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Sunday, September 30, 2012

Enough Already!

It has been a laughing-crying-loving-fighting-up-down-sniffling-sneezing-emotional-stressful weekend.

Enough!  I think it's time to lighten things up and start the week with a smile.


Chicken Little

One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part where Chicken Little warns the farmer. She read "...and Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, "The sky is falling!"



The teacher then asked the class, "And what do you think that farmer said?"



One little girl raised her hand and said, "I think he said, "Holy Sh*t! A talking chicken!"



The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.

 

Hope this starts your week off with a grin. LOL

Hole in My Heart

In March of 1992, my dad was facing surgery with less than a 15% (yes fifteen - one five) chance of surviving it.

Dad asked mom for a pen and pad of paper the night before surgery and then sent her home to get some sleep. The pad and what dad might have written were forgotten in the aftermath of grief when we discovered that the surgery was not successful and we only had approximately six more months with him.

After dad recovered enough to come home, he showed us what he had written and asked that we have it copyrighted, printed, and distributed at his funeral. We honored his request.



I Didn’t Die

I didn’t die so please don’t cry
I am the raindrop on your windowpane
I am the wind that blows through your grain
I am the dust that got in your eye
I didn’t die, so please don’t cry

I am the leaf that fell to the ground
I am the thunder that made that sound
I am the river that flows through the land
I am the flower that grows in the sand
I didn’t die, so please don’t cry

I am the grapes that grow on the vine
I am the rose that smells so fine
So you see I will be whatever God wants me to be
I didn’t die, so please don’t cry


© 1992 by Don Johnson.  All rights reserved.
 
 
When my dad passed away 20 years ago today, he left a hole in my heart that is still there but what he wrote gives me comfort. 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, September 29, 2012

My Brother

Today is my brother's birthday.  He is 13 months younger than I am and we have always tormented one another (he started it!).

 
Here’s just one small example:

D: Hey Cat here is a chocolate cream pie for you.

Cat: *whining* I don’t like chocolate cream pie (candy is a different story - especially dark chocolate with pomegranate). Don’t we have any lemon cream pie?

D: No, come on you’ll like it.

Cat NO! I don't want it!


So D shrugged and went on to play.

I sat there looking at that pie and suddenly realized that it was a mud pie with mom’s expensive fresh coconut on it!

I’ll fix him I thought. I made him a "chocolate" pie but I put rice crispies cereal on top (not using mom's coconut - nope not me - I'm not going to get into trouble!).
 

Cat: Hey D, look what I found in the kitchen, a real chocolate cream pie! Do you want it?

D: Sure! (my brother is not real bright sometimes :-) Didn't he just try to pull this on me 10 minutes ago? *shaking head* )

Cat: Come and get it.


D dug into that pie and stuck a great big bite in his mouth and realized it was mud.


D: Moooommmm. Cat made me eat a mud piiiiie!!!!

Mom: Cat!

Cat: Mooommm, he made one first and tried to get ME to eat it. He told me it was a chocolate cream pie and he put YOUR FRESH COCONUT on it. I didn’t MAKE him eat it. I just told him I found it and asked if he wanted it (innocent look).


Guess, just GUESS who got into trouble!


Mom: Cat you are the oldest (yea, by a whole 13 months) and have to set a good example. You are grounded for the rest of today and tomorrow.

Cat: Wha… Wait... What?!!! Mooomm, what about D? He made a mud pie FIRST and used YOUR FRESH COCONUT and and HE DOESN'T GET GROUNDED? That’s NOT FAIR!

Mom: He’s younger doesn’t know any better. (A WHOLE 13 months? Sure mom whatever you say.)

I sat in the house while the little turkey played outside and made faces at me every time he caught me looking out the window.

Go ahead "mom's favorite", I thought to myself, I'll get you back later.  And I did! *evil grin* But that’s another story. ;)


Here are pictures of his birthday gifts this year.

 
 
 
 


Just to remind him that he can't ever get away from me!!    *super evil grin*





Thursday, September 27, 2012

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Post on Refrigerator

To be posted VERY LOW (snout height) on the refrigerator door.
 
 
Dear Dog and Cat,
 
 
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
 
 
Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
 
 
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
 
 
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
 
 
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.
 
 
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
 
 
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:


To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets
  • If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
  • I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
  • To you, it's an animal. To me, she is an adopted daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

Come on Over


LOL

Telemarketers


If a telemarketer calls,
give the telephone to
your four-year old and
tell her it's Santa!
 
 



Hope you enjoy. :-)




Sunday, September 23, 2012

Said What...



Thought I'd start the week out with a giggle.



They are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters, who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.



ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?

WITNESS: No, I just lie there.





ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?

WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.





ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?

WITNESS: Yes.

ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?

WITNESS: I forget.

ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?





ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?

WITNESS: He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?'

ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?

WITNESS: My name is Susan!



ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?

WITNESS: We both do.

ATTORNEY: Voodoo?

WITNESS: We do.

ATTORNEY: You do?

WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.



ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn’t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?

WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?



ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-one-year-old, how old is he?

WITNESS: Uh, he’s twenty-one.



ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?

WITNESS: Are you shitt’in me?



ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?

WITNESS: Yes.

ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?

WITNESS: Uh.... I was gett’in laid!



ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?

WITNESS: Yes.

ATTORNEY: How many were boys?

WITNESS: None.

ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?

WITNESS: Are you kidding? Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?



ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?

WITNESS: By death.

ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?

WITNESS: Now whose death do you suppose terminated it?



ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?

WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.

ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?

WITNESS: Guess.



ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?

WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.



ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?

WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. Would you like to rephrase that?



ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?

WITNESS: Oral.



ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?

WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.

ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?

WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!



ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?

WITNESS: Huh....are you qualified to ask that question?



--- And the best for last: ---
ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse

WITNESS: No.

ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?

WITNESS: No.

ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?

WITNESS: No.

ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?

WITNESS: No.

ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?

WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.

ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?

WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.





These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts.



Enjoy!

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Simple Truth

I searched through rebellion, drugs, diets, mysticism, religions, intellectualism and much more, only to begin to find that truth is basically simple - and feels good, clean and right.
- Chick Corea

Friday, September 21, 2012

What Women Say

Woman Say
 
Men Say
 
 



Perfect Solutions!

 
 
 

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Children


Otherwise, they're HIS children. LOL


In honor of Blondie at Blondie's Blog

Read this whenever they are driving you nuts Blondie. LOL

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

16 and Pregnant – Revisited



When I posted the picture yesterday, I really didn’t think it needed any explanation, thought it stood on its own. Now however, for reasons I’ll go into a bit later, I’ve decided to give a bit of background and thought process behind my previous post.

I was having dinner in a very nice restaurant several days ago when I overheard the following conversation:

Mother: Are you having sex with that boy?

Daughter: It’s none of your business bitch!

Father: If you get pregnant, it is our business! (What! It’s only your business if she gets pregnant? You’re not going to say anything about her calling her mother that!??? Mom? Nothing to say!???)

Mother: I’m not raising any more kids and you are only 15 years old. What are you going to do if you get pregnant?

Daughter: I’ll just go on that program “16 and Pregnant” or that other one “Teen Mom”. They pay those girls good money and they have their own apartments, nice cars, don’t have to work and sure don’t have to put up with any crap from their stupid parents!

Mother: Fine, just don’t expect any help from us.

They then continued eating their dinner. My friend and I just looked at each other. Neither one of us could believe that conversation. We both commented on how that conversation would have way different if we were that girl talking to our parents or if we were that mother and she was our daughter.

We then started discussing how those programs which proponents claim are a deterrent to teen pregnancy actually seem to be the opposite (maybe not but I don't think they stop teens from anything).

Having raised two teens (yes they did survive to become lovely young men), I know that teens have a mentality of “that won’t happen to me!” Tell them they need to wear a seat belt because statistics show there is a much higher chance of survival and less injury in an accident and their thought process is “won't happen to me”. Tell them they need to wear a seat belt or you’re pulling their keys for a month – guess who is wearing a seat belt! Teens think they are invincible and nothing bad will happen to them. So when I saw that picture, I thought, isn’t that perfect, wouldn’t it be nice to have some television shows that depicted teens and young adults striving for a goal.

There was no ulterior motive to trash, bash, or in any way denigrate teen mothers. No, a young girl who gets pregnant should not be locked away, thrown out of the house, considered to be a “bad” person, or any other negative action or thought! Accidents do happen and when they do, the family of both teens should be loving and supportive in whatever choices they make.

Here is the reason behind the explanation.

Trolls “Be Gone”

I have no problem with someone disagreeing with my opinions but I do expect that disagreement to be done in a respectful manner with no rude, insulting, obnoxious, and/or vulgar language. Then you have the nerve to extend those rude, insulting, obnoxious, vulgar comments to others who have left comments on my blog! You were cowardly in leaving those comments anonymously. Yes, I did call you cowards.

I have now given you an explanation of the thought behind the picture but I simply refuse to give you any more time or tolerate any more of your nonsense. I have now turned on "moderation" so when your nasty comments are received, they will be deleted. You are not worth my time and will not have a forum for your nonsense on my blog.

So now you have it, I apologize for the rant.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Monday, September 17, 2012

My Reality Has a Voice








Note:  I have collected these over several years and do not remember where I got all of them.  If I have posted your image without acknowledgement, please contact me and I will either include the acknowledgement or remove it, your choice.

Monday

 

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Caribbean Chicken and Sweet Potato Soup

It won't be long before quite a few people start into colder weather, so I decided to go ahead and post one of my favorite recipes that I make during the winter. I call this a soup because it's not quite as thick as a stew but it is has less broth than most soups.
Caribbean Chicken and Sweet Potato Soup
Ingredients:
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 4 cups sweet potatoes, peeled and cubed
  • 4 cups white potatoes, peeled and cubed (I use Yukon gold)
  • Cooked chicken breast, approx 5 breasts, cubed (If you don’t have time to cook the chicken breasts, you can use frozen cooked chicken (e.g., Tyson Oven Roasted diced – 22oz) or a whole roasted chicken from your supermarket deli
  • 3 (10 ounce) cans Rotel diced tomatoes w/lime and cilantro (if you cannot find these, use approx 30 ounces of canned, diced tomatoes, the juice from 2 limes, ¼ cup chopped green chilies and ¼ cup finely chopped cilantro)
  • 2 cups water
  • 1 teaspoon ground cumin
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 4 teaspoons Caribbean (or Jamaican) Jerk Seasoning
  • 2 teaspoons cocoa powder
  • ¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 cup frozen or fresh corn
  • 1 (16 ounce) can black beans, rinsed and drained
  • ¼ cup honey
  • ½ cup brown sugar
  • ¼ teaspoon red pepper flakes (optional) – can always increase after tasting
  • ½ cup chopped fresh cilantro
  • salt and pepper to taste
 Directions:
  1. Heat olive oil in a large pot over medium heat.
  2. Stir in onion and garlic; cook and stir until the onion has softened and turned translucent, about 5 minutes.
  3. Stir in sweet potatoes, chicken, tomatoes, and 2 cups of water.
  4. Add Jerk Seasoning, salt, pepper, cumin, oregano, cocoa powder, cinnamon, and red pepper flakes.
  5. Increase heat to medium-high and bring to a boil.
  6. Stir in white potatoes.
  7. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and simmer until the potatoes are tender but not mushy, 10 to 20 minutes.
  8. Add honey and brown sugar.
  9. Stir the soup occasionally to keep it from sticking.
  10. Stir in corn and black beans.
  11. Heat a few minutes until hot; top each bowl with cilantro when served.
Notes:
  • You could use all 8 cups sweet potatoes rather than 4 sweet/4 white but do not use all white – it just will not taste as good.
  • Take it easy with the spices – only add more after the soup has simmered a bit. The longer it simmers, the spicier it becomes.
  • This soup is spicy and filling – especially for growing boys.
  • It is very versatile. You can add more water and/or stock if you want to make it soupier.
  • If you are a vegetarian, simply eliminate the chicken. You can also add your favorite vegetables.
  • I usually serve this with chunks of garlic bread but you can use whatever is your family favorite.
It really is not a difficult soup to make and does not take very long.  From the time I start preparing the vegetables, it takes a bit over an hour.  Of course, like any soup or stew, the longer it simmers, the better it becomes.
Hope you enjoy!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

If You Can't Say It, Wear It!


Think I’m going to start a t-shirt business. I will print the many words that endanger some posteriors and the “Smart A$$” comments that you would really like to make during certain stressful moments but know that your tush is safer if left unsaid. They will be available in numerous colors/sizes and WHATEVER combination of words you would like.

Until I get this business off the ground (probably the second Tuesday of next week), feel free to bookmark this post and read your favorite(s) OUT LOUD if you feel the need. Remember, you are not “saying” them, you are simply reading a blog post. :D


NO!
WHATEVER!
I HEAR you.
Blah, Blah, Blah

      Ya think?

No thanks, been there, done that, have the red tush to prove it.

     What's wrong with you?
You’re crazy!
Is that all you got?
                                              That didn't hurt.
                                                                         Is that supposed to hurt?
Attitude? I ain't got no stinkin' Attitude!
                                   That does NOT count!
Pay attention!
We’ll see.
And your point is...
                                                                               Alright, Already!
Now would I do that?
                                        Nah, not me.
                                   Well, what about what you did?
At least I didn't...
Listen up!
Because you're crazy?
                                                                                      I only said...
Yadda, Yadda, Yadda
That's not a rule!"

Just get it over with why dontcha!
                I'm NOT sulking.
                                                                                  I'm not speaking to you!
Like that's really going to work.
Who me?
Okay. Fine!
Fine! Just Fine!
Are you INSANE?
           Are you HIGH?!!!
               Have you started yet?
                                                                               You are SO not fair!
Bring It On!
                              You missed a spot.
                                                                 Are you done yet?
Are you serious?
                                    Picky. Picky. Picky.
You never listen!
I do NOT deserve it!
We're having a “conversation” now?
Are you kidding me?!!!!
It’s not my fault!
Focus would ya? (Thank you Stormy!)
Well, duh.
I can’t help it. (for Joanie)
I didn’t mean to. (for Joanie)
You can't do that! (for Cowgirl Up)
Probably deserves a spanking,
but really needs a hug! (for Lillie)

Hellloo? (for Stormy)

Don't spank me when I'm talking to you! (for Stormy)

You are MEAN! (for Stormy)

YOU, YOU, OGRE!! (for Stormy)

And for the men so they don’t constantly have to repeat themselves, I will provide the following:
Do you think this is in your best interest?

This is for your own good.

You did WHAT?

We’re going to fix this now!

Don't even think about it.

Who do you obey?

It’s very clear to me what you need.

Do you really want to go there?

Who’s in charge?

Are you honestly asking me that?

How many times do I have to tell you…!

Stop that RIGHT NOW!


Who takes care of you?

WHAT did you say?


We can do this all day/night. (for Lillie)

Come Here! (for Cowgirl Up)

Hold Still! (for Cowgirl Up)

Was it worth it? (for Stormy)

You aren't just stubborn, you are bull-headed! (for Stormy)

Really? So that's how it’s going to go for you, huh? (for Stormy)


If you don't see your favorite, leave your request in a comment and I will be more than happy to add it.

Enjoy! ;)

Do You See What I See?

Courtesy of https://www.facebook.com/AwesomeTakesPractice


Do you have a dirty mind?  :)

Friday, September 14, 2012

I Always Mean What I Say



Has anyone else ever had this difficulty? :)


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Not Saving a Thing

I'm reading more and dusting less.  I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.  I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time at work.  Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure.  I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market.  My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out 28.49 for one small bag of groceries.

I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.   "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary.  If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.

I'm not sure what our loved ones who have suddenly passed on would’ve done had they known that they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted.  I think they would have called family members and a few close friends.  They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles.  I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, or for whatever their favorite food was.

I'm guessing; I'll never know.  It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited.  Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days.   Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my wife/husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them.

I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.  And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special.  Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.

Take a few minutes to to let a few people you care about know that you're thinking of them.  If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it takes right now for a quick text or message, would it be the first time you didn't do the little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?  I can tell you it certainly won't be the last.

By Ann Wells

"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."
Author unknown

Update:  Irishey was kind enough to share the link to the original story so we now know the author.  See her explanation in the comments below.  Since the quote is not part of the original article, I'm assuming it was written by someone else.  If anyone knows the author, please share so that I can properly acknowledge them.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Meet Me in the Stairwell

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001.
 
Neither will I.
 
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Good-bye." I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."
 
I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.
 
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way home -- only believe on Me now."
 
I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.
 
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.
 
I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?
 
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name -- though not all know Me.
 
Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor. 
 
Some sought Me with their last breath. 
 
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; “Come to Me... This way... take My hand."

Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. 
 
But, I was there. 
 
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do.  However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?
 
September 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end and I will be there for you as well. 
 
Seek Me now while I may be found.  
 
Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go."
 
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments. 
God

(This has been floating around by email for years but I thought that today of all days, it was appropriate to republish it.)

During the next 60 seconds, please stop whatever you are doing, and take this opportunity (really, just 1 minute) to say an "Our Father" for the families of all those who lost their lives and the responders who risked their lives due to the events of September 11, 2001:

Our Father who art in Heaven, 

Hallowed be Thy Name, 
Thy Kingdom come, 
Thy will be done, 
On Earth as it is in Heaven. 
Give us this day 
Our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. 
For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

Please don't forget to thank God for your family and friends!

Thank you and God bless.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Real Friends

 
Real friends are those who,
When you've made a fool of yourself,
Don't feel that you've done a permanent job.
 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Painting in the Bathroom

Imagine you are at a party on the tenth floor of a hi-rise building.

And then you have to visit the bathroom...

Someone tells you, "Oh yes, you have to see the painting while you are in there".

You open the door...
 

 
Now, remember, the floor is just a painting!
Would this mess up your mind?  Would you be able to walk into this bathroom?
 
KINDA TAKES YOUR BREATH AWAY.....DOESN'T IT?


You'll Never Walk Alone



When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high 
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind.
Walk on through the rain.
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on, with a hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone.
You'll never, ever walk alone.

Walk on, walk on, with a hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone.
You'll never, ever walk alone.

Walk on, walk on, with a hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone.
You'll never, ever walk alone.

For Rogue!



Saturday, September 8, 2012

I Will Never...

 
...EVER, EVER, EVER COMPLAIN!


Shampoo Warning!

A friend recently sent this warning to me. I just had to pass it on!
 
INVOLVES THE SHAMPOO WHEN IT RUNS DOWN YOUR BODY WHEN YOU SHAMPOO IN THE SHOWER!!!

WARNING TO US ALL!!!
I don't know WHY I didn't figure this out sooner!

I use shampoo in the shower!

When I wash my hair, the shampoo runs down my whole body and printed very clearly on the shampoo label is this warning,
"FOR EXTRA BODY AND VOLUME."

No wonder I have been gaining weight!

Well! I have gotten rid of that shampoo and I am going to start showering with Dawn dish soap instead. Its label reads,
"DISSOLVES FAT THAT IS OTHERWISE DIFFICULT TO REMOVE."

Such a great idea!
Let me know if it works for you. :)

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I Danced...


Anyone know a good attorney?

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Nuff said...