tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67978986825742356502024-02-19T01:15:12.963-05:00Forwards Worth ReadingEveryone with email gets forwards. Some are worth reading, some worth passing on. Whether it made me think, smile or laugh, these are the ones that caught my attention. Which ones caught yours?maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-74459634267000872362008-11-19T19:10:00.003-05:002008-11-19T19:12:04.845-05:00Keep it in Perspective<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>To: YOU <br/>Date: TODAY <br/>From: GOD <br/>Subject: YOURSELF <br/>Reference: LIFE <br/> <br/> This is God. Today I will be handling All of your problems for you. I do Not need your help. So, have a nice day. <br/> I love you. <br/> <br/> <br/> P.S. And, remember... <br/>If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours. <br/><br/>Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. <br/><br/>If you find yourself stuck in traffic, don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege. <br/> <br/>Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for years. <br/> <br/>Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. <br/> <br/>Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children. <br/> <br/>Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. <br/> <br/>Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine. <br/> <br/>Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity. <br/> <br/>Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them! <br/><br/>Now, you have a nice day...God <br/> <br/><br/></div>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-76431477797765322132008-02-03T17:14:00.000-05:002008-02-03T17:22:27.388-05:00When women lieOne day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "My dear child, why are you crying?" The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family. The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with sapphires. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAq7O0wP8yt_s4nOI8YTZh4RqaUZv_GFDWIYjfvTdVvoxPgWwIis8Jhz-NpNqVQy4YXa_kkTC5Dv5P2xrU8vb1jfITfpjvN0BhyphenhyphenJpJtb_GPrQWTjZzjT1U2EV73Wf_vVVfelRkF4AszSE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAq7O0wP8yt_s4nOI8YTZh4RqaUZv_GFDWIYjfvTdVvoxPgWwIis8Jhz-NpNqVQy4YXa_kkTC5Dv5P2xrU8vb1jfITfpjvN0BhyphenhyphenJpJtb_GPrQWTjZzjT1U2EV73Wf_vVVfelRkF4AszSE/s200/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162881249538938658" border="0" /></a>"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked The seamstress replied, "No."<br />The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a golden thimble studded with rubies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjEQq8sqsCjUArjthdtq_Ii1GLAj_UTuPRRBC8yF1GegdY0iGNjly-_bsFhzMfaENvS7ppQ6C0WJY8256Ut4EWCVm3zsvA06iagAdpVdHTxGUcmeaooqcMQsi2HzhVBVYN8JFssZkCuY/s1600-h/image002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjEQq8sqsCjUArjthdtq_Ii1GLAj_UTuPRRBC8yF1GegdY0iGNjly-_bsFhzMfaENvS7ppQ6C0WJY8256Ut4EWCVm3zsvA06iagAdpVdHTxGUcmeaooqcMQsi2HzhVBVYN8JFssZkCuY/s200/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162881447107434290" border="0" /></a>"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. Again, the seamstress replied, "No."<br />The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVm8J3CicWpVs9PkmN4PmwhFOdYmKV_IPs80gm-crWdm3KKWDbvAdmye9jNOM4pTbKKDXDjuq7k-PjTaPzhlGWBtUWicjWquqamZmd5-yRLanZBdCaqHBB9-d0DfaZce2CddHNDVWMkI/s1600-h/image003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVm8J3CicWpVs9PkmN4PmwhFOdYmKV_IPs80gm-crWdm3KKWDbvAdmye9jNOM4pTbKKDXDjuq7k-PjTaPzhlGWBtUWicjWquqamZmd5-yRLanZBdCaqHBB9-d0DfaZce2CddHNDVWMkI/s200/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162881610316191554" border="0" /></a><br />"Is this your thimble ?" the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, "Yes." The Lord was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.<br /><br />Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water. When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, "Why are you crying?" "Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!"<br />The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. "Is this your husband?" the Lord asked.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wcPaYqdFRJ-qjrHNrd2nKQMnvlNCo5_2UjAsuabOk2ahu4yOXk6E07DXZiYzbWFrkBBIciEvFxztb3Udj_7Iu9Vac0OFDFz-i7JpMGCvgeZI8pyU2JzS1jlhdrguGbCXgmxsFGtetQE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wcPaYqdFRJ-qjrHNrd2nKQMnvlNCo5_2UjAsuabOk2ahu4yOXk6E07DXZiYzbWFrkBBIciEvFxztb3Udj_7Iu9Vac0OFDFz-i7JpMGCvgeZI8pyU2JzS1jlhdrguGbCXgmxsFGtetQE/s200/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162881855129327442" border="0" /></a><br />"Yes," cried the seamstress. The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!" The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXr5mNzWXFwjj40rrwJH8KnCfqUx9B5XvtPbYrvK6bSYayTRxL8XYu1_hl8cCrh_8iiWZBKh1z4aD4oJyYZ76YnRazC0CZSgp2ttSVpvGuTkd0QZ4ySdP8OBMWCDbk3ea4jlmHj_8P94/s1600-h/image005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXr5mNzWXFwjj40rrwJH8KnCfqUx9B5XvtPbYrvK6bSYayTRxL8XYu1_hl8cCrh_8iiWZBKh1z4aD4oJyYZ76YnRazC0CZSgp2ttSVpvGuTkd0QZ4ySdP8OBMWCDbk3ea4jlmHj_8P94/s200/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162881855129327458" border="0" /></a><br />Then if I said 'no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I'm not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT'S why I said 'yes' to George Clooney.<br />And so the Lord let her keep him.<br />The moral of this story is:<br /><br />Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and honorable reason, and in the best interest of others. That's our story, and we're sticking to it.<br /><br />signed~<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">All Us Women</span></span>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-88128249536611467822008-02-03T17:11:00.000-05:002008-02-03T17:13:46.539-05:00Rest is important<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFO1PXXyDKmuVRKam1mc1ldtYR2VW4X1CbJLfP76SfvJb9N_cIKVMAPFN5v8hjKdcs03otk399PnX0ZSFfIRwFsHCMEGyKDTuDgpPqEE-QfCYSMvJIPAdTSWuD6lqU5mL7234fB1L5VQ/s1600-h/9EB0A63E-3CED-43C2-A88C-D810F2D7F0B8.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFO1PXXyDKmuVRKam1mc1ldtYR2VW4X1CbJLfP76SfvJb9N_cIKVMAPFN5v8hjKdcs03otk399PnX0ZSFfIRwFsHCMEGyKDTuDgpPqEE-QfCYSMvJIPAdTSWuD6lqU5mL7234fB1L5VQ/s200/9EB0A63E-3CED-43C2-A88C-D810F2D7F0B8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162880480739792658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">TIRED DOG<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner.<br /><br />An hour later, he went to the door & I let him out.<br /><br />The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks.<br /><br />Finally, my curiosity got to me and I pinned a note to his collar:<br />"Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."<br /><br />The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:<br />"He lives in a home with 10 children, He's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow??"maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-46629742441981085432008-02-03T16:59:00.000-05:002008-02-03T17:09:33.328-05:00Prioritize your problemsWe all get those heart-tugging emails at holiday time about Life Lessons. Well, the message below came across my computer at work via a listserver for college counselors. It's not a forward, technically, though I hope it will be....<br /><br />the message:<br />Last night as I got back in my car after working out at the gym, I checked my phone as I always do. On the screen it read, "PLEASE CALL" from my wife, Lisa. This was highly unusual to see a text from Lisa, as she has never once done so. My heart began to pound, and my hand started to shake, as I tried to find the talk button to call her.<br /><br />The phone rang 5 times and then the voice mail activated. After leaving the short message of "Call Me Now" on her phone I hung up, only knowing that something had happened to one of my children. As I sat in the parking lot of Ballys, I redialed the phone. After 4 rings Lisa answered with "Paul" to which I replied, "What is Wrong". That is when the words that no parent wants to hear came out, "Kenzie was in a wreck".<br /><br />Last night, my oldest daughter MacKenzie was in an accident, without going in to the long details I will tell you this...<br /><br />As she went, what appears to be under the semi, it's tire must have drove up on the back bumper, on her side of the vehicle, which shattered the rear window. The rubber marks on the rear quarter panel show that the truck then must have slide back down forcing her car to shoot back out. She then spun counter clock wise hitting a guard rail, then coming to a rest.<br /><br />As I sat looking at the car last night, with MacKenzie standing next to me, un-hurt, it dawned on me, that my little girl, could have very well been taken away from us last night. In less time than it takes to say, I love you, she could have been literally been run over, and crushed by the truck, and life would have forever changed.<br /><br />MacKenzie, apologized to me last night for "Wrecking" a car...My reaction,<br />"I Love You". I then simply asked her to try and remember this, "Prioritize your problems. A wrecked car is not a problem at all, it is an inconvenience, at best.<br /><br />Why am I sending this to you this morning... I have no clue, other than to say...<br /><br />Every day, we sit in our offices, we work hard, we have meetings, we live in chaos. Every day, is how can we sell more of this, or do more of that. Then we rush out once a year to buy presents for our kids, friends, co workers, and for people we do not even know, thinking that this exchange of products somehow makes a difference in people's lives, and sometimes it may.<br /><br />I for one have allowed many things to take my focus off of what is important, and what is not, this year. I have ignored people I shouldn't, and I have allowed things to bother me that just are not worth the bother. I have forgotten what is important, and allowed my stubbornness, and pride to take control of my life at times.<br /><br />Every year I try to sit back and reflect what the past 12 months have allowed me to accomplish, and this year I must say, I felt I have accomplished very little, until last night. Last night showed me that no matter what is parked in my garage, or what my garage is attached to, the true gift is who, not what, is in the house.<br /><br />I appreciate those of you on this list very much, and I just wanted you to know that.<br />Have a happy Holiday, I know I will!<br />Paul Jones<br />ACCA-l<br />12.07maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-35897325207177306192008-02-03T16:47:00.000-05:002008-02-03T16:56:51.594-05:00Oh, the effect they have<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">This originally came to me with the heading that only women of a certain age would appreciate this. I disagree. I think only a certain age would empathize, but all could sympathize. We all have our Paul Newman's, Robert Redford's, Clark Gables, etc, etc, etc...<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKzJ_BwV8pNoAN1YDBSCmyt_IsDEYXnCKI2dKLXZCp4kkRpyrsqTbEiqTv6l_n0XhKqnkiBi3WJxwdDf_vKRIyhQ_0iEjzHL7G4FhiPOy_nfihDohiS3vJ_L6M8AqGsdhFbuxzzOBgvs/s1600-h/Forwomen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKzJ_BwV8pNoAN1YDBSCmyt_IsDEYXnCKI2dKLXZCp4kkRpyrsqTbEiqTv6l_n0XhKqnkiBi3WJxwdDf_vKRIyhQ_0iEjzHL7G4FhiPOy_nfihDohiS3vJ_L6M8AqGsdhFbuxzzOBgvs/s200/Forwomen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162874132778129154" border="0" /></a> Paul Newman<br /></div><br /><br />Only women of a certain era will fully appreciate this true story. (if you don't understand this, tell your mother, she'll get it)<br /><br />A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small new England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited.<br /><br />One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone.<br /><br />She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.<br /><br />There was only one other patron in the store.<br />Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.<br /><br />The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes.<br /><br />The actor nodded graciously and the star struck woman smiled demurely.<br /><br />Pull yourself together! She chides herself. You're a happily married woman with three children, you're forty-five years old, not a teenager!<br /><br />The clerk filled her order and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction.<br /><br />When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty.<br />Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone was in sight.<br /><br />With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman.<br />His face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and he said to the woman,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"You put it in your purse."maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-49043907694904036632008-02-03T15:23:00.000-05:002008-02-03T15:27:29.867-05:00Find peace in yourself... or else.45 year old woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital. While on the operating table she had a near death experience.<br /><br />Seeing God she asked "Is my time up?"<br /><br />God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live."<br /><br />Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair color and brighten her teeth!<br /><br />Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it.<br /><br />After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way home, she was killed by an ambulance.<br /><br />Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 43 years? Why didn't you pull me from out of the path of the a ambulance?"<br /><br /><br /><br /> God replied:<br /><br />"I didn't recognize you."maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-59926133630490720052008-02-03T15:20:00.000-05:002008-02-03T15:22:07.805-05:00Every Breath Truly is a Gift from God<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><b><i><u><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> 'I Hope You Dance...</span></span></u><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> '</span></span></i></b></span></p> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><p> <span style="font-size:85%;"> <img src="http://www.libertyhigh56.net/special%20pages/CoupleJitterbugging.gif" border="0" height="134" width="149" /></span></p> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><i><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend. </span></span></i> </span></p> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;"> <i><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> *The last line says it all. *<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> Dear Bertha,<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> </span></span></i><span class="grame"><i> <span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> garden</span></span></i></span><i><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;">. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> I'm guessing; I'll never know.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. <span class="grame">Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them.</span> I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><u><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="background: lime none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"> Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.</span></span></u><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span></i><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <spa! style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';" n=""><span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-style: italic;"> If you received this, it is because someone cares for you. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it takes right now to forward this, would it be the first time you didn't do the little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? I can tell you it certainly won't be the last.<br /> </span></spa!></span><i><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them.<br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> "People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><h1 align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b><i><u> <span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"> <span style="font-size: 24pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"> Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance</span></span></u></i></b></span></h1>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-40384526367141044302007-07-01T22:07:00.001-05:002007-07-01T22:08:25.427-05:00Mom said not to open the door<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGrRcHYSEZ3AaXYCuHtdcW5p0pUtFQ4qST1Fq6pOIqMLiro38_IlaEaDvJJH4Gk7fVwZT74AeEeGPwQQ-iUlm6674i0EClEzVI4hR_4tM7Lh591JVkecAxgNKdQb1u7AvKx2YNVBvjGs/s1600-h/nanaanananaa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGrRcHYSEZ3AaXYCuHtdcW5p0pUtFQ4qST1Fq6pOIqMLiro38_IlaEaDvJJH4Gk7fVwZT74AeEeGPwQQ-iUlm6674i0EClEzVI4hR_4tM7Lh591JVkecAxgNKdQb1u7AvKx2YNVBvjGs/s400/nanaanananaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082430952921751826" border="0" /></a>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-178691273952547902007-07-01T22:04:00.000-05:002007-07-01T22:06:58.645-05:00The Curious Mouse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7CH91p3DqNhWQxynlgldQeBv5t_npnHI5n8dgDOKZKDFPInOM-DcZWzBEdTUB_UtGUIw9IFWw43gspKXZX7tt71wStSG4XtS8laHk1hHKtQO9_wzqURWaA4UWIbqv_mFxuWDPdFbZLU/s1600-h/mickey3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDhi1oUBcO1eJ-VnTiZg8kz2_PtP3RVVo7Xg0rKf4Zwfe9cedfXpmY1QNmSAnGanWXs5Zp6TvB2WMa2coYDoTrCEbIclJdbA_NK0aub6mEd4et-UjfzYj3UrWV4GV1St_w0LlFW22gCE/s200/mickey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082430583554564354" border="0" /></a><br />according to the email, Mickey here was safely rescued.maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-57574633134912603752007-07-01T21:04:00.000-05:002007-07-01T21:11:19.172-05:00What Love is About<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I was once stuck in a drive through while a couple made their way to their car. Slowly shuffling, she with a cane and he with a walker... I only hoped that someday I would be as lucky.<br /><br />the forward:<br /> Subject: This is What Love is All About<br /> <br /> About 8:30 an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.<br /><br /> I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.<br /><br /> On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.<br /><br /> While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.<br /><br /> I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.<br /> <br /> He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.<br /><br /> I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"<br /><br /> He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."<br /><br /> I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."<br /><br /> True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.<br /></span>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-59744765238020480692007-07-01T21:01:00.000-05:002007-07-01T21:03:42.377-05:00Dance Slow<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Dance Slow<br /><br />Have you ever watched kids<br />On a merry-go-round?<br />Or listened to the rain<br />Slapping on the ground?<br />Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?<br /> <br />Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?<br />You better slow down.<br />Don't dance so fast.<br />Time is short.<br />The music won't last.<br />Do you run through each day<br />On the fly?<br />When you ask How are you?<br />Do you hear the reply?<br />When the day is done<br />Do you lie in your bed<br />With the next hundred chores<br />Running through your head?<br />You'd better slow down<br />Don't dance so fast.<br />Time is short.<br />The music won't last.<br />Ever told your child,<br />We'll do it tomorrow?<br />And in your haste,<br />Not see his sorrow?<br />Ever lost touch,<br />Let a good friendship die<br />Cause you never had time<br />To call and say,"Hi"<br />You'd better slow down.<br />Don't dance so fast.<br />Time is short.<br />The music won't last.<br />When you run so fast to get somewhere<br />You miss half the fun of getting there<br />When you worry and hurry through your day,<br />It is like an unopened gift....<br />Thrown away.<br />Life is not a race.<br />Do take it slower<br />Hear the music<br />Before the song is over.<br /><br /></span>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-87239164497856799022007-07-01T20:53:00.000-05:002007-07-01T21:00:13.377-05:00OK, so I'm a sucker for all things Cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5j2FIDE8nNGEF8pPrTU2XNvOMs_TkXkr6TPfy763BVoQXD69JnQVGmFPCWiq9ay96U5wpk4pxH1ycawCJdMWZMNGAPxWPVt9nKRzWB0FlAUlhOEp1tSbcQ29TQk7G8lCo8rjG59Asgw4/s1600-h/ATTB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9v5MXZZABKRm_t-vipJf2jmsTXPDkY_0bUmzkZ7kFgHqgyt1nEhGFHlDt-bLbKNCYffqIuCyQJpoW32VCbE8PG1Qzum3Zf-sKv8DlTd8BUcBSDac8eL0nipd2E1HUyhX5rlvR8R0Wdo/s320/ATT5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082412360008327218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngjPAOC01jrIrsxaYEj0YJ6_tddDr43xIZ3VVwoRWeZRx3WBHuYE5AH349nQPFh9ErbQNaTXBB_hOyvcl6YZU9KOXDijMwoL_J3TGot4TNucYMh0rggrPVvj4YenXz0IkmsE51OoIr0c/s1600-h/ATT6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngjPAOC01jrIrsxaYEj0YJ6_tddDr43xIZ3VVwoRWeZRx3WBHuYE5AH349nQPFh9ErbQNaTXBB_hOyvcl6YZU9KOXDijMwoL_J3TGot4TNucYMh0rggrPVvj4YenXz0IkmsE51OoIr0c/s320/ATT6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082412360008327234" border="0" /></a>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-70491899962440828032007-07-01T20:46:00.001-05:002007-07-01T20:50:57.888-05:00more about women and friendship<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpawe7dYFgS9XeIsnr-a2wDLcFiZURqe2hYCSXN4FPPrxF2VRVbd7lZQaXGLg50t2CtHBSoHSqWjk4r3pmlEpzd1BdSIjGDv58gIex6KbCc6_rj-u5_7nWsd-0fTZSzieAfv45wrValY/s1600-h/girlsatwave.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpawe7dYFgS9XeIsnr-a2wDLcFiZURqe2hYCSXN4FPPrxF2VRVbd7lZQaXGLg50t2CtHBSoHSqWjk4r3pmlEpzd1BdSIjGDv58gIex6KbCc6_rj-u5_7nWsd-0fTZSzieAfv45wrValY/s320/girlsatwave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410195344809970" border="0" /></a>What's so poignant about this picture?<br /><br />Well, it shows a line of little girls holding hands facing the immensity of ocean waves.<br /><br />Alone they might be washed away, but together they stand strong.<br /><br />Thank you each, my friends, for holding my hand somewhere along the way when I was facing a wave of my own.<br /><br />I hope you will reach for my hand when your own wave threatens.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All of us girls..<br />Old and young...<br />Near and far...<br />Hold special memories of good times we've shared.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We've had our share of hard times when our friends were there to make us feel better. <br />We've shared...<br />our hearts<br />our time!<br />our secrets <br />our fears<br />our hopes <br />and our dreams.<br />Let us never break the chain of friends!<br /></div>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-63688225884294222182007-07-01T20:33:00.000-05:002007-07-01T20:40:15.739-05:00The Wooden Bowl<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Wooden Bowl<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">For your sake, I hope you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.<br /><br />A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.<br /><br />But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.<br /><br />The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."<br /><br />So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.<br /><br />When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.<br /><br />The four-year-old watched it all in silence.<br /><br />One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"<br /><br />Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work .<br /><br />The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.<br /><br />That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.<br /><br /></span>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-24500784159951117002007-07-01T20:25:00.000-05:002007-07-01T20:30:48.430-05:00Think Before You Argue with a Woman<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One morning, the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.<br /><br />Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, and reads her book.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?')</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left. </span>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-3919156474837415442007-05-03T22:50:00.000-05:002007-05-03T22:51:47.171-05:00Notice of Revocation of Independence<h3 class="storytitle" id="post-862">In honor of the visit of the Queen...</h3><h3 class="storytitle" id="post-862"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Maimun</span><br /></h3><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;" class="storytitle" id="post-862">Notice of Revocation of Independence<br /><a href="http://jhorna.wordpress.com/2007/01/14/petition-to-revoke-the-independence-of-the-united-states/" rel="bookmark"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a></h3> <div class="storycontent"><div class="snap_preview"> <p>To the citizens of the United States of America:<br />in the light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today.<br /></p> <p>Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories. Except Utah, which she does not fancy.<br /></p> <p>Your new Prime Minister (The Right Honourable Tony Blair MP, for the 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world outside your borders) will appoint a Minister for America without the need for further elections. The House of Representatives and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed. To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:</p> <p>1. You should look up “revocation” in the Oxford English Dictionary. Then look up “aluminium.” Check the pronunciation guide. You will be amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it. The letter ‘U’ will be reinstated in words such as ‘favour’ and ‘neighbour’; skipping the letter ‘U’ is nothing more than laziness on your part. Likewise, you will learn to spell ‘doughnut’ without skipping half the letters. You will end your love affair with the letter ‘Z’ (pronounced ‘zed’ not ‘zee’) and the suffix “ize” will be replaced by the suffix “ise.” You will learn that the suffix ‘burgh’ is pronounced ‘burra’ e.g. Edinburgh. You are welcome to re-spell Pittsburgh as ‘Pittsberg’ if you can’t cope with correct pronunciation. Generally, you should raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. Look up “vocabulary.” Using the same thirty seven words interspersed with filler noises such as “uhh”, “like”, and “you know” is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. Look up “interspersed.” There will be no more ‘bleeps’ in the Jerry Springer show. If you’re not old enough to cope with bad language then you shouldn’t have chat shows. When you learn to develop your vocabulary, then you won’t have to use bad language as often.</p> <p>2. There is no such thing as “US English.” We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take account of the reinstated letter ‘u’ and the elimination of “-ize.”</p> <p>3. You should learn to distinguish the English and Australian accents. It really isn’t that hard. English accents are not limited to cockney, upper-class twit or Mancunian (Daphne in Frasier). You will also have to learn how to understand regional accents — Scottish dramas such as “Taggart” will no longer be broadcast with subtitles. While we’re talking about regions, you must learn that there is no such place as Devonshire in England. The name of the county is “Devon.” If you persist in calling it Devonshire, all American States will become “shires” e.g. Texasshire, Floridashire, Louisianashire.</p> <p>4. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as the good guys. Hollywood will be required to cast English actors to play English characters. British sit-coms such as “Men Behaving Badly” or “Red Dwarf” will not be re-cast and watered down for a wishy-washy American audience who can’t cope with the humour of occasional political incorrectness. Popular British films such as the Italian Job and the Wicker Man should never be remade.</p> <p>5. You should relearn your original national anthem, “God Save The Queen”, but only after fully carrying out task 1. We would not want you to get confused and give up half way through.</p> <p>6. You should stop playing American “football.” There are other types of football such as Rugby, Aussie Rules & Gaelic football. However proper football - which will no longer be known as soccer, is the best known, most loved and most popular. What you refer to as American “football” is not a very good game. The 2.15% of you who are aware that there is a world outside your borders may have noticed that no one else plays “American” football. You will no longer be allowed to play it, and should instead play proper football. Initially, it would be best if you played with the girls. It is a difficult game. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which is similar to American “football”, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like nancies). We are hoping to get together at least a US Rugby sevens side by 2008. You should stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the ‘World Series’ for a game which is not played outside of North America. Since only 2.15% of you are aware that there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. Instead of baseball, you will be allowed to play a girls’ game called “rounders,” which is baseball without fancy team strip, oversized gloves, collector cards or hotdogs.</p> <p>7. You will no longer be allowed to own or carry guns. You will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous in public than a vegetable peeler. Because we don’t believe you are sensible enough to handle potentially dangerous items, you will require a permit if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.</p> <p>8. The 4th of July is no longer a public holiday. The 2nd of November will be a new national holiday, but only in Britain. It will be called “Indecisive Day.”</p> <p>9. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap, and it is for your own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean. All road intersections will be replaced with roundabouts. You will start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.</p> <p>10. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call ‘French fries’ are not real chips. Fries aren’t even French, they are Belgian though 97.85% of you (including the guy who discovered fries while in Europe) are not aware of a country called Belgium. Those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called “crisps.” Real chips are thick cut and fried in animal fat. The traditional accompaniment to chips is beer which should be served warm and flat. Waitresses will be trained to be more aggressive with customers.</p> <p>11. As a sign of penance 5 grams of sea salt per cup will be added to all tea made within the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, this quantity to be doubled for tea made within the city of Boston itself.</p> <p>12. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling “beer” is not actually beer at all, it is lager . From November 1st only proper British Bitter will be referred to as “beer,” and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as “Lager.” The substances formerly known as “American Beer” will henceforth be referred to as “Near-Frozen Gnat’s Urine,” with the exception of the product of the American Budweiser company whose product will be referred to as “Weak Near-Frozen Gnat’s Urine.” This will allow true Budweiser (as manufactured for the last 1000 years in the Czech Republic) to be sold without risk of confusion.</p> <p>13. From the 10th of November the UK will harmonise petrol (or “gasoline,” as you will be permitted to keep calling it until the 1st of April) prices with the former USA. The UK will harmonise its prices to those of the former USA and the Former USA will, in return, adopt UK petrol prices (roughly $6/US gallon — get used to it).</p> <p>14. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you’re not adult enough to be independent. Guns should only be handled by adults. If you’re not adult enough to sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you’re not grown up enough to handle a gun.</p> <p>15. Please tell us who killed JFK. It’s been driving us crazy.</p> <p>16. Tax collectors from Her Majesty’s Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all revenues due (backdated to 1776).</p> <p>Thank you for your co-operation.</p> </div></div>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-81102890932870683032007-04-25T22:04:00.000-05:002007-04-25T22:12:16.478-05:00sadly shaking my headI can't even comment on these.<br />Maimun<br /><br />"The vast majority of our imports come from outside the country. "<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one word is 'to be prepared'. "<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future."<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"The future will be better tomorrow. " George W. Bush<br /><br />"We're going to have the best educated American people in the world. "<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"I stand by all the misstatements that I've made."<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"We have a firm commitment to NATO, we are a part of NATO. We have a firm commitment to Europe We are a part of Europe."<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"Public speaking is very easy."<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls." <br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur. "<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"For NASA, space is still a high priority."<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />" Quite frankly, teachers are the only profession that teach our children."<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />" It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it. "<br />- George W. Bush<br /><br />"It's time for the human race to enter the solar system."<br />- George W. Bushmaimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-56198074757032882462007-04-25T22:02:00.000-05:002007-04-25T22:03:55.677-05:00Bush<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlr-8KbUHdt3UucnDkPOnwxmYgG7YzHK_KRHGDpLw4JL-bGWYvAQUPwZRiSEHZGrKFlZI-yFvJBLmZbTSZDLTBarRGIENudSWbhHtBpimCvRri1PcslEVilIg4b15pyqB9WukcolNAg4/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlr-8KbUHdt3UucnDkPOnwxmYgG7YzHK_KRHGDpLw4JL-bGWYvAQUPwZRiSEHZGrKFlZI-yFvJBLmZbTSZDLTBarRGIENudSWbhHtBpimCvRri1PcslEVilIg4b15pyqB9WukcolNAg4/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057567089709980194" border="0" /></a>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-88199567068752345802007-04-25T21:55:00.000-05:002007-04-25T22:02:15.618-05:00Red vs Blue<div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe things are changing. We did take back te House. But still.<br />Maimun<br /><br /><br />Dear Red States<br /><br /> We're ticked off at the way you've treated California, and we've decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking the other Blue States with us.<br /><br /> In case you aren't aware, that includes Hawaii, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and all the Northeast. We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, and especially to the people of the new country of New California.<br /><br /> To sum up briefly: You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states. We get stem cell research and the best beaches.<br /> <br /> We get Elliot Spitzer. You get Ken Lay.<br /><br /> We get the Statue of Liberty. You get OpryLand.<br /> <br /> We get Intel and Microsoft. You get WorldCom.<br /> <br /> We get Harvard. You get Ole' Miss.<br /><br /> We get 85 percent of America's venture capital and entrepreneurs. You get Alabama. We get two-thirds of the tax revenue, you get to make the red states pay their fair share.<br /><br /> Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22 percent lower than the Christian Coalition's, we get a bunch of happy families. You get a bunch of single moms.<br /><br /> Please be aware that Nuevo California will be pro-choice and anti-war, and we're going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If you need people to fight, ask your evangelicals. They have kids they're apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose, and they don't care if you don't show pictures of their children's caskets coming home. We do wish you success in Iraq, and hope that the WMDs turn up, but we're not willing to spend our resources in Bush's Quagmire.<br /><br /> With the Blue States in hand, we will have firm control of 80 percent of the country's fresh water, more than 90 percent of the pineapple and lettuce, 92 percent of the nation's fresh fruit, 95 percent of America's quality wines (you can serve French wines at state dinners) 90 percent of all cheese, 90 percent of the high tech industry, most of the U.S. low-sulfur coal, all living redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the Ivy and Seven Sister schools, plus Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Cal Tech and MIT.<br /><br /> With the Red States, on the other hand, you will have to cope with 88 percent of all obese Americans (and their projected health care costs), 92 percent of all US. mosquitoes, nearly 100 percent of the tornadoes, 90 percent of the hurricanes, 99 percent of all Southern Baptists, virtually 100 percent of all televangelists, Rush Limbaugh, Bob Jones University, Clemson and the University of Georgia.<br /><br /> We get Hollywood and Yosemite, thank you.<br /><br /> Additionally, 38 percent of those in the Red states believe Jonah was actually swallowed by a whale, 62 percent believe life is sacred unless we're discussing the death penalty or gun laws, 44 percent say that evolution is only a theory, 53 percent that Saddam was involved in 9/11 and 61 percent of you crazy bastards believe you are people with higher morals then we lefties.<br /><br /> By the way, we're taking the good pot, too.<br /><br /> You can have that dirt weed they grow in Mexico.<br /></div>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-72872975890200199922007-04-25T21:54:00.000-05:002007-04-25T21:55:04.144-05:00Rules to Live ByMakes sense to me,<br />Maimun<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Pets,<br /><br />The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.<br /><br />The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a race track. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.<br /><br />I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am so very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep it is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out<br />and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm!<br /><br />For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom! If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine/meow, try to turn the knob or get you paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years; canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.<br /><br />The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!<br />To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our<br />front door:<br /><br />Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:<br />1.) They live here. You don't.<br />2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture<br />(That's why it's called "fur"niture).<br />3. I like my pets a lot better than most people.<br />4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who<br />is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly. Dogs and cats are better than kids . . . they eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for college, they love you no matter what -- and if they get pregnant, you can sell the children.maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-39313447046145473072007-04-25T21:44:00.000-05:002007-04-25T21:53:15.601-05:00NOOO...my cat's a good boy... he doesn't do. OH!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZXfFn7lXYJpHegBcCbYMCfFB9kAufEtNtDs38mzw_4LabloCeo0sgl-BBNUtwUHevFLoa_I9UpnIaQn8lGi_tIygMTUNTvbek5oET6MKkYFqCFbBjoFFLo4NGDETZI9N__Uvz4hzg84/s1600-h/image010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZXfFn7lXYJpHegBcCbYMCfFB9kAufEtNtDs38mzw_4LabloCeo0sgl-BBNUtwUHevFLoa_I9UpnIaQn8lGi_tIygMTUNTvbek5oET6MKkYFqCFbBjoFFLo4NGDETZI9N__Uvz4hzg84/s320/image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057564370995681794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-8kAYhsLzcH7b3tb0EGGKChMKVgECq3yMqf6_17yGPS9CfN5pLTTNR_PqH9yCPdqyxt6On_ZPHQSmeDVtKQwmn1DWvskaVPIJHeaTjrS28lE2yIrZJFrvFo5k1F5xxbqmDZljItY_Vc/s1600-h/image012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjru4uFv1vqWP6rLhSZ0QeWyJn-kb1Fl-e8JjA7f00cP6ucgxhdQIY2srzurl3KLssa2s-zx35nt7x9alKVJ-SI6BP0ZksD9IqXCXp2gCucGyTtLn1RkqbMr0EVRyJQVU9SJiwtj_VLYt4/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057564220671826402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfdM0j6d4HSKbYOLtEpi4cSdmogjvHoKu3frZG-sM4F6t7KUCRQBZLuHoc3H5rnD-ZJZEB4rSncKqxbMQQg9b1-Fyw4pKBgBnBHkL4zblWYuTgg0fkFPl5j6rovTLwlI4_f7P2LHl1qM/s1600-h/image008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfdM0j6d4HSKbYOLtEpi4cSdmogjvHoKu3frZG-sM4F6t7KUCRQBZLuHoc3H5rnD-ZJZEB4rSncKqxbMQQg9b1-Fyw4pKBgBnBHkL4zblWYuTgg0fkFPl5j6rovTLwlI4_f7P2LHl1qM/s320/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057564224966793714" border="0" /></a><br />No, Seriously... my cat's not in a single one of these pictures!<br />Maimunmaimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-47416055901144062332007-04-25T21:37:00.000-05:002007-04-25T21:43:21.327-05:00Health issues to considerhhhmmmmm... makes you think. Keep in mind that i'm not a Doctor nor do I play one on TV.<br />Maimun<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">HEALTH QUESTION & ANSWER SESSION</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Q. I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?<br />A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?<br />A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?<br />A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?<br />A: Well, if you have a body and you have body fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?<br />A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?<br />A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!. Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?<br />A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: Is chocolate bad for me?<br />A: Are you crazy? HELLO ...... Cocoa beans ... another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: Is swimming good for your figure?<br />A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?<br />A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!<br /><br /><br /> Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets and remember,<br /><br />"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - strawberries in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming .......<br /><br /> WOO HOO! What a Ride!"<br /></div>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-48027188325292054402007-04-25T21:33:00.000-05:002007-04-25T21:36:52.087-05:00Parenting the Millenium WaySadly, this would apply to College as well as High School<br />Maimun<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">High School Answering Machine </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> Pacific Palisades High School answering machine message. This was the actual answering machine message for the Pacific Palisades High School in California . The school and its teachers were being sued by parents who wanted their children's failing grades changed to passing grades, even though those children were absent from school 15-30 times during the semester and did not complete enough school work to pass their classes. This was voted unanimously by the office staff as the answering machine message for the school:<br /></div><br />"Hello! You have reached the automated answering service of Pacific Palisades High School . In order to assist you in connecting to the right staff member, please listen to all of your options before making a selection:<br /><br />To lie about why your child is absent -- Press 1<br /><br />To make excuses for why your child did not do his or her work - Press 2<br /><br />To complain about what we do -- Press 3<br /><br />To swear at staff members --Press 4<br /><br />To ask why you didn't get information that was in your newsletter and several flyers that were mailed to you -- Press 5<br /><br />If you want us to raise your child -- Press 6<br /><br />If you want to reach out and touch, slap or hit someone -- Press 7<br /><br />To request another teacher for the third time this year -- Press 8<br /><br />To complain about bus transportation-- Press 9<br /><br />To complain about school lunches -- Press 0<br /><br />If you realize this is the real world and your child must be accountable and responsible for his or her own behavior, class work, homework, and that it's not the teacher's fault for your child's lack of effort, hang up and have a nice day!"maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-89269360281494057322007-04-08T15:04:00.000-05:002007-04-08T15:10:21.945-05:00Live a Life that Matters<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">There's a poem <a href="http://susie1114.com/LiveALife.html">here</a> about living a life that matters. The author is Michael Josephson. </span>I looked at the referred site, but didn't find the link easily enough.</span><br />Maimunmaimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797898682574235650.post-28743357516656449262007-04-08T14:57:00.000-05:002007-04-08T14:59:49.878-05:00lessons learned from time<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.frontiernet.net/%7Ejimdandy/specials/life/life.htm">As I've matured...</a>maimunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595451862560044914noreply@blogger.com0