Just up the road a bit is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing.
Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.
If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her halter is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is so he can follow her.
As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray. When
she returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, she stops occasionally and looks back, making sure her friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owner of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others see.
Good friends are like this .........You don't always see them, but you always know where they are.
Please listen for my bell......and I'll listen for yours.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The Quiet, Fiery Sermon
A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the preacher decided to visit him.
It was a chilly evening. The preacher found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his preacher's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.
The preacher made himself at home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the preacher took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone then he sat back in his chair, still silent.
The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember's' flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead.
Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The preacher glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.
As the preacher reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, "Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday."
We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the best sermons are the ones left unspoken.
It was a chilly evening. The preacher found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his preacher's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.
The preacher made himself at home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the preacher took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone then he sat back in his chair, still silent.
The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember's' flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead.
Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The preacher glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.
As the preacher reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, "Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday."
We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the best sermons are the ones left unspoken.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Stopping Time in Grand Central Station
This is, like, one of the greatest pranks ever! Imagine walking into Grand Central Station and finding out that time has stopped! Well, these people did and check out their expressions!
Grand Central Station Prank
Grand Central Station Prank
Monday, February 18, 2008
Bill Gaither & His Homecoming Friends
Every year my friend Diann and I travel to Dallas/Fort Worth for the annual Bill Gaither & Homecoming Friends Concert weekend. We have been going for the past 10 years and we always have a wonderful time! We get to stay in a fancy hotel and just enjoy the weekend. My family makes fun of me every year - my sister called it the Hallelujah Hoe-Down last year. This year it's the Holy Hootenanny. I'm not sure how you can turn your nose up at Southern Gospel music, but it's a wonderful time, and as soon as this weekend is over, we'll start planning for next year's Gaither Homecoming weekend!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
The Other Sherree
Once upon a time my Aunt and my Brother-in-Law began sending emails to me that they then accused me of not responding to. Being severely ADD, I couldn't even argue with them because, heck, I can't remember what I've read today!
This went on for some time, until, one day the real recipient of these emails responded to both of them....I'm really enjoy these emails....who are you people????
Once the mystery was solved, my Aunt contacted me and told me this story and we had a good laugh about it. She then said, "You should contact her!" So, I did and that was two years ago!
Meet "the other Sherree!!" Yep, there's two Sherree's who both spell their name the same way. The other Sherree lives in Ruston, LA and I met her for the first time yesterday. Was on my way to Marshall, Texas and made a stop in Ruston (That will be funny to those who know the geography of that area). We both look very serious in this picture....it was hard to smile when Sherree's volunteer fire department pager went off...very loud and very insistant! But we really were having a good time together!
Here are some things I know about the other Sherree. The other Sherree is very funny and makes me laugh all the time! The other Sherree has been through some really tough times with me and has always stood steadfast...all 5 feet of her. The other Sherree is a believer like me. The other Sherree just became a grandma! The other Sherree has quite the testimony and evidence of God's presence in her life. The other Sherree is a volunteer fireman along with her husband. The other Sherree is a blessing in my life!
I asked her how her family refers to me and she said, you guessed it, as "the other Sherree!"
This went on for some time, until, one day the real recipient of these emails responded to both of them....I'm really enjoy these emails....who are you people????
Once the mystery was solved, my Aunt contacted me and told me this story and we had a good laugh about it. She then said, "You should contact her!" So, I did and that was two years ago!
Meet "the other Sherree!!" Yep, there's two Sherree's who both spell their name the same way. The other Sherree lives in Ruston, LA and I met her for the first time yesterday. Was on my way to Marshall, Texas and made a stop in Ruston (That will be funny to those who know the geography of that area). We both look very serious in this picture....it was hard to smile when Sherree's volunteer fire department pager went off...very loud and very insistant! But we really were having a good time together!
Here are some things I know about the other Sherree. The other Sherree is very funny and makes me laugh all the time! The other Sherree has been through some really tough times with me and has always stood steadfast...all 5 feet of her. The other Sherree is a believer like me. The other Sherree just became a grandma! The other Sherree has quite the testimony and evidence of God's presence in her life. The other Sherree is a volunteer fireman along with her husband. The other Sherree is a blessing in my life!
I asked her how her family refers to me and she said, you guessed it, as "the other Sherree!"
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
Happy Birthday, Lacey!
This is my niece, Lacey - isn't she beautiful? She's also very smart, is a loving wife to great hubby, Joe, and is a great mom to two beautiful boys, Keaton and Jayden!
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Friday, February 15, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
God's Glory in Rainbows
Just had to tell you about the rainbow I saw on the way home from work today. I took picures but they didn't come out very well...I was too excited I guess! I thank God for my rainbow today. I know it was mine because before I could get back in the car after I snapped the last picture, it was gone. It didn't fade away.....it was just gone. I'm not saying that others did not enjoy it....I certainly don't mind sharing, but I know it was my Daddy God connecting with me today. I think I'm God's biggest fan in His artistry....I tell Him constantly that He is my very favorite Artist. I don't really see many of his sunrises as I'm not really a morning person, but MAN, I LOVE His sunsets! Sometimes, I just stare (which is usually not a good idea while I'm driving....) And, sometimes, His Glory is displayed so loudly and beautifully, I wonder how everyone cannot hear Him. The Bible reminds me in Psalm 19:
The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make Him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,and their words to all the world.My favorite sunsets are the ones where He picks up 4 or 5 paintbrushes at once, all soaked in different colors and justs slings paint all across the sky. Wow, it is so beautiful! Pinks, purples, blues, grays, yellows, reds....just so many colors. If you have not really checked out God's artwork in His sunsets, take the time to look. He is showing off just to get your attention. He sure has mine.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Damon Scott & His Monkey, Bubbles
This is from the show "Brittain's Got Talent" and this guy is just heeeeeeelarious! And, yes, he definitely has talent - enjoy!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Hey, Are Those Freckles On Your Nose?
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You know, there really are no words for this........ makes your eyes water, don't it? I know the Bible tells us to take the plank out of our eye, but I'm not familiar with the scripture that tells us to take the fork out of our noses! |
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Game Night With My Peeps
Last night I taught the kids to play "Sweat" which is played with Dominos. You want to get rid of your dominos first, but if you can't play, you must pass which is not a happy thing! The object of this game is to get the lowest score. It's a very addicting game and we played Sweat for 6 straight hours....we were all slap happy by the end, but it was a blast!
Friday, February 8, 2008
My Request For 2008
To all my friends who in 2007 sent me best "wishes", chain letters, "angel" letters or other promises of good luck if I forwarded something to 15 friends (because if I didn't forward, I clearly did not love Jesus) - NONE OF THEM WORKED!
For 2008, would you please just send money, chocolate, Starbucks gift certificates or gasoline vouchers? Thank you!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Men's Survival Guide to the Woman's Lingo
1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
3. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
5. Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)
6. That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome.
8. Whatever: Is a women's way of saying "You are too stupid to live and your presence in this conversation is pointless."
9. Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "What's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to #3.
2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
3. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
5. Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)
6. That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome.
8. Whatever: Is a women's way of saying "You are too stupid to live and your presence in this conversation is pointless."
9. Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "What's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to #3.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
HEMA Dutch Department Store
HEMA is a Dutch department store. The first store opened on November 4, 1926, in Amsterdam. Now there are 150 stores all over the Netherlands. HEMA also has stores in Belgium, Luxemburg and Germany. In June of this year, HEMA was sold to British investment company Lion Capital.
Take a look at HEMA's product page. You can't order anything and it's in Dutch but just wait a couple of seconds and watch what happens. Don't worry, nothing will pop up and scare you! If you have kids, they'll love it!
This company has a sense of humor and a great computer programmer.
Take a look at HEMA's product page. You can't order anything and it's in Dutch but just wait a couple of seconds and watch what happens. Don't worry, nothing will pop up and scare you! If you have kids, they'll love it!
This company has a sense of humor and a great computer programmer.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Grandma's Hands (Author Unkown)
Get a hanky.....
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time,
I asked her if she was OK.
She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.
"Have you ever looked at your hands?" she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related the following story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years.
"These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
"They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
"They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
"They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.
"They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma. I know she has been held by the hands of God. And I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time,
I asked her if she was OK.
She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.
"Have you ever looked at your hands?" she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related the following story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years.
"These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
"They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
"They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
"They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.
"They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma. I know she has been held by the hands of God. And I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Future Sumsing Turbo 3000
This kicks iPhone's butt!! I'm gonna wait until it cleans my whole house and get one!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Japanese Game Show
Seriously, America is lacking in the ingenuity and creativity department when it comes to game shows! This is a little over 6 minutes but it's a hoot!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Wet Pants and Mercy
Come with me to a third grade classroom ~ There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and, all of a sudden there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap. The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.
She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!" Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too." May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good.
Who will YOU dump water on today?
Monday, January 28, 2008
Happy 15th Birthday, Jaz!
This is my niece, Jazmine - isn't she pretty?!!! She turned 15 today. She is an AWESOME kid. She is funny, has the most tender heart on the planet and is one of the most talent drawers I've ever seen. She is very smart and will work with animals or animal research some day. I kid her all the time about that fact that I know I'll see her on animal planet some day! Happy birthday, kiddo! I love you!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
In Loving Memory of Grace Fulton Murray
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One year ago today, God took my Mom to Heaven. It has been one of the most difficut years of my whole life. She lived with me for the last 6 months of her life and I would not take any amount of money for that time with her. I so miss her being here. I miss coming in from work and spending time with her. I miss threatening to cut off her oxygen when she got on my nerves! I miss the banter between us. I miss the really wonderful talks we had.
I can't say for sure, but I think that as the first anniversary of your loss approaches, you begin to go back through the events that led to it. It has been that way for me. And that brings back the pain, except now it's greater because there was so much to take care of afterwards that I wasn't able to really pay attention to it at that time. So, it has been a rough couple of days. But, I remember all the fun/funny times, too.
My mother was a hoot! She had a great sense of humor and she was very smart. I wish I had time to tell some of the funny stories, but one stands out...when she was in the hospital after her stroke, the nurse came in and said, "Ms. Grace, I'm going to take your blood pressure." Mom said, in her slurred speech, "where are you gonna take it? Caught the nurse completely off-guard, who then burst out laughing. It was great!
I cannot tell you how much I miss her. My heart aches right now from the hole that was left by her passing. But, even if I could, I would not call her back from Heaven. That would be so incredibly selfish of me.....no, I look forward to the day that the Lord reunites us in Heaven....the place where we'll never be separated again.
I wonder things like how much time has passed since she got to Heaven. Time ceases to be in Heaven, but still I wonder, is it still like she just got there? Has she seen my dad yet? What was the reunion like with her Mom who passed away in 1968? Has anyone even seen her yet?? She DID get a new body, after all! Getting rid of that arthritis and congestive heart failure - did she hit the gate running and no one's seen her since? These are questions I can't wait to ask her!
I love you Mom.....see you soon.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Sneezing Panda
This is hilarious! Enjoy the chuckle!
Not sure what the appropriate response to the video should be? Here are two little girls who will teach you!
Not sure what the appropriate response to the video should be? Here are two little girls who will teach you!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Encouragement For Today!
No matter what situations life throws at you... no matter how long and treacherous your journey may seem...........remember, there is light at the end of the tunnel!!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Spoiled UNDER-30 Crowd!!
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what, with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning ....uphill BOTH ways yadda, yadda, yadda! And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way I was going to lay a bunch of baaaaaloney like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that...I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a dang Utopia!
And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!
I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!
There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a reeeeeal letter...with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take, like, a week to get there!
There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and completely mess it all up! I think the anger felt at that time was the model for the later "road rage!"
We didn't have fancy gadgets like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal; that's it, unless you could get the operator to make an emergency break-through! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, a collections agent - you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, Mister!
We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids' and the graphics were a joke! Your guy was a little square, no really, a real square, not someone with a boring personality! You actually had to use your imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!
When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, OH WELL!
Sure, we had cable television, but back then there were only like 15 channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! There was no such thing as channel surfing! You had to get off your rear and walk waaaaaaay over to the TV to change the channel. There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little snots!
And we didn't have microwaves; if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove or go build a real live fire .... imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot.
That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it waaaaaaaaay too easy. You're SPOILED, I tell you!!!!!
You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980! Oh yeah, and a seatbelt was Mom throwing her arm across your chest every time she hit the brakes.....
But now that...I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a dang Utopia!
And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!
I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!
There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a reeeeeal letter...with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take, like, a week to get there!
There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and completely mess it all up! I think the anger felt at that time was the model for the later "road rage!"
We didn't have fancy gadgets like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal; that's it, unless you could get the operator to make an emergency break-through! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, a collections agent - you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, Mister!
We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids' and the graphics were a joke! Your guy was a little square, no really, a real square, not someone with a boring personality! You actually had to use your imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!
When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, OH WELL!
Sure, we had cable television, but back then there were only like 15 channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! There was no such thing as channel surfing! You had to get off your rear and walk waaaaaaay over to the TV to change the channel. There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little snots!
And we didn't have microwaves; if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove or go build a real live fire .... imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot.
That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it waaaaaaaaay too easy. You're SPOILED, I tell you!!!!!
You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980! Oh yeah, and a seatbelt was Mom throwing her arm across your chest every time she hit the brakes.....
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Wildlife Art Mosaic - Noah's Ark
This is just tooooooo cool! The mosaic is made completely of squares of different artist's paintings. Each tile, a one foot square, is it's own individual picture and each is done by a different artist. All of them together form this huge mural.You can click on any square in the mural and get the artist's name and any comments they make about their individual picture. Simply incredible! There are other mosaics too, but this was my favorite!
Noah's Ark
Noah's Ark
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
The Effects of Alcohol
| After 6 beers |
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| After 2 Glasses of Wine |
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| After 2 Bottles of Wine (Uh, Shared of Course!) |
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| After Too Many Margaritas |
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| After 3 Kamikazes |
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| After 7 Rum & Cokes |
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| After 1 Large Purple Haze |
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| 3 Mega-Margaritas |
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| After 4 Tequilas (Without the Worm) |
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
A Woman's Week At The Gym....
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the sweet thing!) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and Model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY
Well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She sorta looks like a Greek goddess - with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
TUESDAY
I had to drink a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air, which was fairly easy......then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a Hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screaming bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the Stair Monster instead. WHY would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by escalators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other ridiculously stupid things, too.
THURSDAY
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. It's not my fault that I was a half an hour late-it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent some little stick-like creature in there to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY
I hate that witch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. EVER! Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her to death with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the stupid barbells or anything else that weighs more than a sandwich! The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like a drama coach or a choir director?
SATURDAY
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my diary. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up watching eleven straight hours of The Weather Channel.
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today since I still cannot walk AND so I can go and THANK GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my Daughter (she is SO grounded!) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds....or CHOCOLATE!!!
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the sweet thing!) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and Model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY
Well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She sorta looks like a Greek goddess - with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
TUESDAY
I had to drink a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air, which was fairly easy......then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a Hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screaming bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the Stair Monster instead. WHY would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by escalators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other ridiculously stupid things, too.
THURSDAY
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. It's not my fault that I was a half an hour late-it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent some little stick-like creature in there to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY
I hate that witch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. EVER! Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her to death with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the stupid barbells or anything else that weighs more than a sandwich! The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like a drama coach or a choir director?
SATURDAY
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my diary. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up watching eleven straight hours of The Weather Channel.
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today since I still cannot walk AND so I can go and THANK GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my Daughter (she is SO grounded!) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds....or CHOCOLATE!!!
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