet" Pat and her co-thrower, Margie...OR...if you know any Grand Poobahs, Potentates, Persnickety Royalty and even everyday folks in search of neat, original stuff, kindly click on their site, where you may enjoy a tour and peruse the wares. http://www.clayescapespottery.com By the way, the opening statements are presented in case applicable questions appear in a Trivial Pursuit Game, but you already knew that, didn't you?

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Reminiscing...from that Anon person via Paula M

Long ago and far away........In a land that time forgot,

Before the days of Dylan,.....Or the dawn of Camelot.

There lived a race of innocents....And they were you and me,

Long ago and far away.........In the Land That Made Me ME.

For Ike was in the White House...In that land where we were born,

Where navels were for oranges.....And Peyton Place was porn.

We learned to gut a muffler.......We washed our hair at dawn,

We spread our crinolines to dry...........In circles on the lawn.

We longed for love & romance......And waited for our Prince,

And Eddie Fisher married Liz.....And no one's seen him since.

We danced to "Little Darlin".....And Sang to "Stagger Lee"

And cried for Buddy Holly......... In the Land That Made Me ME.

Only girls wore earrings then......... And 3 was one too many,

And only boys wore flat-top cuts.....Except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams.........Did we expect to see

A boy named George with Lipstick......In the Land That Made Me ME.

We fell for Frankie Avalon,......Annette was oh, so nice,

And when they made a movie.......They never made it twice.

We didn't have a Star Trek Five.....Or Psycho Two & Three,

Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty...... In the Land That Made Me ME.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold........And Chester had a limp,

And Reagan was a Democrat.......Whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard........But not a Mr. T,

And Oprah couldn't talk yet............In the Land That Made Me ME.

We had our share of heroes........We never thought they'd go,

At least not Bobby Darin...........................Or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal.........And life was yet to be,

And Elvis was forever...............In the Land That Made Me ME.

We'd never seen the rock band......That was Grateful to be Dead,

And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson.....And Zeppelins were not Led.

And Beatles lived in gardens then.......And Monkees lived in trees,

Madonna was a virgin................In the Land That Made Me ME.

We'd never heard of microwaves.......Or telephones in cars,

And babies might be bottle-fed......But they weren't grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out.....And "gay" meant fancy-free,

And dorms were never coed...........In the Land That Made Me ME.

We hadn't seen enough of jets.....To talk about the lag,

And microchips were what was left.....At the bottom of the bag.

And Hardware was a box of nails.....And bytes came from a flea,

And rocket ships were fiction.........In the Land That Made Me ME.

Buick's came with portholes...... And side shows came with freaks,

And bathing suits came big enough.....To cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles......And skirts came to the knee,

And Castro came to power..........In the Land That Made Me ME.

We had no Crest with Fluoride......We had no Hill Street Blues,

We all wore superstructure bras.....Designed by Howard Hughes.

We had no patterned pantyhose.....Or Lipton herbal tea

Or prime-time ads for condoms.......In the Land That Made Me ME.

There were no golden arches.......No Perrier to chill,

And fish were not called Wanda.....And cats were not called Bill.

And middle-aged was 35........And old was forty-three,

And ancient was our parents........In the Land That Made Me ME.

But all things have a season.....Or so we've heard them say,

And now instead of Maybelline.....We swear by Retin-A.

And they send us invitations..........To join AARP,

We've come a long way, baby........From the Land That Made Me ME.

So now we face a brave new world.....In slightly larger jeans,

And wonder why they're using.......Smaller print in magazines .

And we tell our children's children.....Of the way it used to be,

Long ago and far away. .....In the Land That Made Me ME.........

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Everybody Has An Angela

If you’ve known me for any length of time, you’ve probably heard me begin a statement with, “I’m not easily impressed, but……….” The births of my children, puppies, experiencing Sedona, finding a truly good ice cream shoppe, a Lake Erie storm, the friendly folk of Appalachia and poor people who continually give are but several examples. Yet, I doubt if anything is more impressive than the day we discover a new emotion called Love. Regardless where life takes us, we never shake that part of growing up. Few of us bond and stay together forever, while most move on and eventually find another person. Some of us will marry several times and a small percentage will remain single. As time passes, that magnificent “moment” becomes a bit foggy while we pursue what we feel will make us happy.

I wonder if Messrs. Rosenberg were aware of the fuse they would light while penning, “Stand Alone By Me”, the March 3rd installment of ABCs, “October Road.” Angela, the only girl in a tight circle of 6, moved away when they were all 10 years old. Eighteen years later, Angela’s death rekindled memories of how each of 5 boys loved her in his own special way.

We’ll find many loves, but none more significant or even magical than our first, as THAT love opened a new kind of door for our hearts. It’s the first time we could actually see into someone, well beyond the physical and into the soul. We were in awe of a mere presence…the world stopping for us and nobody else, in that microcosm of time…a time when absolutely nothing else mattered…our lives forever changed. Can you remember trying to understand that feeling…the futility of explaining any of it and the blissful, utopian confusion of it all? There WAS no way to understand or explain the euphoria. It just WAS! On that day, during that nanosecond, we bid good-bye to innocence and boarded the train to adulthood.

We will experience much in life. Occasionally, the mind will go back to recall how special a time it was because it was OUR world and for a very short period, there was nothing else!


Go to abc.com, click “Watch Full Episode”, then click, “Stand Alone By Me.” Sip a comfort beverage and---go find, or, at least, remember and cherish YOUR Angela.

I did…..and that’s what I saw from MY porch!

Friday, March 7, 2008

Longing for Warm Weather

(Originally written in 2003 to the UDF Customer Relations Dept.)

During the Fifties and Sixties, on the southeast side of Cleveland, Ohio, stood an old brick building, which housed Meyer Dairy. They processed milk, then delivered it throughout the neighborhood, to the Mom & Pop stores and to the forerunners of super markets. In front of the processing plant, on the corner of Lederer Avenue and East 65th Street, was "Dairyland." Inside was a fountain with stools, square tables with sturdy aluminum chairs and a jukebox upon which a song was a nickel and you could hear 3 for a dime.

Most any time you visited, at the table nearest the jukebox, sat "Charlie", the bookie. We never saw any deals take place, but the reputation was enough to invoke awe in the minds of any pre-teenagers. Most of us didn't know what a bookie did, but Charlie did at least look like one! Although he was nice enough to us, we gave him plenty of room. It's not that we were afraid, it's just that we didn't know what a bookie might do to us if we did anything to upset him. This was prior to sexual abuse and kidnapping, so we weren't thinking about those things.

Those were the days of unlocked doors. I don't remember having a house key back then. Neighbors kept a watch on things that would cause envy in the best FBI agent. They had the best hearing...if you walked the streets after dark, you could see a window curtain move ever so slightly...movement caused by the night guard. I'm not sure if any of the old-timers ever slept!

The most violent scene witnessed was an occasional brawl between 2 guys over the claim on one of the "chicks" at the Friday night sock hop. If you're too young, the junior high school played 45 RPM records in the gymnasium to keep us occupied and you had to remove your shoes to prevent damage to the floor. Thus the term, sock hop. A hard-earned quarter got you admission to the Olympia Theater with enough left over to buy a 10 cent box of popcorn. Wow...14 cents to see a newsreel, several cartoons, coming attractions and two full-length movies!

Back to Meyer Dairy. A small fountain Coke was a nickel and so was a small bag of Dan-Dee potato chips, made right down the street. The very best part was the ice cream. It was the model of consistency and very difficult to choose which flavor you'd have that day. With money being very tight immediately following the Korean War, and, wanting to get the most for our money, we'd wait until Mrs. Nemec was behind the counter. Small in stature, she'd swoop that one piece ice cream scoop like Paul Bunyan swinging his axe to form the Grand Canyon, causing your eyes to nearly pop out when you saw the size of that scoop on top of the cone. We'd savor and lick for what seemed like hours, as this was the height of our week! If the weather were humid, we'd have to eat it quickly or else the ice cream would melt its way through the cone. Being inventive, we'd make it last longer by biting off the bottom of the cone and sucking down the ice cream with closed eyes and nothing else mattered. By the way, a one scoop cone cost 9 cents. If you had saved enough for two scoops, it was a challenge to keep them balanced while you worked hard to keep it from melting down onto your hand. I can't remember how much a pint or larger container cost. The cones are what I most fondly recall and the picture of Mrs. Nemec performing to the delight and anticipation of a young child.

I came home from a stint with Uncle Sam to find that Meyer Dairy had closed and Dairyland was no more. Gone were Mrs. Nemec and Charlie, the jukebox, the tables, the nickel Cokes and the ice cream cones. Today, it's all flat ground where Dairyland once served the neighbors and elicited countless faces to break into smiles as wide as the side view of a canoe. There have been times since when I've not had ice cream, but I've gotten back on track in the past 3 years. Nothing can replace Dairyland and I suppose good memories overshadow the taste of today's flavors. My ultimate back then was chocolate-marshmallow because it was the way the marshmallow was swirled into the chocolate.

My travels have taken me in search of that old-time flavor and have all ended in disappointment...UNTIL...a very good friend treated me to some that's made by United Dairy Farmers. I consumed a goodly amount of it that evening! It's the first time in thirty-some years that I've been able to associate the taste with the memory. Thank you, UDF! Funny how a small act of kindness and a some good ice cream can conjur up so many memories.

Anonymous Oldie---Almost a Sooose?

Four all who reed and right (?)

We'll begin with a box and the plural is boxes;
but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;
yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.

We take English for granted.
But if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly,
boxing rings are square
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes, I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
If Dad is Pop, how come Mum isn't Mop?

Author Unknown or is it Knotknown

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Giving to and Helping Others

What Prompts YOU to Give?

Years back, my “Taking on the World,” 20-ish daughter would pop over to help watch, “Life Goes On”, a TV show about a family raising a son with Down’s Syndrome, in addition to the healthy siblings. The stories were almost always touching, so I re-named it, “Make Me Cry”, reflecting my “tough” child’s weekly response. Oh, I too had my share of hard swallows!
Since then, we’ve had the likes of, *Touched By an Angel, *Joan of Arcadia, Extreme Makeover-Home Edition and now, Oprah’s, The Big Give. Granted, some *stories were created in the writing room, yet, I felt someone was indeed experiencing a similar problem. I hardly ever miss Extreme Makeover. On one hand, I am SO proud of how a community unites to rescue people from the cracks of life. On the other hand, it upsets me that perhaps nothing would happen without the intervention of Ty Pennington, his gang of “elves” and all the donating sponsors. Granted, donor companies get a tremendous amount of low-cost exposure, but that’s how the world spins today. On the third hand, maybe we truly are at the point of re-awakening the spirit of man helping man!
I spent 9 years with a ministry and food bank assisting a multitude of the poor, fire victims, homeless, abuse victims, drug/alcohol rehabs, physical/mental dependents, down-sized job loss, low income and anyone else needing help. There’s not enough space to say how easy it was to get sick or really upset at some of the conditions in which people barely exist. It can get to you, but you become as does the battlefield Medic who treats quickly to stop the bleeding, then moves on to the next of the oh so many wounded.
There’s a book in all of this, but for now, you just need to know that many outsiders could not/would not believe how much a small group could accomplish, but we had the records to bear witness. In many neighborhoods are small advocacy groups who sleep very little in the quest of helping others get at least some of what they need. Their budgets don’t allow for advertising, so you might have one on your street and not even be aware.
SO…what can YOU do? Your cupboard or pantry definitely has canned/boxed groceries that never got past the good intention of a new recipe. Included are items that you couldn’t pay the kids to eat. Donate them to the local food bank. Hunger goes beyond holidays! Dressers and closets teem with clothes worn once or never…some still tagged! There are utensils, duplicate dishes, pots and pans that will never cook tapioca on your stove. In the linen closet is a sheet, blanket, pillowcase or towel that will never get off the bottom of that pile. Walk around the house, garage and basement. Outside of holiday decorations, if you haven’t used it in a month, odds are you never will.
Open the phone book or go online to locate organizations that can re-use your serviceable offerings. Some will pick up. Ask for a tax deduction receipt. Donate clean goods, working appliances and unbroken furniture. If you belong to a church, tell them what you have available. Chances are, someone in the congregation or neighborhood needs it and not much gasoline will be used to transfer it. You can help and you’ll feel better for having done so. Also, it never hurts to say “hi” to a stranger, pass along a smile, give a hug and even volunteer. And, there you have it!

Sunday, March 2, 2008

I and Others Have Often Wondered.....

Why do we run from the rain, but not the snow?
Where would you buy furniture made from Holly Wood?
How can you tell if you're on the Teeter or the Totter end?

Was God mad at some people when he assigned laughs?
If 2 lines are parallel, is 1 line a lel?
Why can't you hear "ping" or "pong" when playing table tennis?
In sports, why isn't it called the "FAIR" line?

How many points are on a co-star?
After morning has broken, who's responsible for the repair?
How do you know when to wind up or wind down?
Is corporal punishment more severe than PFC punishment?
Does anyone play Frontgammon?

Do Australians call the rest of the world, Up Over?
Does "Killing Time" damage eternity?
Howse come Tarzan doesn't have a beard?
Why does day break and night fall?

Are substitute band leaders called semi-conductors?
Did Noah keep his bees in arc-hives?
Do Roman paramedics issue blood from a 4?
Have you ever imagined having no hypothetical situations?
If pushed for time, would a pilot be able to take a crash course?

Wouldn't you eventually get hungry on a non-stop flight?
Is it unlawful to run while carrying a Walkman?
If swimming is good exercise, why are seals fat?

Would you gain weight if you jog backwards?
When a Chinese dancer spins, does he get dis-oriented?
How do you decide between fat chance and slim chance?

How does the snowplow driver get to work?
If a cow laughed really hard, would a farmer spew out of her nose?
Wouldn't you oversleep if your alarm clock went off?
Why isn't palindrome spelled the same in reverse?

How could you forget to spell mnemonic?
Is there a penalty for listening to AM radio in the afternoon?
What do the Chinese call their expensive dinnerware?
What do you call a male ladybug?

Oh, Those ComMERcials!

Did someone misread a calendar? Several weeks ago, I heard a Mitsubishi commercial espousing the virtues of its 2009 model...yes...2009! Last evening, Toyota began talking about ITS units for 2009. Where are all the 2008-s?!? Speaking of Toyota, their slogan, "Ask someone you know who drives one" took me W-A-Y back to a similar ad for Studebaker-Packard urging the listener to, "Ask the man who OWNS one!" hmmm.

Thinking I'd never see it again, Mickey D regurged the man in a bowling shirt who finds it necessary to lean over the ship's bow to eat his fish sandwich, when a dolphin snatches it. Good Grief, Charley Green!

Great carry-over from Soooper Bowl Eks Ell Eye Eye is from Tide, overtalking a young man with stained shirt at a job interview. Can't you just see Chevy Chase doing that?

And...I forever love the sale, wherein the announcer proclaims, "Everything is priced to sell!" Does that mean some stores wish to KEEP their inventory?!?

I'm sure you'll think of many more, but this was to merely get your O-Neg on the flow.

What's In a Word...........?

If the world knew my name, it never would experience…
A weakened spirit
Covetousness or theft

If the world knew my name, it would never experience…
Infidelity or murder

If the world knew my name, it would never experience…
Wars or famine…

If the world knew my name, it would never experience…
Disease or drugs

If the world knew my name, it would never experience…
Locks, fences or gates

If the world knew my name, it would ALWAYS experience…
Honor

Who AM I?


My name is.....Truth

Email from The Big Guy In the Sky


Hi! Remember Me?

I gave you a world of beauty that you could enjoy

I gave you the land and the waters to use for food and shelter

I gave you commandments to use as your guide

I gave you a conscience as a reminder

I gave you each other that you could procreate and pass on all that you learned

I gave you richness of spirit for you to share with all

I gave you intellect that you would use to improve the lives of everyone

I gave you choices that you could make to become better

I asked for nothing other than that you teach what I have taught you

I wanted nothing other than that you pass along the love I have given you


NOW look at what you’ve done!!!