Saturday, December 31, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Christmas Flash
This is a cute flash for Christmas. Watch it all the way through!
~Merry Christmas
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~Merry Christmas
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Happy Holidays
I hope everyone has a wonderful Holiday Season. I also hope that everyone gets in life what they truly and ultimately deserve.
*!~Merry Christmas~!*
*!~Merry Christmas~!*
Monday, December 05, 2005
Birth Order
HOW THE BIRTH ORDER OF YOUR CHILDREN CHANGES THE WAY THINGS ARE DONE:
Your Clothes:
1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy.
2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.
3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.
Preparing for the Birth:
1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.
2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing.
3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.
The Layette:
1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.
2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains.
3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?
Worries:
1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up the baby.
2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.
3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing.
Pacifier:
1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it.
2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle.
3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.
Diapering:
1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not.
2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if needed.
3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.
Activities:
1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour.
2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.
3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.
Going Out:
1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times.
2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached.
3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood.
At Home:
1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.
2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
Swallowing Coins
1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays.
2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for the coin to pass.
3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his allowance!
Your Clothes:
1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy.
2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.
3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.
Preparing for the Birth:
1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.
2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing.
3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.
The Layette:
1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.
2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains.
3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?
Worries:
1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up the baby.
2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.
3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing.
Pacifier:
1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it.
2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle.
3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.
Diapering:
1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not.
2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if needed.
3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.
Activities:
1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour.
2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.
3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.
Going Out:
1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times.
2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached.
3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood.
At Home:
1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.
2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
Swallowing Coins
1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays.
2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for the coin to pass.
3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his allowance!
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Insightful
The post I made last night gave me even more insight into things at present. I didn't realize fully until this morning, having thought about my last post through the night, that I am truly okay with myself. When my ex-husband had first left I thought for sure I wasn't going to be able to make it on my own. There were many self doubting thoughts, some including: How do I make it on my own. How do I raise these children on my own. If he didn't want me, what makes me think another man would. No one would want all this responsibility, I'll always be alone.
Before the ink was even dry on the paperwork, I was in another relationship. It wasn't a physical one, but it was one I held very dear, and would have been with him still today, had things not ended. That is how I am. Committed. I put all of myself into a relationship and I wear my heart on my sleeve, ready to give my heart, my mind and my soul to someone who will just love me in return. Over the years, I realized that I needed the time that was forced upon me by life's deeming (often meddling) fingers. And that time gave me insight into me. Who I am. Who I am with Me.
And I'm still single, and my fears about men not wanting to be with a single mom was relevant and present. But that is okay. I made myself realize that it would take someone very special to be with me and the life I come with. And it's a good life. It's not without its problems, come on even Eden had it's problems too. But such wonderful people in this family, all wanting a friend, ready to accept the right person in our fold. And that feels pretty damn good, to know that it isn't something wrong with me. If someone doesn't want to take the time to get to know me, and to know them, to give something a chance, they weren't worth the time to begin with.
I will probably always struggle with self esteem. People who are 100% okay with themselves and just love themselves to death are either on some really strong Lithium, or just so conceited that they outta just marry themselves and live a happy happy joy joy life looking in the mirror. I am who I am. And in any relationship it shouldn't be what you can change about someone, but how you can enhance their life, and them enhance your own, sharing a journey together and truly embracing the learning experience that all that entails.
I'm not getting any younger, or thinner, and that is that. It doesn't mean my soul and my heart are any less of worth. Today is much brighter then last night, finding the silver lining in there somewhere, and being grateful to find a silver lining at that.
I read someone's journal recently and they were discussing the fear of people not liking what they get for Christmas, being worried that it wouldn't be enough, or good enough. I think so many people need to realize that Christmas isn't about the quality or quantity, but the reason you choose to give a gift at all. It's from the heart. Don't do it if you're heart isn't in it. Have fun. Listen to the little whisper inside of you that says enjoy the season, enjoy giving, even if it is something small and inconsequencial. It'll mean the world to the person receiving it, and if it's not good enough, it's on their greedy backs and not your own.
Let Your light shine through.
Before the ink was even dry on the paperwork, I was in another relationship. It wasn't a physical one, but it was one I held very dear, and would have been with him still today, had things not ended. That is how I am. Committed. I put all of myself into a relationship and I wear my heart on my sleeve, ready to give my heart, my mind and my soul to someone who will just love me in return. Over the years, I realized that I needed the time that was forced upon me by life's deeming (often meddling) fingers. And that time gave me insight into me. Who I am. Who I am with Me.
And I'm still single, and my fears about men not wanting to be with a single mom was relevant and present. But that is okay. I made myself realize that it would take someone very special to be with me and the life I come with. And it's a good life. It's not without its problems, come on even Eden had it's problems too. But such wonderful people in this family, all wanting a friend, ready to accept the right person in our fold. And that feels pretty damn good, to know that it isn't something wrong with me. If someone doesn't want to take the time to get to know me, and to know them, to give something a chance, they weren't worth the time to begin with.
I will probably always struggle with self esteem. People who are 100% okay with themselves and just love themselves to death are either on some really strong Lithium, or just so conceited that they outta just marry themselves and live a happy happy joy joy life looking in the mirror. I am who I am. And in any relationship it shouldn't be what you can change about someone, but how you can enhance their life, and them enhance your own, sharing a journey together and truly embracing the learning experience that all that entails.
I'm not getting any younger, or thinner, and that is that. It doesn't mean my soul and my heart are any less of worth. Today is much brighter then last night, finding the silver lining in there somewhere, and being grateful to find a silver lining at that.
I read someone's journal recently and they were discussing the fear of people not liking what they get for Christmas, being worried that it wouldn't be enough, or good enough. I think so many people need to realize that Christmas isn't about the quality or quantity, but the reason you choose to give a gift at all. It's from the heart. Don't do it if you're heart isn't in it. Have fun. Listen to the little whisper inside of you that says enjoy the season, enjoy giving, even if it is something small and inconsequencial. It'll mean the world to the person receiving it, and if it's not good enough, it's on their greedy backs and not your own.
Let Your light shine through.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
the one lost...
I know I haven't really posted anything of a personal nature in a very long time. I have had a few posts come across my mind, just never really let them bloom into something worth much of worth in order to post onto here, I guess.
As most know, I've been really sick lately, pneumonia doesn't seem to want to let go of me. Perhaps it is a sullen outlook, immunity does need a certain amount of will in order to be effective (or so they say).
Things have been lonely, and yet I find a certain comfort in being away from people. A rather double edged sword, one supposes. I haven't worked on a good C graphic in ages, and as for writing...that has been rather uneventful as well.
I have had so many ideas, most of which fizzle into oblivion and some get written down, though not much comes after that. I miss writing. I miss it with every fiber of my being. And yet, the thought of sitting down and actually putting thought to pen is exhausting. A walking paradox to say the least in more then one avenue of my life.
It is increasingly difficult to get the Christmas spirit, I find it more and more difficult every year. I grew up without Christmas, and when I celebrated my first one at the age of 18, I was like a kid in a candy store. When I was a little girl and we'd be in a store and I'd see lit up trees, Mom said she'd find me staring at them. I loved the lights. I loved the glitter. I loved the magic. I was drawn to it, to the music, to the happiness, to the spirit of the season. I was drawn to it all like the proverbial moth to the flame.
I was married to a bah-humbug (that is the least of the sourness of the man, but anywho), he had celebrated Christmas his whole life and it just wasn't his thing. I was jubilant, couldn't seem to contain the excitement, the glitter within, the warmth and happiness, the freedom and pure elation from celebrating a Holiday where I could give and give and give.
Even now I find no pleasure in getting anything really, I like getting presents, but I would rather not get any and I'd be okay. I get a pure high from giving. And no, not because it makes me look good, but because I am addicted to the expressions of joy and surprise in the faces of those I love, when they open a package from me and it's something that was chosen from my heart, because I love them. I do not just give at holidays, I do little things through out the whole year. It isn't always extravagant materially, but it is from the heart and because I love that person and there is always some small token that I give to show them.
For example...from the time I was young, I would draw a smiley face and a "Hi" next to it on all my mom's grocery lists. Sometimes I'd write a little smiley and a "Hi" note and slip it into my dad's lunch pail, knowing he'd find it when he would be up on his Loader at work, during lunch time. I'd pick flowers on the way home from school for Mom. Ugly flowering weeds, and mom would get this huge smile and I'd walk on air, just from her smile. Looking back, they were just ugly weeds, but she always made me feel good, because she knew that to me, they were flowers, not weeds. I once got in big trouble because I picked really pretty, full size flowers.... oops..someone's garden was robbed. *laffs* But mom was really decent about the whole affair, she told me that she much preferred the little flowers anyway. I grew up, and every now and then I still get her bouquets, the right way. *chuckles*
I send her a little card in the snail mail every now and then... isn't it fun to get a note unexpectedly in the mail? Especially when some days the highlight of the day is what is delivered in the postal mail. It doesn't cost much, but I can always just imagine the look on mom or dad's face when they check the mail and see an envelope from me. Surprise, I was thinking about you... that is what the thought is, that is conveyed, from me to them, and not a voiced word need be said, or that envelope even opened.
Over the years, through my marriage, Christmas got darker and darker. I could feel the light in me dying a piece at a time. The child within me, fading away. Ex-husband didn't like to decorate, would always be cranky, "half ass" help, impatient...etc. Most of the time, I decorated alone, and each year the struggle became more and more apparent, to even want to do anything. Having the kids helped, because I was able to glean from them through their expressions when they'd see everything I had done. I would cling to their joy.
By a stroke of irony, I was up at the hospital where the ex-husband worked (shortly before our marriage was in the throes of the deathbed), and it was in the Christmas season. The whole office was decorated. It looked charming and while not extravagant, you could tell someone had really put some thought into it and really enjoyed doing the task. I made comment about it, smiling at the head nurse and saying how lovely everything looked, how it was so much better that year then previous years, and that I bet the patients really liked it. She gave me a dazzling smile and informed me that my husband had been wonderful, he had brought many of the decorations, and used what he brought along with some donations from others, and he hummed Christmas carols and hung decorations, laughed and had a really good time, how the entire theme and set up was his idea, and how much everyone enjoyed watching him have a high old time decorating their little office.
I felt like someone had come up and run me over with a Mac truck. I think in some way...that was exactly what happened. A Mac truck went through my soul and left a gaping hole where once a little girl who loved Christmas lived. My husband, who had destroyed Christmas light sets, because angrily he had gotten on the roof after I begged him to hang them for the children, (I have a fear of heights), and he ruined numerous light sets by not being careful. After nearly a decade of his grouchily aiding to set up a Christmas tree, he had joyfully decorated the doctor's office.
After he left, I thought....Christmas can be fun again! And the first Christmas after he left, it was! The absolute peace, and free feeling, it was amazing! Even though the ex was causing the kids pain by having no contact with them for 8 months, with the exception of two phone calls filled with lying promises, we had a wonderful time! The next few years were the same, and then...tragedy hit our family. Ever since, we have struggled, and each year grows increasingly harder.
I still long for someone to share my life with, to share the lives of the wonderful people with whom are my family. I dream of "him" hanging the lights on the house, and not out of obligation but want, of going Christmas shopping and holding hands, happily picking out the gifts for our loved ones, kissing under the mistletoe...
I used to refuse to believe that it only exists in the movies. I long for someone I can write little notes to, and slip in his lunch pail, just like I did for Dad, or in his coat pocket that he'll find at some point during his day. Someone to look forward to seeing at the end of the long day, to watch the kids faces when he comes in, happy to be home. A ready made family...that is what we are. I guess after 6+ years, I haven't given up hope, even if I profess that I have. *wry chuckle*
I really am grateful for the family I have. I would not ever say I am not. I do not want to leave that impression here tonight. For I love my family and would give anything for them, would do anything asked of me, for them. That is why I struggle and strive to keep what little Christmas spirit is left within me. That is why I build the walls so carefully around me, and try to never voice the loneliness, or sadness. It is why I try to remember that the past is over, and the future is ahead, that I am free to celebrate Christmas and not have the oppression of another hanging over me.
I sometimes wonder, of the child who got lost somewhere along the way...
As most know, I've been really sick lately, pneumonia doesn't seem to want to let go of me. Perhaps it is a sullen outlook, immunity does need a certain amount of will in order to be effective (or so they say).
Things have been lonely, and yet I find a certain comfort in being away from people. A rather double edged sword, one supposes. I haven't worked on a good C graphic in ages, and as for writing...that has been rather uneventful as well.
I have had so many ideas, most of which fizzle into oblivion and some get written down, though not much comes after that. I miss writing. I miss it with every fiber of my being. And yet, the thought of sitting down and actually putting thought to pen is exhausting. A walking paradox to say the least in more then one avenue of my life.
It is increasingly difficult to get the Christmas spirit, I find it more and more difficult every year. I grew up without Christmas, and when I celebrated my first one at the age of 18, I was like a kid in a candy store. When I was a little girl and we'd be in a store and I'd see lit up trees, Mom said she'd find me staring at them. I loved the lights. I loved the glitter. I loved the magic. I was drawn to it, to the music, to the happiness, to the spirit of the season. I was drawn to it all like the proverbial moth to the flame.
I was married to a bah-humbug (that is the least of the sourness of the man, but anywho), he had celebrated Christmas his whole life and it just wasn't his thing. I was jubilant, couldn't seem to contain the excitement, the glitter within, the warmth and happiness, the freedom and pure elation from celebrating a Holiday where I could give and give and give.
Even now I find no pleasure in getting anything really, I like getting presents, but I would rather not get any and I'd be okay. I get a pure high from giving. And no, not because it makes me look good, but because I am addicted to the expressions of joy and surprise in the faces of those I love, when they open a package from me and it's something that was chosen from my heart, because I love them. I do not just give at holidays, I do little things through out the whole year. It isn't always extravagant materially, but it is from the heart and because I love that person and there is always some small token that I give to show them.
For example...from the time I was young, I would draw a smiley face and a "Hi" next to it on all my mom's grocery lists. Sometimes I'd write a little smiley and a "Hi" note and slip it into my dad's lunch pail, knowing he'd find it when he would be up on his Loader at work, during lunch time. I'd pick flowers on the way home from school for Mom. Ugly flowering weeds, and mom would get this huge smile and I'd walk on air, just from her smile. Looking back, they were just ugly weeds, but she always made me feel good, because she knew that to me, they were flowers, not weeds. I once got in big trouble because I picked really pretty, full size flowers.... oops..someone's garden was robbed. *laffs* But mom was really decent about the whole affair, she told me that she much preferred the little flowers anyway. I grew up, and every now and then I still get her bouquets, the right way. *chuckles*
I send her a little card in the snail mail every now and then... isn't it fun to get a note unexpectedly in the mail? Especially when some days the highlight of the day is what is delivered in the postal mail. It doesn't cost much, but I can always just imagine the look on mom or dad's face when they check the mail and see an envelope from me. Surprise, I was thinking about you... that is what the thought is, that is conveyed, from me to them, and not a voiced word need be said, or that envelope even opened.
Over the years, through my marriage, Christmas got darker and darker. I could feel the light in me dying a piece at a time. The child within me, fading away. Ex-husband didn't like to decorate, would always be cranky, "half ass" help, impatient...etc. Most of the time, I decorated alone, and each year the struggle became more and more apparent, to even want to do anything. Having the kids helped, because I was able to glean from them through their expressions when they'd see everything I had done. I would cling to their joy.
By a stroke of irony, I was up at the hospital where the ex-husband worked (shortly before our marriage was in the throes of the deathbed), and it was in the Christmas season. The whole office was decorated. It looked charming and while not extravagant, you could tell someone had really put some thought into it and really enjoyed doing the task. I made comment about it, smiling at the head nurse and saying how lovely everything looked, how it was so much better that year then previous years, and that I bet the patients really liked it. She gave me a dazzling smile and informed me that my husband had been wonderful, he had brought many of the decorations, and used what he brought along with some donations from others, and he hummed Christmas carols and hung decorations, laughed and had a really good time, how the entire theme and set up was his idea, and how much everyone enjoyed watching him have a high old time decorating their little office.
I felt like someone had come up and run me over with a Mac truck. I think in some way...that was exactly what happened. A Mac truck went through my soul and left a gaping hole where once a little girl who loved Christmas lived. My husband, who had destroyed Christmas light sets, because angrily he had gotten on the roof after I begged him to hang them for the children, (I have a fear of heights), and he ruined numerous light sets by not being careful. After nearly a decade of his grouchily aiding to set up a Christmas tree, he had joyfully decorated the doctor's office.
After he left, I thought....Christmas can be fun again! And the first Christmas after he left, it was! The absolute peace, and free feeling, it was amazing! Even though the ex was causing the kids pain by having no contact with them for 8 months, with the exception of two phone calls filled with lying promises, we had a wonderful time! The next few years were the same, and then...tragedy hit our family. Ever since, we have struggled, and each year grows increasingly harder.
I still long for someone to share my life with, to share the lives of the wonderful people with whom are my family. I dream of "him" hanging the lights on the house, and not out of obligation but want, of going Christmas shopping and holding hands, happily picking out the gifts for our loved ones, kissing under the mistletoe...
I used to refuse to believe that it only exists in the movies. I long for someone I can write little notes to, and slip in his lunch pail, just like I did for Dad, or in his coat pocket that he'll find at some point during his day. Someone to look forward to seeing at the end of the long day, to watch the kids faces when he comes in, happy to be home. A ready made family...that is what we are. I guess after 6+ years, I haven't given up hope, even if I profess that I have. *wry chuckle*
I really am grateful for the family I have. I would not ever say I am not. I do not want to leave that impression here tonight. For I love my family and would give anything for them, would do anything asked of me, for them. That is why I struggle and strive to keep what little Christmas spirit is left within me. That is why I build the walls so carefully around me, and try to never voice the loneliness, or sadness. It is why I try to remember that the past is over, and the future is ahead, that I am free to celebrate Christmas and not have the oppression of another hanging over me.
I sometimes wonder, of the child who got lost somewhere along the way...
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Turkey Day Humor
Things you can only say on Thanksgiving
01. Talk about huge breasts!
02. Tying the legs together keeps the inside
moist.
03. It's Cool Whip time!
04. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!
05. That's one terrific spread!
06. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.
07. Are you ready for seconds yet?
08. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat
it?
09. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!
10. Don't play with your meat.
11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in.
12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all
these people at once?
13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!
14. You still have a little bit on your chin.
01. Talk about huge breasts!
02. Tying the legs together keeps the inside
moist.
03. It's Cool Whip time!
04. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!
05. That's one terrific spread!
06. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.
07. Are you ready for seconds yet?
08. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat
it?
09. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!
10. Don't play with your meat.
11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in.
12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all
these people at once?
13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!
14. You still have a little bit on your chin.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, and may you have a wonderful day with family and/or friends.
Friday, November 18, 2005
The Nun
A cabbie picks up a Nun. The nun gets into the cab, and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won't stop staring through the rear view mirror.
The nun asks him why he is staring.
He replies: "I have a question to ask you but I don't want to offend you"
The nun answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive."
"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me."
The nun responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic."
The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic!"
"OK," the nun says. "Pull into the next alley."
The nun fulfills his fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.
But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.
"My dear child," said the nun," why are you crying?"
"Forgive me, but I've sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish."
The nun says, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party."
The nun asks him why he is staring.
He replies: "I have a question to ask you but I don't want to offend you"
The nun answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive."
"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me."
The nun responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic."
The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic!"
"OK," the nun says. "Pull into the next alley."
The nun fulfills his fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.
But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.
"My dear child," said the nun," why are you crying?"
"Forgive me, but I've sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish."
The nun says, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party."
Friday, November 11, 2005
The Shortest Fairy Tale Ever Written
Once upon a time a girl asked a guy "Will you marry me?"
The guy said "No!"
And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, and farted whenever she wanted.
THE END
The guy said "No!"
And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, and farted whenever she wanted.
THE END
Monday, November 07, 2005
Christmas Card List
I will be doing my annual mailing of Christmas cards soon. If you would like to be included in my list, please e-mail me your mailing address. And no, I am not going to sell it to a third party so that you'll get lots of junk mail. But don't tempt me. *chuckles and is kidding* If you do not have my e-mail address, leave me a little note here and I'll mail you. Due to spammers, I have become relunctant to post my e-mail address. I don't care if horny women want me, how many vacations I've won, or if I could get a University Diploma in six months. And I especially do not need any Viagra. Them horny women must have ratted on me!
Okay. So ifn you would like to get a Christmas card from me, then please send me your addy.
Okay. So ifn you would like to get a Christmas card from me, then please send me your addy.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Raed tihs
Can you raed tihs?
Olny srmat poelpe can.
I cdnuoltblveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was
rdanieg.The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid,
aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the
ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng
is taht the frist and
lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can
be a taotl mses and you
can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is
bcuseae the huamn mnid deos
not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as
;a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling
was ipmorantt! if you
can raed tihs psas it on !!
Olny srmat poelpe can.
I cdnuoltblveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was
rdanieg.The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid,
aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the
ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng
is taht the frist and
lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can
be a taotl mses and you
can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is
bcuseae the huamn mnid deos
not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as
;a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling
was ipmorantt! if you
can raed tihs psas it on !!
Cuties.
More cuties I thought I'd share. These pics were found while scouring the net.
What I'd like to know is how they got the cat to hold still long enough. *laffs*
This is my viewpoint on getting out of bed in the morning.
What I'd like to know is how they got the cat to hold still long enough. *laffs*
This is my viewpoint on getting out of bed in the morning.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Oops.
A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask
Over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult, four hour,
surgical procedure. A young, student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.
"Nurse," he mumbles, from behind the mask. "Are my testicles black?"
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, Sir, I'm only
here to wash your upper body and feet."
He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, are my testicles black?"
Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his
testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers.
She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other,
lifting and moving them around. Then, she takes a close look and says,
"There's nothing wrong with them, Sir."
The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly,
"Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but, listen very, very
closely......
"A r e -- m y -- t e s t -- r e s u l t s -- b a c k?"
Over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult, four hour,
surgical procedure. A young, student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.
"Nurse," he mumbles, from behind the mask. "Are my testicles black?"
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, Sir, I'm only
here to wash your upper body and feet."
He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, are my testicles black?"
Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his
testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers.
She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other,
lifting and moving them around. Then, she takes a close look and says,
"There's nothing wrong with them, Sir."
The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly,
"Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but, listen very, very
closely......
"A r e -- m y -- t e s t -- r e s u l t s -- b a c k?"
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Meme
*Got this from Michele* *~-Hugs her-~*
1. First name? Jennifer
2. Were you named after anyone?? My middle name, yes. My mother gave me her middle name and I gave my first daughter her middle name.
3. Do you wish on stars?? Every night
4. When did you last cry?? Yesterday
5. Do you like your handwriting? Sometimes
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Honey roasted chicken breast and smoked turkey breast
7. What is your birth date?? 09/28
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? I do not own a single cd I am embarrassed to say I own.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Yes, I do believe I would be.
10. Do you have a journal?? Numerous *grin*
11. Do you use sarcasm a lot?? Only on occasion.
12. What are your nicknames?? Jenn, and Mom calls me Miss Muffet
13. Would you bungee jump?? Hell no and twice hell no on Sunday.
14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I try to remember to, does that count?
15. Do you think that you are strong?? I'm still alive aren't I.
16. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?? Heavenly Hash, Mocha Almond Fudge or Butter Pecan
17. Shoe Size: 9-10 pending on the brand
18. Red or pink? Red
19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? Weight
20. Who do you miss most? David and James, and Thomas (my cat).
21. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back??
Found this on Michele's journal (grins at her), so posting it here.
22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing?? Black pants, barefeet
23. What are you listening to right now?? Birds chirping outside, and JoHanna breathing in my ear as she watches me type while standing beside me, and Megan unravelling Halloween lights.
24. Last thing you ate last night? Meatballs and Pasta with veggies.
25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?? Black
26. What is the weather like right now?? Hazy cottony gauze like clouds over a crystal blue sky, cool breezes
27. Last person you talked to on the phone?? My dad.
28. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?? I look at the face, are they looking mean or smiling.
29. Do you like the person who sent this to you?? I found this on Michele's journal and I think she's an awesome gal. *S*
30. Favorite drink?? Alcoholic – Strawberry Margaritas, Amaretto Sours, Pina Coladas, Strawberry Daiquiris, Walleby Darned (YUM)
Non-Alcoholic: Peach flavored water
31. Favorite sport??? Baseball
32. Hair color??? Red
33. Eye Color?? My eyes change between four distinct colors and sometimes a mix. On oft occasion one is full blue and one is full green. They change every few minutes.
34. Contacts?? No
35. Favorite food?? Mexican and "American"
36. Last movie you watched?? At the theater? Lord of the Rings II. At home: Twitches
37. Favorite day of the year? Every single day that has me with my family.
38. Scary movies or Happy endings? Happy Endings
39. Summer or winter?? Winter Woohoo, love winter
40. Hugs or kisses??? Definitely both. Can't choose just one. I am a lovey person
41. What is your favorite dessert?? Creme Brulee, Banana cream pie and peach cobbler
42. Who is most likely to respond?? Hopefully everyone who hasn't already from Michele's.
43. Who is least likely to respond? Cranky biscuits.
1. First name? Jennifer
2. Were you named after anyone?? My middle name, yes. My mother gave me her middle name and I gave my first daughter her middle name.
3. Do you wish on stars?? Every night
4. When did you last cry?? Yesterday
5. Do you like your handwriting? Sometimes
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Honey roasted chicken breast and smoked turkey breast
7. What is your birth date?? 09/28
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? I do not own a single cd I am embarrassed to say I own.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Yes, I do believe I would be.
10. Do you have a journal?? Numerous *grin*
11. Do you use sarcasm a lot?? Only on occasion.
12. What are your nicknames?? Jenn, and Mom calls me Miss Muffet
13. Would you bungee jump?? Hell no and twice hell no on Sunday.
14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I try to remember to, does that count?
15. Do you think that you are strong?? I'm still alive aren't I.
16. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?? Heavenly Hash, Mocha Almond Fudge or Butter Pecan
17. Shoe Size: 9-10 pending on the brand
18. Red or pink? Red
19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? Weight
20. Who do you miss most? David and James, and Thomas (my cat).
21. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back??
Found this on Michele's journal (grins at her), so posting it here.
22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing?? Black pants, barefeet
23. What are you listening to right now?? Birds chirping outside, and JoHanna breathing in my ear as she watches me type while standing beside me, and Megan unravelling Halloween lights.
24. Last thing you ate last night? Meatballs and Pasta with veggies.
25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?? Black
26. What is the weather like right now?? Hazy cottony gauze like clouds over a crystal blue sky, cool breezes
27. Last person you talked to on the phone?? My dad.
28. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?? I look at the face, are they looking mean or smiling.
29. Do you like the person who sent this to you?? I found this on Michele's journal and I think she's an awesome gal. *S*
30. Favorite drink?? Alcoholic – Strawberry Margaritas, Amaretto Sours, Pina Coladas, Strawberry Daiquiris, Walleby Darned (YUM)
Non-Alcoholic: Peach flavored water
31. Favorite sport??? Baseball
32. Hair color??? Red
33. Eye Color?? My eyes change between four distinct colors and sometimes a mix. On oft occasion one is full blue and one is full green. They change every few minutes.
34. Contacts?? No
35. Favorite food?? Mexican and "American"
36. Last movie you watched?? At the theater? Lord of the Rings II. At home: Twitches
37. Favorite day of the year? Every single day that has me with my family.
38. Scary movies or Happy endings? Happy Endings
39. Summer or winter?? Winter Woohoo, love winter
40. Hugs or kisses??? Definitely both. Can't choose just one. I am a lovey person
41. What is your favorite dessert?? Creme Brulee, Banana cream pie and peach cobbler
42. Who is most likely to respond?? Hopefully everyone who hasn't already from Michele's.
43. Who is least likely to respond? Cranky biscuits.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Finegan
http://www.komo1000news.com/stories/39693.htm (Source of the story below)
This is a story about a mother, a baby in dire need and how the two came together.
It didn't matter that they didn't come from the same place, or look at all alike -- they weren't even the same species! But instinct took over when the need was greatest.
Debby Cantlon of Seattle explains: "He doesn't know he's a squirrel; he thinks he's a dog."
She's talking about Finegan, the squirrel. He could be excused for thinking he's a dog, that's how he's being raised.
Rescued at just a few days old, Finegan had fallen from a tree, his mother beside him, dead.
"I didn't think that he was going to make it, he was so dehydrated," says Cantlon.
A friend brought Finegan to Cantlon. She has a knack saving injured birds, squirrels, and raccoons. But Finegan's eyes weren't even open yet -- it was touch and go.
Then Debby's dog Mademoiselle Giselle stepped in.
"Apparently she thought it was a puppy of hers and she was gonna have him, no matter what."
Debby continued to bottle feed the squirrel, but Giselle pulled the extra shifts. Finegan began nursing right alongside the five puppies -- just another littermate burrowing for position.
Now, at six weeks old, while the puppies are still barely walking, Finegan is a rambunctious juvenile. He's strong, can climb just about anything and is into everything.
Finegan was fascinated by KOMO 4 News photographer Randy Carnell and his camera -- he wouldn't stop crawling all over it, nibbling everything, including Randy.
All this is a sign, says Debby, that Finegan is close to being ready to go back into the wild. Once he can crack open and eat nuts and seeds, it will be time.
"My biggest reward is to watch them go free," says Cantlon. "It just makes my heart soar."
But, before then, there will still be a few last bottles and a lot of snuggling with his littermates. While they take a midday nap, Cantlon whispers in the background, "That's what I get out of this. What a gift, what a gift.
This is a story about a mother, a baby in dire need and how the two came together.
It didn't matter that they didn't come from the same place, or look at all alike -- they weren't even the same species! But instinct took over when the need was greatest.
Debby Cantlon of Seattle explains: "He doesn't know he's a squirrel; he thinks he's a dog."
She's talking about Finegan, the squirrel. He could be excused for thinking he's a dog, that's how he's being raised.
Rescued at just a few days old, Finegan had fallen from a tree, his mother beside him, dead.
"I didn't think that he was going to make it, he was so dehydrated," says Cantlon.
A friend brought Finegan to Cantlon. She has a knack saving injured birds, squirrels, and raccoons. But Finegan's eyes weren't even open yet -- it was touch and go.
Then Debby's dog Mademoiselle Giselle stepped in.
"Apparently she thought it was a puppy of hers and she was gonna have him, no matter what."
Debby continued to bottle feed the squirrel, but Giselle pulled the extra shifts. Finegan began nursing right alongside the five puppies -- just another littermate burrowing for position.
Now, at six weeks old, while the puppies are still barely walking, Finegan is a rambunctious juvenile. He's strong, can climb just about anything and is into everything.
Finegan was fascinated by KOMO 4 News photographer Randy Carnell and his camera -- he wouldn't stop crawling all over it, nibbling everything, including Randy.
All this is a sign, says Debby, that Finegan is close to being ready to go back into the wild. Once he can crack open and eat nuts and seeds, it will be time.
"My biggest reward is to watch them go free," says Cantlon. "It just makes my heart soar."
But, before then, there will still be a few last bottles and a lot of snuggling with his littermates. While they take a midday nap, Cantlon whispers in the background, "That's what I get out of this. What a gift, what a gift.
Lucky
Mary and her husband, Jim, had a dog named Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.
Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
One day Mary was told that she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease...she was just sure it was fatal! She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.
The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and miserable. But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed in every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement and back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.
It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
One day Mary was told that she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease...she was just sure it was fatal! She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.
The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and miserable. But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed in every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement and back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.
It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Short Personality quiz.
| Your Personality Profile |
 You are sexy, powerful, and bold. You're full of passion and energy... Sometimes this passion has a dark side. You feel most alive when you're seducing someone. You never fail to get someone's attention. Quick minded, you're also quick to lose your temper! |
Quizzer.
| Your Seduction Style: Au Natural |
 You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you. |
Blogger personality
| Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate |
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Monday, October 03, 2005
Aviation Truisms
"Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons." - General MacArthur
"You, you, and you ... Panic. The rest of you, come with me." - U.S. Marine Corp Gunnery Sgt.
"Though I Fly Through the Valley of Death ... I Shall Fear No Evil. For I am at 80,000 Feet and Climbing." - At the entrance to the old SR-71 operating base Kadena, Japan
"You've never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3." - Paul F. Crickmore (test pilot)
"The only time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire."
"Blue water Navy truism: There are more planes in the ocean than submarines in the sky."
From an old carrier sailor "If the wings are traveling faster than the fuselage, it's probably a helicopter -- and therefore, unsafe."
"When one engine fails on a twin-engine airplane you always have enough power left to get you to the scene of the crash."
"Without ammunition, the USAF would be just another expensive flying club."
"What is the similarity between air traffic controllers and pilots? If a pilot screws up, the pilot dies; If ATC screws up, . the pilot dies."
"Never trade luck for skill."
The three most common expressions (or famous last words) in aviation are:
"Why is it doing that?"
"Where are we?" and "OH SHIT!"
"Weather forecasts are horoscopes with numbers."
"Progress in airline flying: now a flight attendant can get a pilot pregnant."
"Airspeed, altitude and brains. Two are always needed to successfully complete the flight."
"A smooth landing is mostly luck; two in a row is all luck; three in a row is prevarication."
"I remember when sex was safe and flying was dangerous."
"Mankind has a perfect record in aviation; we never left one up there!"
"Flashlights are tubular metal containers kept in a flight bag for the purpose of storing dead batteries."
"Flying the airplane is more important than radioing your plight to a person on the ground incapable of understanding or doing anything about it."
"When a flight is proceeding incredibly well, something was forgotten."
"Just remember, if you crash because of weather, your funeral will be held on a sunny day."
Advice given to RAF pilots during WWII: "When a prang (crash) seems inevitable, endeavor to strike the softest, cheapest object in the vicinity as slow and gently as possible."
"The Piper Cub is the safest airplane in the world; it can just barely kill you." - Attributed to Max Stanley (Northrop test pilot)
"A pilot who doesn't have any fear probably isn't flying his plane to its maximum." - Jon McBride, astronaut
"If you're faced with a forced landing, fly the thing as far into the crash as possible." - Bob Hoover (renowned aerobatic and test pilot)
"Never fly in the same cockpit with someone braver than you."
"There is no reason to fly through a thunderstorm in peacetime." - Sign over squadron ops desk at Davis-Monthan AFB, AZ, 1970
"If something hasn't broken on your helicopter, it's about to."
Basic Flying Rules: "Try to stay in the middle of the air. Do not go near the edges of it. The edges of the air can be recognized by the appearance of ground, buildings, sea, trees and interstellar space. It is much more difficult to fly there."
"You know that your landing gear is up and locked when it takes full power to taxi to the terminal."
"You, you, and you ... Panic. The rest of you, come with me." - U.S. Marine Corp Gunnery Sgt.
"Though I Fly Through the Valley of Death ... I Shall Fear No Evil. For I am at 80,000 Feet and Climbing." - At the entrance to the old SR-71 operating base Kadena, Japan
"You've never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3." - Paul F. Crickmore (test pilot)
"The only time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire."
"Blue water Navy truism: There are more planes in the ocean than submarines in the sky."
From an old carrier sailor "If the wings are traveling faster than the fuselage, it's probably a helicopter -- and therefore, unsafe."
"When one engine fails on a twin-engine airplane you always have enough power left to get you to the scene of the crash."
"Without ammunition, the USAF would be just another expensive flying club."
"What is the similarity between air traffic controllers and pilots? If a pilot screws up, the pilot dies; If ATC screws up, . the pilot dies."
"Never trade luck for skill."
The three most common expressions (or famous last words) in aviation are:
"Why is it doing that?"
"Where are we?" and "OH SHIT!"
"Weather forecasts are horoscopes with numbers."
"Progress in airline flying: now a flight attendant can get a pilot pregnant."
"Airspeed, altitude and brains. Two are always needed to successfully complete the flight."
"A smooth landing is mostly luck; two in a row is all luck; three in a row is prevarication."
"I remember when sex was safe and flying was dangerous."
"Mankind has a perfect record in aviation; we never left one up there!"
"Flashlights are tubular metal containers kept in a flight bag for the purpose of storing dead batteries."
"Flying the airplane is more important than radioing your plight to a person on the ground incapable of understanding or doing anything about it."
"When a flight is proceeding incredibly well, something was forgotten."
"Just remember, if you crash because of weather, your funeral will be held on a sunny day."
Advice given to RAF pilots during WWII: "When a prang (crash) seems inevitable, endeavor to strike the softest, cheapest object in the vicinity as slow and gently as possible."
"The Piper Cub is the safest airplane in the world; it can just barely kill you." - Attributed to Max Stanley (Northrop test pilot)
"A pilot who doesn't have any fear probably isn't flying his plane to its maximum." - Jon McBride, astronaut
"If you're faced with a forced landing, fly the thing as far into the crash as possible." - Bob Hoover (renowned aerobatic and test pilot)
"Never fly in the same cockpit with someone braver than you."
"There is no reason to fly through a thunderstorm in peacetime." - Sign over squadron ops desk at Davis-Monthan AFB, AZ, 1970
"If something hasn't broken on your helicopter, it's about to."
Basic Flying Rules: "Try to stay in the middle of the air. Do not go near the edges of it. The edges of the air can be recognized by the appearance of ground, buildings, sea, trees and interstellar space. It is much more difficult to fly there."
"You know that your landing gear is up and locked when it takes full power to taxi to the terminal."
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Love
Listen to no one who tells you how to love. Your love is like no other, and that is what makes it beautiful.
"When you love, there's no such thing as loving a little, but loving all the way. Love may not ask you to give up your life, but it will require lots of sacrifices."
Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.
Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
"When you love, there's no such thing as loving a little, but loving all the way. Love may not ask you to give up your life, but it will require lots of sacrifices."
Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.
Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Changes
Over the course of the next week or so, I'll be changing this blog. I'm in the works of creating a new one and will be deleting posts from this one. I feel it is time for a change. The reason I had created this blog was to be near someone, and well, that is no longer the case, and I have been feeling for quite some time that it's time to move on, and that facilitates the need for change in blogs as well. I'm going to keep this blog, but am going to use it to house some graphics I work on, posting some of the already copyrighted material I've written or co-written, jokes, etc. I will have a new blog for journal postings. Once I have the new blog ready to go, I'll have it listed.
:) I hope everyone enjoyed the Labor Day Weekend!
-J
:) I hope everyone enjoyed the Labor Day Weekend!
-J
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