Monday, February 8, 2010

HEAR YEE ! HEAR YEE!

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"Anyone with needs to be prayed over, come forward, to the front at the altar,"the Preacher says.

Leroy gets in line, and when it's his turn, the preacher asks: "Leroy, what do you want me to pray about for you."

Leroy replies: "Preacher, I need you to pray for my hearing."

The preacher puts one finger in Leroy's ear, and he places the other hand on top of Leroy's head and prays and prays and prays, he prays a blue streak for Leroy.

After a few minutes, the Preacher removes his hands, stands back and asks, "Leroy, how is your hearing now?"

Leroy says, "I don't know, Reverend, it ain't til next Wednesday!"




AHH! TO BE YOUNG AGAIN!!! :)


The family wheeled Grandma out onto the lawn, in her wheelchair, where the activities for her 100th birthday were taking place. Grandma couldn't speak very well, but she could write notes when she needed to communicate. After a short time out on the lawn, Grandma started leaning off to the right, so some family members grabbed her, straightened her up, and stuffed pillows on her right. A short time later, she started leaning off to the left, so again, the family grabbed her and stuffed pillows on her left. Soon, she started leaning forward, so the family members again grabbed her, then tied a pillowcase around her waist to hold her up. A nephew who arrived late came running up to Grandma and said, "Hi, Grandma, you're looking good! How are they treating you?" Grandma took out her little notepad and slowly wrote a note to the nephew, "They won't let me fart."

A couple had been married for 50 years. They were sitting at the breakfast table one morning when the old gentleman said to his wife, "Just think, honey, we've been married for 50 years." "Yeah," she replied, "50 years ago we were sitting here at this breakfast table together." "I know," the old man said, "We were probably sitting here naked as jaybirds!" "Well..." his wife snickered, "What do you say ... should we get naked?" The old man nodded, and the two of them took all their clothes off and sat back down at the table. "You know, honey," the old lady whispered breathlessly, "My nipples are as hot for you today as they were 50 years ago." "I wouldn't be surprised," replied her husband. "One's in your coffee and the other's in your oatmeal!"

The local senior citizen care center has begun giving Viagra to the old men each night. It seems it keeps them from rolling out of bed.

· Three old ladies named Gertrude, Maude, and Tilly were sitting on a park bench having a quiet conversation when a flasher approached from across the park. He came up to the ladies, stood right in front of them, and opened his trench coat. Gertrude immediately had a stroke. Then Maude also had a stroke. But Tilly, being older and more feeble, couldn’t reach that far.

· A man decides to have a facelift for his birthday. He spends $5,000 and feels really good about the results. On his way home, he stops at a news stand and buys a paper. Before leaving, he says to the sales clerk, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but how old do you think I am?" "About 35," was the reply. "I'm actually 47," the man says, feeling really happy. After that, he goes into McDonald's for lunch and asks the clerk the same question. The reply is, "Oh, you look about 29". "I'm actually 47." Later, while standing at a bus stop, he asks an old woman the same question. She replies, "I'm 85 years old, and my eyesight is going. But when I was young, there was a sure way of telling a man's age. If I put my hand down your pants and play with your balls for 10 minutes, I will be able to tell you your exact age." As there was no one around, the man thinks, what the hell and lets her slip her hand down his pants. Ten minutes later, the old lady says, "Okay, it's done. You are 47." Stunned, the man says, "That was brilliant. How did you do that?" The old lady replies, "I was behind you at McDonald's."



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Sunday, January 31, 2010

BECAUSE


BECAUSE OF TRUE LOVE



A brother and sister had made their usual hurried, obligatory pre- Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm was where they had grown up and had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farm.

Through the years the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here, but the city hustle and bustle added more excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.


The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was getting harder, but it gave them a reason to get up in the mornings and a reason to live. They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.


Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks "Why do you not at least dispose of The Old One." She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save so you can have more for yourselves. How can this old worn out horse bring you anything but expense and work? Why do you keep her anyway?"

The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, " Yes, I could use a pair of new boots. His arm slid defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her near with gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love."


Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley.


The old couple shook their heads in sorrow that it had not been a happy visit. A tear fell upon their cheeks. How is it that these young folks do not understand the peace of the love that filled their hearts? So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One".


In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. His wife back from calling for help cradled him in her arms, clinging to each other, they wept at their loss. By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife, exhausted from their grief, huddled together before the barn.


They were speechless as they rose from the cold snow covered ground. They nodded thanks to the firemen as there was nothing anyone could do now. The old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us gather strength and climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared and pray for our beloved most precious gifts that have been taken from us.


And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old and withered hand. The journey up the hill was hard for their old bodies in the steep snow. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in amazement at the incredible beauty before them. Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. They were breathless as the old man held his wife tighter in his arms.


Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There, beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing in the darkness was their Christmas gift. Shadows glistening in the night light. Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow.


The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new years crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now, she lay among them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his wife.


Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift--- Because of love.


Only Because of love. Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise and joy... And again the peace of love filled their hearts.

This is a true story. Willy Eagle


This is an Inspirational message sent to a small group of people.My hope is that it will make your day just a little bit better.

LIFE"S LIKE THAT.....ISN'T IT???

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A group of 40 years old buddies discuss where they should go for dinner. Finally it is agreed that they should meet at the Gausthofzum Lowen restaurant because the waitress's there have low cut blouses and nice breasts.

10 years later, at 50 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should meet.
Finally it is agreed that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen because the food there is very good and the wine selection is good also.

10 years later at 60 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should meet.
Finally it is agreed that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen, for the peace and quiet and the restaurant is smoke free.

10 years later, at 70 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should meet.
Finally it is agreed that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen because the restaurant is wheel chair accessible and they even have an elevator.

10 years later, at 80 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should meet. Finally it is agreed that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen because they have never been there before.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Prodigal Sons

love

In life people all take a beating.

One story from the Bible is about the Prodigal Son.

Prodigal - meaning wasteful and lavish.

The story goes that a father gave one son his inheritance and he went out into the world and wasted it.
As long as he had money he had friends and when the money was gone he ended up with nothing so he went home.
Just like the person who had sex without love, he castrated himself by spending his inheritance and ended up with nothing.

Even as a servant, his Father fed and paid better than the life he led without money in the outside world.


So he came back and his Father was so happy he gave him a fat calf and a ring.

This act hurt the son who stayed behind and worked to preserve the Fathers wealth and made it grow.

The story is simple and teaches or is supposed to teach that all three, father and two sons were prodigal.

To me the word prodigal refers to inheritance and finance but in this story it refers to feelings and actions as well.


The philosophy lies in between the times this story was told and todays world where a lot of things have changed.

In todays world those who do bad seem to be rewarded. We see this in families collecting social welfare for their mistakes,dead beat dads who keep going on making kids and women fighting over them, knowing full well they can't hold onto them.
We see this in private firms such as banks, insurance companies, Government, charity groups, churches and temples and companies selling stocks where CEO's help themselves to the money people entrust to them to do the right thing.

We see prodigal sons everywhere in this world, being rewarded for "mistakes".

The horrible difference lies in the fact that it is one thing when one makes an honest mistake and needs teaching to know the difference and quite another thing, when one goes to make mistakes knowing full well that they are doing wrong. This is not a mistake anymore.

If we are all prodigal sons, then where is the truth?
Where is the love?
When will society learn to live by example. Our children learn from the past. If there is nothing to teach, they will stop learning.
You cannot go through life making up excuses for bad behavior. If it is all ok, then there is nothing left to teach.
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Friday, January 15, 2010

To Err is Human to Forgive Divine



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When will people understand the difference between love and sex?
Love is so much more. There is no going back with love.

Love is IT!!!!!
Groan and Bear it. lol
Love is forever.
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Monday, January 4, 2010

2010

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year to everyone.....


I would like to wish each and everyone of you and your families and close ones a very Happy New Year, filled with Joy, Happiness, Health and prosperity...do take care of your families and close ones for that's what Life is all about...this time of the year reminds me, as a little girl growing up, of our close knit family, which consisted my mom, dad, Baboushka, Dedoushka, uncles, aunts and cousins...my Dad and I would go shopping on St-Lawrence street in Montreal for the meal to be prepared for a once a year feast to be enjoyed by the entire family...my aunt and her family used to drive down from NY state to celebrate the New Year with us...those were the days...these are the fond memories of a child grown up and nurtured in a loving and caring family...I have since grown up, married my sweetheart and had children of my own and we still do the same traditional stuff at New Year's...even though, sadly, my parents are no longer phyically with us, their spiritual presence and love is felt by each one of us at the New Year's table and toasts...May they rest in peace till we meet again eternally in a life beyond...
God Bless you all and Happy New Year to All.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR

 



I guess holidays mean different things to different people.

This particular holiday for me is in celebration of our Jesus's birth.
We call it a Christmas Day.

As the Christ grew he learned many things. He tried to teach and shepherd many
into understanding what humanity is and how important it is to behave since
we have the potential to self destruct.

Peace on Earth and Good Will to Men he preached.
To all men who believe in his Father.

For he is the Father to us all.

It sounds rather funny that we fight over our prophets and religious leaders, because
they are all speaking in the name of the ONE FATHER and his message to all is to live in peace.
understand one another, love one another, accept one another.
Why do we not hear and understand?

Jesus was no different.
Did he exist?
Is he a fable? A legend??
Does it matter?

What matters is that to this day
we criticize one another as if we did not all have and know
THE GOOD THE BAD and THE UGLY.

We demonstrate this when we destroy what is good and replace it with
what hurts innocent people, families and children.

When we take pride in sin and the wicked, saying everything is ok,
we deny them hearing what is good, gentle and kind.
This is what Jesus stood for and loved.
Because of his ideas, people come of their own free will, to love him.

We can't help any one if they do not understand why we are protecting them,
for we took out the most important person in whose
name we are doing all these things for.......
the Father,the Son, and the Holy Spirit. For this is who Jesus stood for.
This is who he was.

On this day we try to share in the good by greeting each other with joy and
gift exchanging as the wise men who followed a star, did,
casting away the bad and the ugly from the spirit of mankind,
which was, even then, hunting and killing, new born babes.

So on this Note I wish every one a Very Merry Christmas!!!!!
May there be enough turkey and cranberries and love feasting at your table .
May every day be filled with the spirit of Christmas as you walk through
your paths in life.

If only every day were Christmas. What a glorious world this would be.
God Bless you all!!!
:)
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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Christmas Tatty


And as far as Tats go, this tat is the big Meow!

He reminds me of Garfield a little and I am sure he will delight in all the Christmas goodies hanging on the tree.

What lurks behind those sad, bored eyes?

Is he sitting under Cat nip mistleto?

Is he watching a little mouse scampering around a piece of cheese?

Or maybe he's Santa's helper making sure every one is asleep when Santa unloads his presents under the tree.
He might be an elf making sure no one steels the presents

Maybe he is a present to some wonderful boy or girl?

Or maybe he is watching the train go round and round the train track getting him sleepier and sleepier?

It could be he is sitting indulging in the aroma of pine needles, cinnamon buns and scented candles Or smelling the sweet apple bark crackling in a warm fireplace.

A shot of cherry brandy might be making him feel warm and fuzzy.

Or maybe he doesn't believe in Christmas.

My adult children do because they love Santa. He only comes to those who believe in the love, magic and spirit of Christmas.
And Christmas is about love and the joy of birth and giving.

Whatever is behind those eyes, I am sure it's about the wonders of Christmas and how nice it is making him feel just now.

Yup

He is exactly like Garfield.
Bored lazy and happy.

Cousins?:)

garfield christmas


Thursday, December 17, 2009

Being Tupac Educated.



Last night my son and I had quality time together.
We passed the football and I found I still had it. lol
During this time we again got onto the subject of rap.
My son admires Tupac.
He got me a link and we sat down and listened to his interview with a reporter when he was 17 years old.

I was impressed. I told my son, Tupac's views were no different than my own.
Then my son showed me a written version of the young man's rap.
It was clean, no swearing, no abuse of women.
He basically just really tried to get kids to do the right thing.

It became confusing.


I told my son something is missing. There must be more to this story. He must be involved in either drugs,guns or gangs. My son said no but then, I found out the boy's Mom was a Black Panther.
Then it all clicked together.
Going back in time, this was a time when the USA was involved in a Cold War with the USSR and Cuba.
Talking to a communist, let alone being one, was enough to put you in jail.
The US had serious problems.
The Black Panthers was a serious group to contend with, fighting for black rights and communism.
Malcolm X was a communist revolutionary.
His Mom was raped by a white man and he hated white people so he changed his last name by putting an X behind Malcolm.
Malcolm X and the Black Panthers were involved with each other.
Malcolm X was working towards breaking up the US into two countries, black and white.

Anyway. Tupac said his Mom could not get a good job because of her Black Panther background. It haunted her wherever she went, so they had to live in poor rough areas and he didn't like it.
It seems his Mom groomed him very well because he was a well spoken young man.


In California he reformed the Black Panther's. I think this was where he went wrong.
No one wants the rehashing of this period in time.You need to work inside the system, like Obama, not outside. The Lenin ideology did not work.

I told my son, first it takes half your life to study and learn before you find a voice to have an opinion worth airing.
Second, you can be an entertainer or politician or a revolutionary.
Third -The first two ....ahhh .....people may or may not like uniting but a revolutionary .......is a whole new ball game.
Revolutionaries usually stay clear of the public.
They are more like Bin Laden, hidden, hated and hunted.
My son admitted to Tupoc being a revolutionary. I asked him how having views people all agree on, made him a revolutionary?
Well now we get back into the Black Panthers.
My son said this group was not a big part of his life, he was a kid.
I told him that may be so, but his Mother was and no one knows how deep he was involved.
Obviously enough to step on a few toes.
My son said his death was a random drive by shooting but I have to question this.

We left the conversation with me saying it was too bad Tupac ended up the way he did.
He could have made his money and done something good with it, not just for black people but white people as well and why not even for the world?
He had what it took had he not got involved in something which had nothing to do with him or his life.
The Black Panthers was his Mother's time and since then, a lot of things have changed.
People are tired of fighting. Every one wants peace.


You learn from the past.


You don't repeat it.
:)





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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR


Twinkle Twinkle Little Star









When I was a little girl, around two years old, I still remember the quality time I spent with my grandfather.He would always be at work but when he was home, he would sit at the kitchen table, with a pencil and paper figuring some math thingy.
He had the nicest hand writing and I would love to watch him scroll.

I would sit at the other end of the table in my high chair.

My Grand dad never got angry. In all the years I have known him, he never so much as raised his voice.

I still picture him sitting at the end of the table smoking his cigarette and looking at me with a twinkle in his eye.

Then he’d say KOONYA ( I still don’t know what that means) to draw my attention. Then he’d take his fore finger and point it first to his head and then to the table to show me I was as empty headed as a piece of wood. Then he would stick out his tongue and bite it and I'd giggle away and he would watch me with great satisfaction.

I was empty headed because I thought he was cool and looked forward to him sitting down at the table every day, just to beat him to the punch and call him, Deda,…..then I would do the same, point to my head and then almost break my little finger poking the table and stick my tongue out at him.

He would sit and laugh with this twinkling that I loved so much and I would too.

My Grand mother and Mother would be upset with me but they blamed him for teaching me to be rude, saying, she only does this to you.lol

But he and I had a relationship and I knew I was very special to him.

When I got older, around five or six, I went to my grand mother and I asked her if my granddad was a Saint.

She raised her eye brows and began to laugh . A Saint??? Oh no my dearest. He is not a Saint .

She walked away laughing and made sure to tell the whole family what I thought of her husband.

But my Grand dad was a Saint.
Who but a Saint would walk on the streets when bombs fell like hail while every one hid in bunkers? They thought he was crazy but he knew he was safe.

He had a Saints twinkle in his eye. He would always take me to the corner store to buy cigarettes for him and a bag of 5 cent candy for me. He always worked, never yelled, never took part in arguments. Didn't like to be a part of social spectacles. People would party and he would sit and nap.
He never boasted or drank.
He was always working or tinkering with some tool or machine always thinking about how he could invent something or make something work better.

He was a simple man putting on no airs and he loved me.
We did not need to talk to understand each other and I'd love sitting beside him.

He was my Saint and now that I think about it, maybe I was his Angel.
I was the one he liked to look at to inspire him.
At least I'd like to think so but I am sure he loved all his grand children.

A few days before my 13th birthday, he died.
That night, he visited every home to say good bye.

I woke up at night (it seemed around 11:30) and looked up, to find his kind face looking down at me with the same twinkle and smile

I said good night Grand Dad feeling safe and warm knowing he was watching over me, turned on my side and went back to sleep

The next morning my Mom said she was washing dishes and when she turned around he was sitting at the table like he usually did and asked her for a cup of coffee. She said sure Dad and then it dawned on her that he died. She turned around but he was gone.

It is funny we both had a story to tell the next morning.

We both saw him clear as day.

Christmas is a day of miracles . It is a day of birth and celebration. It is a day of Angels and Saints.

The true gifts lie in the simple, innocent and true relationships we have with our family and friends .My grandfather gave me many gifts without giving me anything.
He was my Saint.

The token gifts are for appreciating having this time to be born to celebrate the true nature of the holiday, a new born babe in swaddling clothes,
who looks into your soul with twinkling eyes, innocence, love, and pure joy.

There is nothing like it in the whole world.

My Grand father had a twinkle in his eye.
The Wise men saw the eye of God twinkle that night of nights, showing them the way to the child who would shepherd us and show us all the way.

Some of us still lose the way but all we have to do is look up into the sky and he will still be there, filling our lungs with the essence of nothing short of splendor.

Lungs full of air ,swell up the heart and feed us with energy, hope, the will to succeed . This in turn, helps us seek and find the path to follow to reach our goals
All from a twinkling twinkling little star.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Christmas Caroling



Walking for the first time in down town Vancouver, happened to be around the Christmas period for me.
What made it special, was seeing Christmas carolers, dressed in costumes of days of old .
They were just like my Christmas cards I had tucked away for safe keeping, treasured memories of days gone by,
when people used to go to ice rinks and live in small towns with small churches and horse drawn carriages.
Looking at these cards allowed me to dream about how pleasant, kind and nice life could be.

It reminded me of days in Montreal on St Catherine Street when all three of our biggest stores,
Simpsons, Eatons and The Hudsons Bay Co.behaved like a big family,
filling their windows full of wonderful winter scenes, elves, trains, Christmas trees and boxes and boxes of presents.
Those windows were always packed with people, who just couldn’t get enough of these displays.
I was one of them.

In Vancouver, suddenly, snow flakes began falling on quiet empty streets because families
were all at home enjoying a few days of long awaited rest.
I was a visitor, far away from home, looking for the hotel with the “big green roof” to have my Christmas meal in.lol

It was a lonely time of year for me that year but inside the hotel, the buffet was great and the people seemed to be quietly enjoying it.
During the week of my visit, I frequented many an establishment and saw people singing carols in many different ways.
They turned them into rock and roll and today into rap.

It seems that every generation has a love and a use for them.

Our heritage traditions are unique and they are what makes this country a special place to live.
Christmas is just as important as the Thanksgiving Turkey on our table.

Granted, some people just don’t care about holidays or celebrations of any kind.. They sit like Uncle Scrooges and Grinches complaining,
feeling they are doing this country a favor by getting rid of the past, which reminds people of colonialism, emperialism and the world wars.

They seem to think that by getting rid of all the memories, people will heal and have nothing more to gripe about.
There has never been a day in history where people didn’t complain and there never will be.
Some just live to complain.
Historians believe we cannot run away from our past.

We can learn from it, celebrate it, understand it, share it,
try not to repeat it but it is never healthy to keep it hidden in a closet
like it never happened, because it did.


Some people may not like Carolers or Christmas or the Bible but like it or not, this country was built on these institutions
and they are things all Canadians have, to be proud of.

These are things I will tell my grand children about and they will tell theirs and one day
maybe they will become just stories to remember written in some musty history book.

One day some one will pick up a book of Legends and read it and say Hey! Now there’s an idea.

Lets do a Carolers Day or a Christmas Day because it brought peace and joy and comfort to a lot of families and while
we’re at it maybe the idea of FAMILY should be revived as well and Thanks giving.

Now why do you think they got rid of all these things? They’d ask.

Because……………. Good things …………….never die.


Brenda Lee Rockin Around the Christmas Tree.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Birds Fly South


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Bird migration is something quite remarkable.
These little homeless birdies weave nests out of
whatever scraps they may find, lay eggs, raise families,
and then fly south for winter.
Every spring they come back.

I have to ask myself why do they come back?
It is so much warmer in the south.
Is it maybe too warm and they don't like it?
Or maybe our food up north tastes better? lol
They get no checks in the mail and certainly have no one to answer to.

What ever the reason for their coming back, what is
remarkable, is that they are strong and healthy
and they do this flight every year.

What is even more interesting is that birds are homeless.

They are like some tribes that believe soil belongs to no one.
It was there before man and will still be there after mankind dies.

We have many homeless people today and every year the numbers are getting bigger.
Society looks down upon these people as if they did something wrong or are not
of the same caliber as the rest who have homes to go to.
Rest assured,society is wrong.
Homelessness can happen to any one, even the richest of people.

It is for this reason that I feel society has to help the homeless.
If you do not want to open your home to a stranger, then at least let him live amongst you in peace.
As long as he is drug and alcohol free, there should be no problem.

As for homeless people, there is no reason why they should suffer in winter.
The government supplies them monthly checks and this money can be used to go south to much cheaper places to live for the winter months.
In fact I am surprised our governments haven't come up with this idea.
310 dollars a month could go a long way in another country.

People suffer because there is no one to do the right thing.
No one to organize to make it easier to survive but it doesn't mean it can't be done.

Whenever I see some one thumbing a ride south, that is exactly what I think he/she is doing.
Just like the birds, they are migrating south for the winter.
What I dislike about our MLA's ,
is that we pay them to think and all the do is whine.

Whining is the the public's domain. Finding answers, solutions, is what we pay government to do.



Johnny Denver – Today While the Blossoms still Cling to the Vine

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Christmas. The Essence of Mankind.


As the snowy, cold, festive season approaches, many sit depressed,
to see life isn't cracked up to what they thought it would be.

The ho hum life of getting up in the morning,
getting ready for school or a job they hate.
Maybe housecleaning is not a forte they enjoy
but the dishes are piled up from the night before.
What is one to do?

I can't help but go back to when people had nothing after the war.
People like my grand mother and even my parents whose youth and even life,
was lost, in running from fear, sitting in labor camps and receiving beatings in front of sharp toothed German Shepherds.

That to me, would be very depressing.
I would be angry to have some one rip my life away like this
Not these people.
They were survivors.

They saw the humor in things going wrong. They understood the world's insanity.
It looked pretty threatening and cold and yet it was wonderful
and people valued each other's warmth and
shared in what little there was to share.

What more could go wrong? They'd ask.
And sure enough something more always did and they
would find the humor in it and go on living,
working harder, to make it better.

One had to respect that.
I watched my grandparents and parents who took nothing for granted.
They blessed their food every day.
They took great pride in the shelter they owned working,
dollar down dollar a week. No job was too demeaning. They were free people.
Recycling was not something governments had to be involved in
Everyone knew to do that.
Every bolt, every screw could be reused somewhere else.

They worked and they grew their gardens and they pickled winter preserves, made their own jams, their own moon shine, their own juices, their own clothes and they had so much fun competing as to who made what the best, over a table eating cabbage soup with potatoes tomatoes, beets and meat the butcher cut from the cow or pig they brought to slaughter, animals they raised, on food they wanted to grow them on.

Simple fun in taking pride in what you do,
Becoming the best that you can be, at doing the things you know how to do.
Every one took part in helping every one, continuing to learn, and sharing in the bounty.

What happened to those people?
Where are they today?
No wonder life is boring.

There is no more craziness, no more life or living.

People are bored and heart broken and keep asking is this all there is?
They need to be entertained 24 hours a day.
Even actors can't keep up with the demand.

Today when we want something, we run to stores or whine and blame our parents and our government for things we don't have. We make them responsible for our lives, blame them for our shortcomings and failures, instead of taking pride in the life God made us a gift of.

Life is something to be treasured and celebrated.
It is a gift of breath and sight and wonder.
Every day is a new day to be experienced, in a new way and I have to say at this moment, that if you do not experience and learn something new every day, it is your own fault.

The world has so much to offer man, that there is no time for boredom or depression.
There is no time to sit idle believing solutions lie in drugs and alcohol.
No time to run away. Where are you running to anyway? What's out there that you can't find here? It's just another piece of soil.
One needs to stay awake to appreciate what there is out there and clouding ones eyes just makes it harder to see or fools gold.

We say wars are insane and the people who make them are insane but if we still keep searching for a way out, in a land of plenty..........
Is that not insanity too?

When will mankind ever be happy?
Mankind is never happy unless it suffers.
Only when a man suffers, does he see the light and the joy and meaning of life.

Every day we wake up is a blessing. Insanity is a blessing.
It gives us an outlet to laugh........and this is also a blessing.
When you laugh it's because you see the humor, the irony of life.
In humor, you also see the light to guide you.
Instead of a whiner, man takes pride in becoming a survivor.

Celebrating Christmas is a time of joy.
In spite of all the hardships Mary and Joseph encountered, they found hope in a good person who showed them where their baby could be born and they found joy in receiving a healthy baby boy in spite of all the odds against them and people, who came to share in their joy following a brightly lit star that guided them.
Christmas is a miracle story about simple people suffering and surviving
It is a story about the essence and greatness of mankind.

Life has no time for depression.
Every day is something to be celebrated because
every day is waking up to the pangs of new birth.

Blue Spanish Eyes - Elvis Presley

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Do I Make You Crazy?


MAYBE I’M CRAZY ........... about you.


We had a street full of fun neighbors. It was like a big family

Every one visited each other in their pyjamas.

If your light was on at 2 a m and they couldn’t sleep, we’d hear a knock on the door or

in the morning for break fast, some one would always pop in to share a coffee by the pool

Sometimes you’d wake up and look outside to see your neighbor cleaning your pool giving you hell for not cleaning it on time lol

6 am??????

It was great. This was about the same time when I was at my brattiest, monkeying around, doing things others would die of shame.

Like the time I brought a chair and sat in the middle of the street in front of my friend's house with some kids.

We clowned around, hooted and hollered with balloons, bells and whistles and party hats, dressed as clowns,

doing the splits and hoola hoop, singing Happy Birthday etc…. when we saw her husband come home from work.

It was a birthday he will never forget.

We did it for half an hour before we left, totally embarrassing him.

Then the time at school when the principal was giving a speech and saying something like, well you know,,, it’s like,

You will never kiss the person next to you. It’s just socially not done.

I stood up and said never say never.

Nothing wrong with that and chomped a biggy on my friend’s cheek.

She blushed from ear to ear holding her purse tight and all the parents burst out laughing.

We sure dumfounded the principal. He didn’t know what to say then.

I blew his speech right out the window, brazen woman that I was.

lol

I asked other people around “Who else wants one?” and they all laughed and clapped their hands.

Inside I kept hoping he was right and that I wouldn’t get in too deep with this one. Loll

Kissing my friend was easy. Loll Watching her blush was even more fun than watching the Principal swearing under his breath lol

But it sure was a needed gafaw to make people laugh, with all of life’s pressures.

Lots has changed since then but not life’s pressures.
We just keep carrying them around on our backs and they keep getting heavier.

We had this tiny man walking this huge BULL MASTIFF by our house every day.

The dog was a horse and wore a Captain’s hat.

I have never seen one like it since. The leg of this dog, above the ankle, must have been at least 4 inches across.

The head was the size of a small horse except it was round and wide.

I thought if he ever chomped on someone, it definitely would be the end.

I said to the guy:" Gosh, you can ride him. What happens if he sees a cat or something?"

He said not this dog. He is perfectly trained.

Too bad he didn’t have a bag to collect what the dog was not trained for lol.

We had a great street where nothing was impossible to see or to do

Halloween was a lot of fun. I dressed up like a humped witch and we acted out the Hansel and Gretel story one year, on the front lawn,

making kids afraid to be cooked and made into pudding.

We had a cauldron full and I told them this is what they will become if they stepped into my house for candy. Loll

Another time I dressed up as an angry witch with a Disney land shot gun scaring not only the kids but the parents as well.Being yelled at by a person in a mask can be scary not to mention hard to repeat all night.

When some one would come up my walk I’d run out screaming, asking why they came here, to steal my candy? and then forgiving them and giving them their treats.

They had to be brave and dig for it in my pocket while snakes came out from behind my collar.

Every one told every one they met, to go to this house. Loll

My oldest walked in front of the house very slowly like the grim reaper for effect.

Going crazy sometimes is a lot of fun especially if you have a good group to go crazy with. Loll

You make lots of good memories not only for yourself but for all the people living around you

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

COLORFUL BRIDE AND GROOM

 
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18 + Joke

A young man was planning to get married and asked his
doctor how he could tell if his bride is a virgin
The doctor said, 'Well, you need three things. A
can of red paint, a can of blue paint and a shovel..'
The man was astonished and asked, 'So what do I do
with these?'The doctor replied, 'Before the wedding
night, you paint your one ball red and the other ball
blue. If she says, 'That's the strangest pair of balls
I ever saw', you hit her over the head with the shovel.'
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This is naughty but I had to laugh. I asked my husband how would this work if a woman did this to a man to find out if he was a virgin?
Would he say I never had a woman as kinky as you? lol


Honey Honey Abba

SOUPA MAN

 
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My Husband loves his oxtail soup and his vine leaves.God forbid anyone touches his pots. He hugs them and keeps them close.No one else gets a chance to eat his favorite meals. Its funny. (He's joking of course).

So I made up this song for him to the

Honey in the morning Honey in the evening Honey at supper time.

You’re my little honey and I love you all the time. tune.

Remember that song.?

Well I sing:

Soupa in the morning soupa in the evening Soupa at supper time

I just love my soup and I hug the pot all the time

I put my arms around it and smell it till I die

I will eat this soup forever till the end of time

Soupa in the morning soupa in the evening soupa at supper time

I will eat this soup forever cause the smell is very fine.

Loll

My hubby liked this song and we sang it together this morning loll

That’s our personal special song.:)

Monday, December 7, 2009

U R MY LIFE

 
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One day u will ask me:
What is more important to u,
me or ur life?

I will say:
my life..!

You will walk away from me
without knowing that

U R MY LIFE!

Mario Lanza You are my love
You're the sun in my sky

Slipper Squares.

 



These little buggers were sooo much fun to make.
I almost felt bad when I ran out of squares.

I began making random squares for a blanket.
I saw Michaels asking people to throw some into their outdoor box to make blankets for the poor, but mine were not 8x8.
Seeing I didn't have enough for a blanket I decided I would try something else and ended up with these.

All you do is sew up the squares and then if you want to make them soft warm souls just crochet another small patch to sew on the bottom.

I have a lot of them and even added a few for grown ups
Very handy to give as gifts and to keep for visitors when they visit.
Also when you visit some one just pop them into your purse.

I noticed the nice ballerina type purse slippers I always used to buy for a few bucks in the store to put into your purse to wear in other peoples homes sell for 32 dollars today.
Oh well mine are much better, much cheaper, softer and warmer.
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King Tut Mask 2009

 



I wish I could take credit for this one but I can't.
It was a school project my son had to do recently.
He and his friend had to make a King Tut Mask.

My son used different colored play dough and he liked the result.
BUT
What happened was that as it dried, it began to crack..

So....... Help Mom! lol

I told him first off to use a brush and cover it with glue to prevent it from completely falling apart.

Then I figured the next step would be to use toilet paper which splits into very thin sheets.
When you put glue on the piece you work on, you can smooth the paper onto the surface, with the glue,
with a wet brush.

So he did that and it gave it a lovely textured look but it no longer had the different
colored play dough which he liked.

So then I found my old gold spray paint can( praying OH God I hope I don't have to buy a new one cause the spray thingy is clogged. I hate school projects cause you spend so much money on art supplies just to throw it away later)
I used it to recycle a old piece of furniture. Thankfully it worked but just a little, enough for him to spray his masterpiece.

Then came the art work and he had to paint on all the lines the eyes.
Then we had to figure out how to present it.
The dollar store had great framed canvasses. I thought hmmm.
If you inverse it, it makes a fine frame.
So we got black poster board the framed canvass and it was off to finish the project.

It is so hard to get teenagers to spend time with you, so I had great time helping my son to figure things out without actually doing anything lol
He appreciated it, cause to leave it the way it was, just with the play dough, was not going to work.lol

He glued the poster board into the back of the framed canvass and then the King Tut Mask onto that.
It dried over night and Voila..... an A grade on something he himself was surprised to have achieved and something he was very proud of himself.

This piece is sure to be something I want framed and put in his room.
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Sunday, December 6, 2009

Christmas Canvass Coloring

 



This was a fun project to do and very easy for kids and parents to spend a quality evening together coloring.

I got a painters canvass for the floor from Home Depot.
I cut it into the length I wanted and drew pictures on it.

This canvass is easy to color with felts and /or you can use acrylic paint.

You can sew up the sides or do whatever finishing you may want and use it for carpet covers for Christmas or as a Table cloth or a couch cover. Actually it could go anywhere depending on what you draw on it.You can even turn it into a curtain.

If you varnish it, it will be easy to wipe off any spill from it or it can be put under a clear plastic table cover or glass.

What is good about it though, is the fun a family could have being creative and since it is reusable you can put the dates and names and anything else you may want to remember the year it was made.

I had fun making this one.
I could still put more stuff on it but I didn't know what else to do. lol

I didn't want to over crowd it and risk destroying what was turning out so nice.
:)
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CHRISTMAS THROW




This is one project that I have been working on.
It was to be a present for my Son.

I love to do things for my Family .
I like to leave things for them to remember me by,
having things from my own Gramma I treasure to this day.
I picture her doing them and I know my kids will do the same.

As it happens, this throw will be even more memorable.
I finished it the day His High School won the Provincials
I will write more about this on another post.

Hope you enjoy the throw The pattern is so easy and enjoyable to do.
I made 45 blocks, one color at a time. 45 yellows, 45 reds, etc..
I used 40 for the throw and then two blocks(for front and back) for each pillow I made two pillows.
It worked out fine. I have one block left for good luck which will probably throw me into beginning another throw with. lol

I CAN'T BELIEVE I MADE GRANNY SQUARES :)

Square Dancing




SQUARE DANCING!!

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YAAAHOOOO!!!!!

Monday, October 5, 2009

THESE MORNING WALKS ARE KILLING ME!


Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Olivia Newton John

Love is letting go of fear.

It’s always about LOVE.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Hairy Mail

MR POSTMAN


AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS KIDDIN???

He must also be going through the change of life like Marge Simpson.lol

Wat you see, is wat you get.

You can luv im

You can hate im

Or luv to hate im

As Stevie Wonder says:.

Things Dad Will Never Say

  1. Well, how about that! I'm lost. Looks like we'll have to stop and ask for directions.
  2. You know, pumpkin. Now that you're thirteen, you'll be ready for unchaperoned car dates. Won't that be fun?
  3. I noticed that all your friends have a certain negative attitude. I like that!
  4. You want a car....let me get it for you.!
  5. Here's a credit card and the keys to my new car. Go crazy!
  6. What do you mean you want to play football? Figure skating not good enough for you, son?
  7. Your Mother and I are going away for the weekend. You might want to consider throwing a party.
  8. Well, I don't know what's wrong with your car. Probably one of those doo-hickey thingies.

You know, that makes it run or something. Just have it towed to a mechanic and pay whatever he asks.

  1. No son of mine is going to live under this roof without an earring. Now, quit your belly aching and let's go to the mall.
  2. What do you want to go and get a job for? I make plenty of money for you to spend.
  3. Father's Day? Ah, don't worry about that. It's no big deal!

Monday, September 28, 2009

FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END.


As we walk through the miracle of life

Time seems to sift through our fingers.

We search the horizon as if we see it for the first time

And indeed we do see it for the first time

Every day……….. through different eyes

Barbara Streisand The Way We Were.

Friday, September 25, 2009

ROBERT DE NIRO - DEER HUNTER


MAN’S COMPLICATED SPIRIT


THEY SAY WHEN THE BEAR PRESENTS ITSELF TO YOU TO BE KILLED, SO YOU SURVIVE

IT BECOMES YOUR SPIRIT BEAR.

There are many legends about this in Indian folklore.

Why do we need spirit animals?
To some, the spirit appears as this particular animal, because it’s a symbolic representation of the strength of that spirit.

That spirit is attracted to a person because they need those strengths.

For example, a spirit guide who takes the form of a dog might be offering the gifts of obedience and loyalty.

A hawk might be the spirit of freedom and power.

The Deer is fast, a good kicker, and yet soft and fragile.

Spirit guides can also appear in various ways such as dreams, visions, or might come to the person in the form of the animal in real life.

The bear is cunning, powerful and can beat most of your enemies.

But what about man?

What about when man is forced to face himself, like in a game of Russian Roullette?

What does it mean when we present ourselves, to ourselves, in this deadly game?

Do we present ourselves to live or to die?

In the movie 1978 Deer Hunter
We see just this sort of thing happening.

Robert De Niro is great in this movie.

HMMMM.

Cavatina from the Deer Hunter.

A clip from the movie

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Moo Aerobics


The attached clip is how I feel coming home from lunch with my friends.

But Bob here….

Well …

I guess he wouldn’t mind her mooing in his ear loll



Bob Hope Roast

video

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

COOL HAND LUKE – PAUL NEWMAN

“What we have here is failure to communicate.”


Whether he be eating 50 eggs, playing poker, or just a quiet dare devil,

Paul Newman never failed to entertain in this old movie.

He was beaten, but never defeated.

This seems to be the message being sent to the public.

When you fall down, get up, brush yourself off and keep going.

COOL HAND LUKE lived and died with a smile.

He knew the score.

I loved seeing all the other actors who became famous in their own movies.

Cool Hand Luke...watch the clip

Little Johnny....


Prayer

Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his grandmother's house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served.

When little Johnny received his plate he started eating right away.

"Johnny, wait until we say our prayer."

"I don't have to," the boy replied.

"Of course you do," his mother insisted. "We say a prayer before eating at
our house."

"That's at our house," Johnny explained, "but this is Grandma's house, and she knows how to cook."

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I LOVE Lucy....


Lucy McGillicuty – Ricardo The Funny girl with red locks.

What a swell show that was.

She kept you laughing in spite of yourself.

Lucy was a sight for sore eyes.

She has long passed on but

Enjoy the Clip...I love Lucy

EVERYONE LOVES LUCY!!!

Monday, September 21, 2009

ONLY IN CANADA









Swimming with polar bears ?
There's a place in the world where children can swim among polar bears.
Since July 2004, in the little town of Cochrane , northern Ontario ,
you can visit the Polar Bear Habitat.

It's a kind of local zoo where people can live the once-in-a-lifetime
experience of an outdoor swim with polar bears.
Of course, the humans are in a different pool, separated from the bears'
habitat by just a layer of glass.

Can you see the water drops now?

Mrs Hughes....

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

She Walks in Beauty



She walks in beauty like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
meets in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
had half impair'd the nameless grace
which waves in every raven tress,
or softly lightens o'er her face -
where thoughts serenely sweet express
how pure, how dear their dwelling - place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
the smiles that win, the tints that glow,
but tells in days of goodness spent,
a mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent.

George Gordon Byron

For some love is blind and for others,
love is a blushing pink, or
pure as the stars in the night.
But alas music plays and it gets hot.
Love shows its true passion, its' secrets, its' twists and turns.
As you bare your breasts and your heart, love is finally yours.
It is invincible.
It cannot be denied or forgotten for
it will burn into all who touch it,
leaving its' mark.

Beware of love
Once smitten......it is.....
for ever.

Percy Sledge When a Man Loves a Woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQh112HQsoE

Sunday, September 13, 2009

ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR


Toda Ona Vida

To women who dream to men who dream
but mainly
To those who dare to build a world with their eyes wide open.
Two beggars are sitting side by side on a street in Rome. One has a cross in front of him; the other one the Star of David. Many people go by and look at both beggars, but only put money into the hat of the beggar sitting behind the cross. A priest comes by, stops and watches throngs of people giving money to the beggar behind the cross, but none give to the beggar behind the Star of David. Finally, the priest goes over to the beggar behind the Star of David and says,"My poor fellow, don't you understand? This is a Catholic country, this city is the seat of Catholicism. People aren't going to give you money if you sit there with a Star of David in front of you, especially when you're sitting beside a beggar who has a cross. In fact, they would probably give to him just out of spite."
The beggar behind the Star of David listened to the priest, turned to the other beggar with the cross and said: "Moishe, look who's trying to teach the Goldstein brothers about marketing."



Life’s like that.
:)

Friday, September 11, 2009

The Game of Survival

video


Nature keeps everyone on their toes.
Life is no laughing matter unless of course you are on the Johnny Carson show.

Here is a clip with first time appearances of some of our best comedy entertainers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfUVxIUkmA0&feature=related

Enjoy.

Monday, September 7, 2009

DARE WE DREAM,, THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM.


Sunday, September 6, 2009

"SEA FEVER"...A Story of Perseverance.


"SEA FEVER" I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sails shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gipsy life,To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.- John MasefieldThe poem
Sea Fever was written by John Masefield many years ago. The Old Man and The Sea.

Friday, September 4, 2009

The Hills Are Alive, With the Sound of Music




My heart wants to beat like the wings of a bird.

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Greetings to all my readers



This is so pretty, I had to share.

Sorry guys I am very busy right now.

Was a very busy summer.

Enjoy...this...click to view

Monday, August 24, 2009

To The End of the World for Love



Let M Love …….or Let me……..still love.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Wooly Bully...dancin



Wooly Bully

Sam The Sham and the Pharaos

John O'Hara & His Playboys - Wooly Bully 1965

WOOLY BULLY (Domingo Samudio)

Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw.
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Hatty told Matty, "Let's don't take no chance.
Let's not be L-seven, come and learn to dance."
Wooly bully, wooly bully
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Matty told Hatty, "That's the thing to do.
Get you someone really to pull the wool with you."
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.

Now that’s Called Dancin

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Love and fairy tales....


Through out time, relationships between men and women have been fascinating. As romance infects their blood, pulsating through their veins, love is expressed in the most endearing ways.Laughter, tears, pain and suffering are all a part of it but worth every minute if, in the end, you find true love.

Love


Saturday, July 25, 2009

Hotchin Cootchin with Disco Duck



Thursday, July 23, 2009

LA Rochelle, France.....

La Rochelle is a city in southwestern France and a seaport on the Bay of Biscay, a part of the Atlantic Ocean. It is the capital of the Charente-Maritime department.
The city is connected to the Île de Ré by a 2.9 km (1.8 mi) bridge - the longest in France - completed on May 19, 1988. Its harbour opens into a protected strait, the Pertuis d'Antioche.



La Rochelle harbour in 1762. Joseph Vernet. Musée de la Marine.

Because of its western location, which saved days of sailing time, La Rochelle enjoyed successful fishing in the western Atlantic and trading with the New World, which served to counterbalance the disadvantage of not being at the mouth of a river (useful for shipping goods to and from the interior). Its Protestant shipowning and merchant class prospered in the sixteenth century until the Wars of Religion devastated the city.

The period following the wars was a prosperous one, marked by intense exchanges with the New World (Nouvelle France in Canada, and the Antilles). La Rochelle became very active in triangular trade with the New World, dealing in the slave trade with Africa, sugar trade with plantations of the Antilles, and fur trade with Canada. This was a period of high artistic, cultural and architectural achievements for the city.

Robert de La Salle departed from La Rochelle, France, on July 24, 1684, with the objective of setting up a colony at the mouth of the Mississippi, eventually establishing Fort Saint Louis in Texas.

The city eventually lost its trade and prominence during the decades spanning the Seven Years' War, the French revolution and the Napoleonic Wars. During that period France lost many of the territorial possessions it had in the new World, and also saw a strong decrease in its sea power in the continuing conflicts with Britain, ultimately diminishing the role of such harbours as La Rochelle.

In 1809, the Battle of the Basque Roads took place near La Rochelle, in which an English fleet defeated the French Fleet of the Atlant

Hot Summer Lambada

Monday, July 20, 2009

Rock Around the Clock Tonight


Hot Summer Dancin With GAGA


Sunday, July 19, 2009

Pearls of Wisdom.


The little clam shell hides its' most treasured possession
A beautiful pearl, which took time to build to perfection.
Is it no wonder we give our beloved pearls to symbolize our love.
Love is a Pearl of Wisdom.
It protects, treasures, demonstrates compassion, kindness and vulnerability.
It honors, respects and seeks justice.
It stands by you through thick and thin believing in you.
It accepts you for the person that you are and never judges.

Love brings out the best in people.

The little pearl understands it because it was designed and protected against the earth's elements by the greedy little clam, who shuts out the world, enveloping it in its soft masses,
so it could evolve into the most
precious, soft glowing, symbols of Love.
Thank heaven for little girls
for little girls get bigger every day!


Maurice Chevalier




Thank heaven for little girls
they grow up in the most delightful way!


Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'


Thank heaven for little girls
thank heaven for them all,
no matter where no matter who
for without them, what would little boys do?


Thank heaven... thank heaven...
Thank heaven for little girls!


More Sadie Belly Dancing



Saturday, July 18, 2009

Summer Hot Rock!!!


Summer Hot Rockin goes with Bloggin

Today is like yesterday.

Hot swingin love joy and peace



Belly dancing



Women


We Don't Really Change


If Julio isn't saying it all then who and what can.....??

Sharing a beer, on a hot summers day, with the only beloved soul mate you will ever have,
is nothing less than heaven. :)

So many years..... years, and neither of us....... have changed.
So many years, and it's like yesterday, when we shared an all dressed, naked pizza lol

Not just a summer romance. Not just a beer.

But life .........as no one knows it.

The bad..........the good.........carried to the eternal.
:)

Je N'ai Pas Change

Enjoy the song here

Julio - We Love You

Vous les femmes......... you are wonderful.....




Julio Iglesias is the eldest son of Dr. Julio Iglesias Puga (from Galicia) and Maria del Rosario de la Cueva y Perignat; Carlos is his younger brother. When the singer was 61 years old, his 89-year-old father sired more children: half brother Jaime (18 May 2004), half-sister Ruth (26 July 2006). Julio's siblings were born of Dr. Iglesias's second marriage to Ronna Keitt.
In the early sixties, when he was a law student in Madrid, he briefly was goalkeeper for one of Real Madrid's youth soccer teams; however, a 22 September 1963 car crash truncated his footballer's career: I had a car accident; [a] very, very strange car accident . . . I lost control of the car, and rolled it, resulting in what they call 'paraparexia', which is not a paraplegi[a]. It's a compression in the [spinal] cord, in the sense of the neck . . . my spinal cord; and I was very, very ill for three years.
His doctors thought he would never walk again, but slowly, he began recovering his health. To develop and increase the dexterity of his hands, he began playing guitar. When recovered of health, he resumed academic studies, and travelled to England to study English language, first in Ramsgate, then at Bell Educational Trust's Language School in Cambridge


Enjoy the song

Generation Gap


Q: What do you get if you cross a bear with a toilet?

A: Winnie the Pooh!
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Two immigrants arrive in the United States and are discussing the difference between the Old Country and the U.S. One of them says that he's heard that people in the U.S. eat dogs, and if they're going to fit in, they better eat dogs as well. So they head to the nearest hot dog stand and order two 'dogs.' The first guy unwraps his, looks at it, and nervously looks at his friend.

"What part did you get?"
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It's the spring of 1957 and Bobby, a pretty hip guy with his own car, goes to pick up his date. When he goes to the front door, the girl's father answers and invites him in. “Carrie's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?” he says. “That's cool,” says Bobby.

Carrie's father asks Bobby what they're planning to do. Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie. Carrie's father responds, “Why don't you two go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it.” Naturally, this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby, so he asks Carrie's dad to repeat it. “Oh yeah,'' says Carrie's father, ''our Carrie really loves to screw. She'd screw all night if we'd let her!”

Well, this makes Bobby's eyes light up, and his plan for the evening is beginning to look pretty good. A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and announces that she's ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door.

About 20 minutes later, Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father: “Damn it, Daddy! It's called the twist!”
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Chubby Checker Lets Twist Again

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Cindy Oh Cindy (Cinderella)


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Change





GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa . Half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful!


Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe . Well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value.


Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain , very hot , relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.


Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece , gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.


Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.


Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel, has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.


Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada, self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.


After 70, she becomes Tibet . Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages.... An adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge..


THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN

Between 1 and 80, a man is like Iran, ruled by nuts.

A challenge to say the least.

Good thing women know their geography :)
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Monday, July 13, 2009

BEAUTIFULLY IMPERFECT

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The Lady's back...another blonde moment....!



I urgently needed a few days off work, but, I knew the boss would not allow me to take leave. I thought that maybe if I acted 'Crazy' then he would tell me to take a few days off.
So I hung upside-down on the ceiling and made funny noises.

My co-worker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing.

I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the boss might think I was 'Crazy' and give me a few days off.

A few minutes later the boss came into the office and asked, 'What in the name of Heaven are you doing?'

I told him I was a light bulb.

He said, 'You are clearly stressed out.' Go home and recuperate for a couple of days.'

I jumped down and walked out of the office...
When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her, '..And where do you think you're going?!' (You're gonna love this....)


She said, 'I'm going home, too. I can't work in the dark.'

Bling....you're it...!


Life involves both organic and inorganic chemistry. Teeth, shells, and bones are both organic and inorganic. The human body is 18% carbon. Graphite conducts electricity but a diamond doesn't.But it is strong, powerful and bright, a womans delight:)
Walking along a sea shore we find many little stones with shiny diamonds in them. They are not diamonds, probably quartz . You can't help but think that maybe, once upon a time ago, this stone in your hand could have been an animal or a relative ( since we are all related from Adam and Eve).And as you read further and discover, had you not picked up this stone, it would still be on its path to becoming a diamond as the world goes full circle.
Aspen Mortuary speeds up the process, to make "Life Gems" from deceased people.Six months of pressure gives you a yellow diamond and 9 months produces a blue toned one. Eight ounces of ash can make 10, one carat diamonds and the prices range from 3k - 20k.
Reading on it is interesting they can make a diamond film to use in silicon in computer chips or as surgical cutting instruments, from tequila.Using high pressure, can also turn oxygen and peanut butter, into a diamond.
Now if we ever come across a planet that shines like a diamond, we can guess how it got to be that way.
Closer to home, next time you breath air, eat peanut butter, drink tequila or pick up a stone on the sea shore, just remember, it's a diamond waiting to happen . lol
I can just see guys now, giving their fiancee a jar of peanut butter or a bottle of tequila, instead of a ring.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

A weekend on the highway


A blonde was driving across several states to go visit her family. She was five hours late and her family was getting worried. When she finally got there she explained that she had seen 10 signs that said “CLEAN RESTROOMS AHEAD...”

Saturday, July 4, 2009

To all my friends in America...the geat USA


May you all have a great July 4th celebration

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

July 1st....Canada Day


Bonne Fête du Canada à tous!
Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian Friends

Beer is good....so they say



Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A woman went to a resort with her son...finds a hero


A woman went to a resort with her son. When they came back home, she told her husband, "I liked it very much. The sea was beautiful. Also, I met a Hero of the Soviet Union, a nice guy."The son said, "What kind of hero is he if he was afraid to be in the dark room without my mom?"

Monday, June 29, 2009

My opinion.....


A Can of worms was left behind by Michael Jackson.

Now why is everyone surprised?

Celebrities think they have money and now can buy anything and anyone they want.

Want a baby? Hire a surrogate. Buy sperm and eggs and make designer babies. Make 20.

Children are like puppy dogs. You breed them in droves without considering how these children will be raised by YOU as a parent?

Why do people want kids today?

Would I want to be raised this way? Given life this way?

No loving home. No loving parents. Weird understanding of what love is;

life on the fast lane, being dragged around before even understanding why this was all happening to me?

How will society stay ahead if people don’t study and just live for money and sex?

And why should it only be people who live for money and sex,

that should have such “opportunities” to “design” things in their lives?

What drives these people to use science in this manner?

Why are doctors and scientists allowed to do these procedures?

I mean, what is this octo mom thingy?

It’s not enough to do what you want?

What about what the life you bring forth needs?

Is there no sense of responsibility anymore?

Does this octo Mom woman have eight arms and breasts

to care for so many babies?

Even Moms with one baby find it tiring.

Now if this is ok for these people to do, then it is ok for the army, the navy etc..

Politicians have the right to decide who will have children and if young people can be convinced in schools through pressure groups, that having your own children through a couple in love is wrong or not healthy, well then society will be turned into a meat production plant and this is where you have to buy your new stocks and bonds because its going to be a HUGE market.

The value of human life will go down though, once you are born, because you will not be designer enough and expendible.

We diagnose Hitler to no end for trying to create a designer population but it looks like Hitler was way ahead of his time and not such a bad guy after all.

Given free will, look at what people are doing today?

Then when they die, they leave a mess behind, like what Mr Jackson did with his three children.

Now the law has to come in to investigate to find out exactly who these little people are?

Three innocent souls will be hurt for nothing.

They don’t know who they are and probably never will know and to be raised by people like Madonna or Anjolina Jolie who may have money but at what expense……well are they role models?

And why do people give their children up so easily? They should bargain for keeping the child and having the rich help the community they live in with better jobs running water, schools, houses etc….

Michael was not a happy man. He tried to find happiness but happiness is not found in collecting kids or animals or even building a Neverland.

Looking at Michael’s life we see his Neverland could never be a reality, as even in the story, the kids had to wake and grow up. Michael lived in an unrealistic world he couldn’t get out of. It was ok for him to make this decision to live in this world he built, for himself, but was it/is it, ok for him to bring children into it?

He brought them into this world, he controlled everything around them and now he is dead and no one knows the mental effect it will have on these kids. They can’t handle the outside world and so will have to continue living caged like Michael was.

The same goes with Jolie and Madonna and even Cher. Look what her daughter is doing?

And they call themselves role models for our kids? Now we have rappers which are even worse and tell it like it is.

Why lie about their own mothers being b’s and mf’s. If I was told my Mother was a B… how would that make me feel about my Mother, the sacred woman that gave me birth?

They thrive on headlines. They feed people nonsense and don’t care that they are hurting so many. The public can’t see through them, can’t see these people are laughing and taking their money to the bank. Businesses are making money out of things they should never be making money out of.

Michael shape shifted during his life to show people something. But no one understood.

As you are being robbed of innocence, innocence changes into ugliness. Maybe his soul was not touched because he decided to stay in Neverland but maybe it was because he also had to leave it and grow up. He had to dull his pain to leave his world and this cost him his life.

Its all very heavy on the heart to see this happening in the world.

Society really needs to stop and reflect on what it is doing.

To be “civilized” means having certain principles to live under.

Otherwise we have to stop deluding ourselves into believing we are living in “civilized”countries

because I don’t see anything civilized about this sort of behavior.

Are we all Peter Pans living in Neverland?

What is wrong with our lives that we need to escape and how far are we to run?

We know we are born to die but in a case like Michaels, why bother to be born at all?

Go your ways: behold, I send you forth as lambs among wolves.

The Lord tells us that the false prophets have power to show great signs and do great wonders. Everything about their persons say they are genuine, sincere prophets of God, BUT they are wolves in sheep's clothing! Mat 7:22, tells us that the false prophets themselves were convinced of their genuineness based upon their love for God and their ability to do great signs and wonders.

wolves... is a term used for cruel, greedy, rapacious, destructive men.

What we see today, is a world, which needs a lot of reining in because teachers are not allowed to teach anymore. The entertainment industry has taken over everything.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Are you into gardening and do you have a green thumb


A husband and his wife who have been married 20 years were doing some yard work. The man was working hard cleaning the BBQ grill while his wife was bending over, weeding flowers from the flower bed.

So the man says to his wife, "Your rear end is almost as wide as this grill." She ignored the remark.

A little later, the husband takes his measuring tape and measures the grill, then he goes over to his wife while she is bending over, measures her rear end and gasps, "Geez, your butt really IS as wide as the grill!" She ignores this remark as well.

Later that night while in bed, her husband starts to feel frisky. The wife calmly responds, "If you think I'm gonna fire up the grill for one little wiener, you are sadly mistaken."

Saturday, June 27, 2009

WHEN I SAY I AM BROKE...I AM BROKE!!


Yesterday I answered a knock on the door, only to be confronted by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner. 'Good morning,' said the young man. 'If I could take a couple of minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.' 'Go away!' I said. 'I haven't got any money!', 'I'm broke!' and proceeded to close the door. Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed wide open. 'Don't be too hasty!' he said. 'Not until you have at least seen my demonstration.' And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure on to my hallway carpet. 'If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Sir, I will personally eat the remainder.' I stepped back and said, 'Well I hope you've got a f***ing good appetite, because they cut off my electricity this morning. What part of 'broke' do you not understand?'

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Montreux Switzerland...c'est la belle vie


My dear cyber-friend Peter of Worldman , who is currently serving with the United Nation in Sri Lanka to help with the plight of so many refugees, is originally from Montreux Switzerland , as many of you will remember, he told us.
Recently my Cousin, who lives in England, had to go to Montreux for an important scientific conference on some research work he's engaged in.
As we exchange daily emails, him being in England and I in Canada, I asked him if by any chance he had taken any pictures whilst he was there. He emailed me the following 5 pictures which he captured with his cell phone and I thought...Oh my...it might just make Peter happy if I posted these in his honor . So the next five pictures are compliments of my Cousin and the map above I just threw in so you can visualize where exactly Montreux is.
The view is just lovely even with what looks like dull weather. :)










Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Little Johnny gives to the sick......


Little Johnny was in church with him mom for Sunday Mass when he suddenly felt nauseous. "Mom, I think I'm going to throw up!"

She told him, "I want you to run outside as fast as you can. Run across the lawn and go behind the bushes. You can throw up behind the bushes and nobody will see you."

So Little Johnny hauled ass for the door. Less than a minute later, he returned to his seat next to his mom. He had the look of obvious relief on his young face.

"Did you make it all the way to the bushes, Johnny?" "I didn't have to go that far, mom. Just as I got to the front door, I found a box that had a sign on it: FOR THE SICK.''

Monday, June 22, 2009

Polar Bear: I come in peace....Unbelievable

Polar Bear: I come in Peace

Norbert Rosing ' s striking images of a wild polar bear coming upon
tethered sled dogs in the wilds of Canada ' s Hudson Bay.

The photographer was sure that he was going to see the end of his dogs when the
polar bear wandered in.




The Polar Bear returned every night that week to play with the dogs.May you always have love to share, Health to spare, And friends that care

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day


The Lady of this blog wishes you all a Happy Father's Day

Saturday, June 20, 2009

This isn’t a Garter snake but a darn good meal.



Lifes Little Traumas

Garden Grass Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) canbe dangerous. Yes, garter snakes, not rattlesnakes.
Here's why..A couple in Sweetwater , Texas , had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors toprotect them from a possible freeze.It turned out that a little green garter snake was hidden in one ofthe plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it gounder the sofa.
She let out a very loud scream.The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room nakedto see what the problem was.She told him there was a snake under the sofa.He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About thattime the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought thesnake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, toldhim to lie still and called an ambulance.
The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him onthe stretcher, and started carrying him out.About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and theEmergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of thestretcher. That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in thehospital.
The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called ona neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with arolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he decided itwas gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where shefelt the snake wriggling around.
She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa.The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR torevive her.The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocerystore, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed herhusband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking himout and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.
The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighborlying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that thesnake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle ofwhiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.By now, the police had arrived. Breath here......They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that adrunken fight had occurred.
They were about to arrest them all, when thewomen tried to explain how it all happened over a little green snake.The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and hissobbing wife.Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of thepolicemen drew his gun and fired at it.
He missed the snake and hit theleg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and,as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through thewindow into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped outand raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it andsmashed into the parked police car.
Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the firedepartment. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they werehalfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires,put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in aten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).
Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house wasrepaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all wasright with their world.A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a coldsnap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they shouldbring in their plants for the night.And that's when he left her

Friday, June 19, 2009

How true this is....eh?......you judge for yourself



Lawyer: "Judge, I wish to appeal my client's case on the basis of newly
discovered evidence."
Judge: "And what is the nature of the new evidence?"
Lawyer: "Judge, I discovered that my client still has $500 left."

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Love...Love...Love...true love


Love – Tremendous and New - Every Moment of Every Day
Love - Not Young nor Old – In Life and Death –
Sentimental Passion – A Deep Profound Crevice One Falls Into Without Fear,
Without Remorse - Without Trust - Without Dignity - Without Logic – Explanation.
To Love – Is To Love – Is To Love.
Without a World – Without Sight – Without Air.
To Surrender Completely
Oh Death……. Let me Live.


Love letters like you never seen before...trust me on this one

Abigail Adams ~ Dec 23, 1782
...should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.
I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time, nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.
Abigail Adams to John Adams, her husband. He became the second president of the United States. Written December 23, 1782
Beethoven ~ July 6, 1806
My angel, my all, my very self -- only a few words today and at that with your pencil -- not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon -- what a useless waste of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks -- can our love endure except through sacrifices -- except through not demanding everything -- can you change it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine?
Oh, God! look out into the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be -- love demands everything and that very justly -- that it is with me so far as you are concerned, and you with me. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I!
Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other; moreover, I cannot communicate to you the observations I have made during the last few days touching my own life -- if our hearts were always close together I would make none of the kind. My heart is full of many things to say to you - Ah! -- there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all -- cheer up -- remain my true, only treasure, my all as I am yours; the gods must send us the rest that which shall be best for us.
Your faithful,Ludwig

Juliet Drouet ~ 1835
Friday 8 p.m.
If only I were a clever woman, I could describe to you my gorgeous bird, how you unite in yourself the beauties of form, plumage, and song!
I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the simple truth. But to put all this into suitable words, my superb one, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that which is bestowed upon my species - for I am the humble owl that you mocked at only lately, therefore, it cannot be.
I will not tell you to what degree you are dazzling and to the birds of sweet song who, as you know, are none the less beautiful and appreciative.
I am content to delegate to them the duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the right of loving; this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter far to the heart.
I love you, I love you. my Victor; I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.
I recognise you in all the beauty that surrounds me in form, in colour, in perfume, in harmonious sound: all of these mean you to me. You are superior to all. I see and admire - you are all!
You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.
Juliette
Juliette Drouet, French actress, to Victor Hugo, French writer, some time in 1835. She wrote passionate and lyrical love letters to Hugo for over 50 years.

Lord Byron ~ August 25, 1819
My dearest Teresa,
I have read this book in your garden;--my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,--which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.
In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours--Amor mio--is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,--to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent. I love you, and you love me,--at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events.
But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, --but they never will, unless you wish it.
Winston Churchill ~ January 23, 1935
My darling Clemmie,
In your letter from Madras you wrote some words very dear to me, about my having enriched your life. I cannot tell you what pleasure this gave me, because I always feel so overwhelmingly in your debt, if there can be accounts in love.... What it has been to me to live all these years in your heart and companionship no phrases can convey.
Time passes swiftly, but is it not joyous to see how great and growing is the treasure we have gathered together, amid the storms and stresses of so many eventful and to millions tragic and terribleyears?
Your loving husband

John Constable ~ February 27, 1816
I received your letter my ever dearest Maria, this morning. You know my anxious disposition too well not be aware how much I feel at this time. At the distance we are from each other every fear will obtrude itself on my mind. Let me hope that you are not really worse than your kindness, your affection, for me make you say...I think...that no more molestation will arise to the recovery of your health, which I pray for beyond every other blessing under heaven.
Let us...think only of the blessings that providence may yet have in store for us and that we may yet possess. I am happy in love--an affection exceeding a thousand times my deserts, which has continued so many years, and is yet undiminished...Never will I marry in this world if I marry not you. Truly can I say that for the seven years since I avowed my love for you, I have...foregone all company, and the society of all females (except my own relations) for your sake.
I am still ready to make my sacrifice for you...I will submit to any thing you may command me--but cease to respect, to love and adore you I never can or will. I must still think that we should have married long ago--we should have had many troubles--but we have yet had no joys, and we could not have starved...Your FRIENDS have never been without a hope of parting us and see what that has cost us both--but no more. Believe me, my beloved & ever dearest Maria, most faithfully yours, John

Count Gabriel Honore de Mirbeau ~ 1780
Sophie,
To be with the people one loves, says La Bruyere is enough -- to dream you are speaking to them, not speaking to them, thinking of them, thinking of the most indifferent things, but by their side, nothing else matters. O mon amie, how true that is! and it is also true that when one acquires such a habit, it becomes a necessary part of one's existence.
Alas! I well know, I should know too well, since the three months that I sigh, far away from thee, that I possess thee no more, than my happiness has departed. However, when every morning I wake up, I look for you, it seems to me that half of myself is missing, and that is too true.
Twenty times during the day, I ask myself where you are; judge how strong the illusion is, and how cruel it is to see it vanish. When I go to bed, I do not fail to make room for you; I push myself quite close to the wall and leave a great empty space in my small bed. This movement is mechanical, these thoughts are involuntary. Ah! how one accustoms oneself to happiness.
Alas! one only knows it well when one has lost it, and I'm sure we have only learnt to appreciate how necessary we are to each other, since the thunderbolt has parted us. The source of our tears has not dried up, dear Sophie; we cannot become healed; we have enough in our hearts to love always, and, because of that, enough to weep always.
Gabriel

John Keats ~ March 1820
Sweetest Fanny,
You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with wings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as joy - but I will not talk of that. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses. The anxiety shown about our Love in your last note is an immense pleasure to me; however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more: not will I any more believe you can have the least pique against me. Brown is gone out -- but here is Mrs Wylie -- when she is gone I shall be awake for you. -- Remembrances to your Mother.
Your affectionate, J. Keats

Ronald Reagan ~ March 4, 1983
Dear First Lady
I know tradition has it that on this morning I place cards Happy Anniversary cards on your breakfast tray. But things are somewhat mixed up. I substituted a gift & delivered it a few weeks ago.
Still this is the day, the day that marks 31 years of such happiness as comes to few men. I told you once that it was like an adolescent's dream of what marriage should be like. That hasn't changed.
You know I love the ranch but these last two days made it plain I only love it when you are there. Come to think of it that's true of every place & every time. When you aren't there I'm no place, just lost in time & space.
I more than love you, I'm not whole without you. You are life itself to me. When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again.
Happy Anniversary & thank you for 31 wonderful years.
I love you
Your Grateful Husband

Edith Wharton ~ June 8, 1908
There would have been the making of an accomplished flirt in me, because my lucidity shows me each move of the game - but that, in the same instant, a reaction of contempt makes me sweep all the counters off the board and cry out: - "Take them all - I don't want to win - I want to lose everything to you!"
Edith Wharton, an American novelist to W Morton Fullerton, an American journalist, June 8, 1908

MSNBC Picture Stories - Bruin buddy



Keep on Grinning


It is just awesome when a plan comes together.

Outside the Bristol Zoo, in England , there is a parking lot for 150 cars and 8 coaches, or buses.

It was manned by a very pleasant attendant with a ticket machine charging cars £1 (about $1.40) and coaches £5 (about $7).
This parking attendant worked there solid for all of 25 years.
Then, one day, he just didn't turn up for work.

"Oh well", said Bristol Zoo Management - "we'd better phone up the City Council and get them to send a new parking attendant..."

"Err ... no", said the Council, "that parking lot is your responsibility."

"Err ... no", said Bristol Zoo Management, "the attendant was employed by the City Council, wasn't he?"

"Err ... NO!" insisted the Council.

Sitting in his villa in somewhere in Spain, is a bloke who had been taking the parking lot fees, estimated at £400 (about $560) per day at Bristol Zoo for the last 25 years. Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over £3.6 million ($7 million)!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Women Lovem or Hatem


UCLA Study

A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of male face a woman finds attractive can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.

For instance, if she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features.

However, if she is menstruating or menopausal, she is more prone to be
attracted to a man with scissors lodged in his temple and a bat jammed
up his ass while he is on fire.

Further studies are expected.



New Medications for Women

St. Mon's Wort
Plant extract that treats mom's depression by rendering preschoolers unconscious for up to six hours.

E m p t y N e s t r o g e n
Highly effective suppository that eliminates melancholy by enhancing the memory of how awful they were as teenagers and how you couldn't wait till they moved out.

P e p t o b i m b o
Liquid silicone for single women. Two full cups swallowed before an evening out increases breast size, decreases intelligence, and improves flirting.

D u m e r o l
When taken with Peptobimbo, can cause dangerously low I.Q., causing enjoyment of country western music.

F l i p i t o r
Increases life expectancy of commuters by controlling road rage and the urge to flip off other drivers.

A n t i b o y o t i c s
When administered to teenage girls, is highly effective in improving grades, freeing up phone lines, and reducing money spent on make-up.

M e n i c i l l i n
Potent anti boyotic for older women. Increases resistance to such lines as, "You make me want to be a better person ... can we get naked now?"

B u y a g r a
Injectable stimulant taken prior to shopping. Increases potency and duration of spending spree.

J a c k A s s p i r i n
Relieves headache caused by a man who can't remember your anniversary or phone number.

A n t i-t a l k s i d e n t
A spray carried in a purse or wallet to be used on anyone too eager to share their life stories with total strangers.

And the best:

D a m i t o l
Take 2 and the rest of the world can go to hell for up to 8 hours.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

That's Entertainment.....



Thoughts To Ponder 3

Now if Angelina Jolie can’t hold onto her man with all her lips,

money and fame, then what chance do the rest of us have?

Where is Angelina going wrong?

What do men want in family life?

Why do people marry or live together?

Is it right to steal a man away from a Greek Lady?

Greeks are Orthodox and Orthodoxy usually does not promote divorce.

Once married… divorce or no divorce, in the eyes of God,

you are married till death do you part.

Does Jolie know this? Does Brad?

Does Angelina care? Does Brad?

And why is Aniston having such a difficult time finding a replacement for her ex?

Why didn’t she do what Angelina did, make babies and then say go where you want, do what you want? I’m an actress.

Very peculiar.

Will Brad come home to where he belongs or is he snared,

caged by a widow (divorcee) spider, who will eventually bite his head off

after she is done breeding with him.(apparently she isn’t).

Does Angelina hate Aniston and is waiting to let Brad go after Aniston’s biological clock stops ticking?

Who is the bad guy, Angelina for making babies without a husband or Brad for making babies without a wife?

Angelina would make a great story on Adam and Eve except for the fact there was another woman playing Eve, who isn’t the snake in this story.

Maybe the Adam and Eve story changes now with the snake being Angelina in disguise, who whispers to gullible Eve:

“Take a bite”, to confuse everything and have God throw them out of Eden so she could have her way with Brad.

That’s a very smart and will full snake to ruffle God’s feathers this way.

The Saga continues, as it did with Diana.

Who will be the victor? Hmmmm.

I think the world would like to know the ending to this story.

Will it have a happy ending?

Will it be a Who Dun It, Paparazzi story?

Many young girls admire Angelina and are using her as a role model.

Is she really?

What does this say for and about men or even about women?

Isn’t it funny how all of these questions are about attacking the status quo?

If we had no status quo, the media would have nothing to run with.lol

The status quo is the “Right” and “Wrong” ways of doing things.

The right way is supposed to make people happy but Angelina is doing everything the wrong way and continues to do so… so the question…. Is she happy?

Is she making people around her happy?

The Media is running with it, not caring about what it does to the

young people reading their stuff.

Most will not have the money, looks, fame and ingenuity Angelina does.

Most will not be able to get away with the story lines and the fables

this woman is spinning to her audience for money,

without movies.lol

That Folks …..is Entertainment.:)

Monday, June 15, 2009

Thoughts To Ponder and Swim With

Geekology has introduced an eco friendly boat which can run on human fat if need be.

This bio energy is an interesting idea and now I know where doctors can send the fat of their lipo suction patients to, for recycling loll

coffee fuel
This is an amazing craft which is designed to go through waves as opposed to going over them. Gives you a futuristic sense of adventure to look at and has space in the back to sit and enjoy the sun and fresh air and even a water skier.

Man can live without hurting nature.
Click on the blue sections for more info.

Thanks.:)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Food for thought



Chers daughter Chastity, is 40 and wants to have a sex change operation.
This is an extreme and
very painful procedure to do and she will never really function as a male.

New technology has the ability of looking into peoples brains and comparing them to the
“normal” brain.

They found chemical differences between the gay brain and the normal brain.
They will probably find differences in the pedophile brain a well as brains from killers with no conscience like the Ice Man.

If the chemicals in our bodies and brains control how we feel and behave towards the opposite sex, or about people and children in general,
how far are we willing to deviate from the normal brain, people raised civilizations on?

It seems that with chemical inducements, people could all be “normal” with normal feelings toward the opposite sex and children and there could be hate/ anger management through drugs for people who can kill without a blink of an eye and pretend it never happened.

Making an allowance for the brain difference in gay people would mean we would have to agree to make allowances to other brain differences.
Otherwise this would be seen as
discrimination and against human rights.

We would have killers, and situations like the RENA VIRK story, claim what they did was ok and no one could put them on trial for these crimes.
Pedophiles would have the same argument.
Today many are doing just that in law courts, saying they can’t be judged for their crimes and that their activities are not criminal, since they are not in control of the differences in their brains.

We still have to debate on how young children’s souls are hurt to see gay people parading their love, before they get their own sexuality sorted out especially when they see their own dysfunctional families.

It seems the gay population is increasing big time lately . We can say that maybe it is nature’s way of saying we have enough people on this planet and maybe the gay lifestyle is the future. However…….the next step would be for the brain to change again into
Asexual behavior, meaning, as the intellect grows, mankind might decide love etc…
is all a chemical induced delusion/illusion, no one has any need for.
Why waste time and energy on emotion?

People will live as individuals, family will be defunct and children will be grown in test tubes and labs as needed, to replace a proper sized society this planet can afford to keep alive.

It could happen and maybe even within the next few generations.
We are still struggling with issues of Parkinsons and Alzheimers and now we can also ask if and how maybe stem cell transplants etc.. may help in this area in other problems people have. Or maybe there are other things we have yet to discover that will be able to help.
No one should have to undergo such drastic procedures as what Chastity is planning on doing to feel like she belongs in her God given body.

This is interesting food for thought

Congratulations are called for here.....


TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.


Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no child proof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.


As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.


Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because, WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were OK.


We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.


We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chatrooms.......


WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.


We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.


Imagine that!!The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!


The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL! If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Effeminate Man


I found these articles From Time and the Strength and Science Weekly interesting, as the debate on gay and straight continues.

Bye Bye Testicles

Testosterone is getting lower and the mainstream media is noticing!
By: Marc Lobliner


Although I am always pretty busy, I try to keep up on what is going on in the world. When I have finished perusing FoxNews.com and other websites while unwinding at night, I occasionally visit Reuters.com to see a completely different perspective. I was shocked when I saw this headline smack dab on the site:
“Men's testosterone levels declined in last 20 years”
As a natural bodybuilder doing everything possible to keep my boys swimming (if ya’ know what I’m sayin’), this made my two less than perfect, glasses-framed eyes head straight for the article. It also made me, in a round-about, Lobliner-like way, take an in-depth look at society and what the heck is going on with our men.


Testosterone
I look around and it is as if men are not the men they used to be. Gone are the days of the “Macho Man”. We have killed him and replaced him with “Sensitive Man” or “Fat Man”. That’s right, I said it. Men, from what I see, are losing respect for themselves and their appearance. There no longer seems to be that “Strong Survive” mentality that I used to see. We have become feminized.
While environmental exposure is hypothesized to be causing some of the “1 percent a year” drop, the article also states, “They hypothesized that the rising prevalence of obesity as well as the sharp decline in cigarette smoking might help explain their findings, given that testosterone levels are lower among overweight people and smoking increases testosterone levels.” This led me to the chicken and the egg approach to thinking.
Are we turning into girly-men (thanks Arnold!) due to the drop in testosterone or is our plight to become a non-sexist, conformist nation driving a male’s natural response to well, being manly, into the dumpster thus lowering testosterone levels? Could this drop in T be an evolutionary response to the end of the man as we were defined?

Male Anatomy

Now I’ll admit, I am married and even have a daughter whom I play dress up with. My wife runs the household, manages finances, has an equal say in everything we do. Heck, she is the glue that keeps us all from falling apart. But what makes me different? Why do I think I am still a man?

Part of being a man is being someone who works hard at whatever it is he decides to do and the one word that best describes what a man is in my opinion is PRIDE. Think about it. You can tell when you have met a man who takes pride in what they do. And when you are a man who also happens to be a Physique Enthusiast or Bodybuilder, you can tell that they take pride in how they look and from my management experience, which also carried over into what they do outside of the gym. They take pride in all that they do!

The bottom line is that men are acting like wimps. Grab hold of yourself, slap yourself in the face, and take some pride in what you do! Take an hour out of the day to train, keep the estrogen and health-problem causing abdominal fat off and take pride in all that you do. If low testosterone is an epidemic, we need to find the treatment right way. This is a good place to start.

Testicle

Friday, June 12, 2009

Anne Murray singing to a beautiful Video of Christ


Turn up the sound before you start. This is very special...
Ann Murray's singing is worth it....

Enjoy the song by clicking here

Chinese Eye test



If you cannot decipher anything, then try pulling the corners of your eyes as if you were Chinese. It works !

THIS IS BRILLIANT!!!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Stealing animals......

video

Heaven is In Belgium = Idioms M and N

Heaven Is In Belgium:

Minding one's p's and q's

Meaning to be on ones best behavior




Nosy Parker == not minding one's own business.


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Family


The families in the past were different from what we have today.
Before people needed large families because of the high mortality rate and because life was difficult and if you had no family, it was hard to build something in life.
Today family is frowned upon.
They tell you not to have too many children.
They tell you to take the easy way out by divorcing for irreconcilable differences.
They tell you to throw away the old people as well as children
They tell you social services has all the answers
They tell you society owes you for your problems.

They tell you many lies about life and people are buying into it.
They tell you, you have rights to be and do anything and everything you want.
You are there to fill your own emotional physical psychological needs and no one elses.
What they don't tell you is how self destructive all their ideas are and that
what they are doing is actually experimenting with a new society, where they finally got people of all races colors and languages to live together, on one piece of property.

Because of their ideas, companies leave, unions are bereft of meaning,governments fill up with more self serving people who sit wasting time in petty arguments because they have no other ideas on how to resolve things and they'll be damned before they give some one else a chance to. They are willing to sell anything for a vote from any member of society, promising anything, legal or illegal.
Ethics morals and values they say, are hog wash.

What is troublesome is that they promise to make illegal things, legal for a vote.
Laeders in Canada are frowned upon but we give awards to people supporting leadership in the US which is very interesting.

People fear law and order and any effort to establish some is frowned upon.
People don't know what to rebel against.
They are into rebelling for rebelling sake.
Words become more important than actions.

All these things affect families and families are struggling for their rights to exist.
Families, to function, require some form of law and order but if society destroys this inside the family, then the family cannot function anymore.
This is what we are seeing inside families today.

No one is home to hold down the fort. No Mother or Grand parent or Aunt or Uncle.
People just go their own way and do what they want for themselves.

We discuss relationships and needs.
We teach not having to "settle" for things in life.
but you know, many people found lots of happiness in "settling".

People in war conditions, settled for what they had.
People living in poverty settled.
Kings and Queens settled.
People learned to respect and love, for the right reasons and not the wrong.
Actions spoke louder than words.
Actions revealed character and character told people who you were.

Families were treasures. Words like honor meant something and no one needed contracts in those days.

The weaker families become the more society will turn to self destruction because no one will care about anything but themselves.

Evidence is seen everywhere. Recently, the police had a bicycle run to raise money for charity. The money was stolen from the car.
The Canadian Mint is missing Millions of dollars in gold.
Real Estate hires inspectors to inspect new homes. Once the inspection passes they take everything out of the inspected house and put it into another new one to pass inspection, thus selling the other house with many unforeseen repairs for the new owner.
The fraud and corruption list and ID theft, is endless.
Nothing is sacred and no matter where you look, it's all the same.

Families play an enormous role in life. They build trust,good character,teach the true meaning of love, loyalty and honor and this then is taken outside the family into neighborhoods, jobs, government, health and new families.
If the role of family is destroyed, then not much hope will be left to hold onto anything else.
If the country wants to experiment, then this is what they should be experimenting with. Building families just makes the most sense.

I had a family living a few houses away from me.
It was a mixed family She was a beautiful young white girl with two boys, from a huge, muscular, black man, who wore a thick pure gold chain around his neck.
The older, 2 1/2 year old boy, used to run away from his home to play with Nick.
He got into the habit of coming in quietly and stealing things from our home and then he broke what he stole in hisback yard.
I was very sad when his Mom brought back a mandolin in pieces.
It was nothing but my husband brought it from Russia when he went there on a business trip so the fact it came from there was meaningful.
Anyway, he also got into the habit of coming over and peeing on my front door. I would ask him why he did that and he'd tell me to fuck off.
His Mom used to go to a club for exercise and entrusted her baby and the older boy to me for a few hours a day. She seemed lonely, with not too many friends, so I didn't mind.
Young people sometimes need help.
I felt she did.
One day the Dad came over and accused my older son for damaging his son's eye.
My older son was almost 18 with a 2 1/2 yr old baby brother himself.
Now why would he do that? He was never there anyway.

The man went on to tell me I didn't know who he was and he would never do that to my child.
I assured him the worst thing that would happen in my home to his son, was that he would be picked up and taken home to his Mama.
In my house it's a sin to hurt any baby. The very idea was outrages.
This opened up a conversation. I told him his son peed on my front door everyday and told me to f off and he seems to behave worse when he(the Dad) is home.

I told him ok, you can fight me, you can fight my son, my husband, but your son is a little boy talking like a big man with that language he obviously learned from home.

He is going to go out and talk this way to other people, who will beat him up and what I want to know, is how many people are you willing to beat up and/or kill for your sons behavior?

He told me his Father told all the children in his family not to smoke and they never did in front of his face. He said this was RESPECT.

I told him this was not respect. Respect, is when your Father tells you not to smoke...you don't smoke. What you all did was cowardly..... lie.

I saw a veil cover his eyes as he thought about everything we talked about and as I was leaving he took my hand and shook it and told me he was honored to talk to me.

He left to apparently work in carpentry in another province.
A few weeks later we found out he was on the FBI's most wanted list for killing a man.
He bought the house under an assumed name and authorities caught up to him and arrested him and probably took him back to New York where he was from.

The family moved. The family was destroyed.Two boys and a young wife were left on the street to survive......

and as for us.... we were all shocked, not to mention betrayed, about who this man was and what he could have done to my 18 year old son, let alone to Nick, had he continued to believe we hurt his boy.

Now I have to believe there was God involved here because I know this man left his home having learned something, no one was able to teach him until our conversation.
You do not resolve things through killing and the definition of "respect", was not what he thought it was.
So we are living with words we attach meaning to but they do not mean the same thing to all of us.
This is why strong families are important. To destroy Family and God as we are doing today, leaves us little resources other than fighting and war.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

My Son the Pip Story


My son Nick (pictured above), was other wise known as the Pip because he always loved to wear hats and he loved clothes and still does. I could never buy him things without his approval.He was a ball man and when other kids went to the toy store for toys he was always hanging in the ball section. That's all he ever wanted.
He was a "self" man and still is.
That was some funny kid.
Today he is finishing grade 11 and has one more year to go before hopefully attending university.
When he was in kindergarten, he made me stay the whole year in class with him.
He never bothered with me but my presence was critical. At the end of the year the teachers said no more.
Nick should stay home until he decided to come on his own to school. So he stayed a few lonely days at home and then told me it was ok, if I sat outside the window so he could see me.
So Nick made me sit outside, on a chair, in front of the school window.
It was cold outside but that was where I had to be.
4th of July my Dad died and we had to rush to Quebec.
My Mom, who had Parkinsons and Alzheimers, lay down beside him to die and together they lay for three days.
By the time the neighbors found them, Mom was in critical shape herself.You can't stop Parkinsons pills cold turkey. Her whole body was seized up. They were taking them both to the morgue when they saw her pinky move.
I was calling all this time and couldn't figure out where they were either.
It took us from July to November to get Mom out of the hospital.
She lay on her side and developed a bruise which created a bone infection and the hospital was basically telling me to sign papers to let her die as well.
I said absolutely not!! My parents paid their dues and now they need help and should get what they deserved. The doctors said they would have to cut her leg off.
I told them no, you fix her leg.
It's tough for old people because they don;t want to spend the time or the money to do what is right.
The neurosurgeons have great power to over power your wishes and I was so afraid they would do that in my Moms case.
I told them she was ok and it's not her fault she is here. It's my Dads for not getting the help he needed.My Dad was what they called a Tete carre in Quebec meaning square or hard headed. They escorted English people out and he being a WW2 man, said this is my home and no one is pushing me out.

We all agreed that running from Quebec was the worst thing the English people did.
700.000 left for Ontario.
By the time we made it back to BC from Montreal it was December.
Nick had a lousy summer in the hospital because we had to go from 8 am to 8 pm every day to care for Mom because the hospital refused to. They said they didn't have the capacity to deal with difficult patients. My mom wasn't difficult but the pills she took for Parkinsons gave her Alzheimers.
They over dozed her at the outset of her disease.
The hospital was quite lenient with Nick and he helped give out the meals and collect the trays.They played with him because they knew how hard it was for a child to stay good. But he behaved so well they didn't mind.
We also found out there were two kind of Parkinsons, one I guess that is curable or containable, the one they want to make implants for and one with lesions on the brain, that is not. I think my Mom had the worse one.
She did not shake on the outside very much, like Katherine Hepburn.
It was all internal.

My son couldn't wait to go to school by himself after a hard summer. He missed his friends and felt left out seeing every one else going to school, while he stayed home.

The school in BC was upset as well to have a student so far behind in his studies.
But Nick did so much work over the summer holidays at the hospital and home studies till December, he was way ahead of every one in his class.
He was up to grade three work.
What I loved about our school was they did not follow a speed reading course but stressed on book enjoyment.The kids read an awful lot at his school. We showed the principal and teachers all his work and they smiled and were so happy.

He had a great year that year and plenty of time to get into mischief to make up for the first half of the year, he was not there.lol
We brought my Mother home and she was happy to stay with the family.
Nick had to be the babysitter instead of the other way around.
I don't know what went on in his mind but he sure did a lot of growing up that year.

We have a small family so what was so touching was, when we came home and parked in our driveway, our neighbor Lennard, ran out of the house and greeted Nick with so much joy, it felt like we really came home.
He was also a soccer coach and kept Nicks spot open for so long, so he could come back and play ball.
I will never forget the tears that came to my eyes to have such great neighbors that day. I was truly blessed and even through hard times, tomorrow always brings a better day. I love kids and this was such a nice gesture on his part.
It is true when they say God doesn;t give you what you want but what you need.
And we sure needed a good dose of Lennard that day.:)
We also needed a bigger house with my Mom so we moved a few streets away.

What Perks Up a Bad Hair Day?

This boy should soon have a very fertile and thick head of hair lol
You know how they say talking to flowers makes them grow better for some reason?

Well my flowers must know I am in a, not so good a mood these days and they are speaking to me.

They bloomed all over the yard, all at once and really perked me up.

I mostly plant roses because of the slugs. They eat everything else.

The flowers said: " Don't worry Moma. Tomorrow is another day and till then, we are here to keep you joyous." lol

I don't know who gets more depressed.

The kids for losing or the Moms because they see depressed teens after they lose,

to whom they are not allowed to speak to lol

I still hear my own Moms voice saying : "Should everything be nice ."

I think she did a better job of keeping things nice than I do.

But then they were allowed to spank and keep order in the house in them days. lol

Every time I look out the window today, I feel soooo blessed with the sun and the flowers.

I even put my turkey in to cook earlier. lol

Need some wicked tips for the day?

Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop.(Any volunteer Referees?)

Avoid arguments with the Mr. about lifting the toilet seat by letting him use the sink. They do anyway. Especially the visitors.

For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer. or go give blood at the blood bank and get a cookie,

A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button. Or better yet, go ahead and snooze, Your job won't be there anyway.

If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives; then you'll be afraid to cough. Or wear depends. :)

You only need two tools in life - WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape. Note: Neither works under water.Use at your own risk.

Remember: Everyone seems normal, sick or gay....... until you get to know them.
If you are high.....you won't care either way.

If you can't fix it with a hammer, you've got an electrical
problem. Sometimes a little electro therapy fixes a lot of things.

Daily Thought:

SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES; NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.

Except when they learn to slink back up.

Oh, this has truly become a terrific day :)

My coffee is ready and so I will get to it.



Whose Your Moma? Demi Moore.. Move on Over.


Ivana Trump and Hunk.

Men Do It.

Single older Ladies Can Get Their Sugar Too.

Here is the rule.

"Once you get to a certain age, it has to stop being an issue. This is the rule I've heard: Halve the older persons age (30/2=15) then add seven (15+7=22) and that's the age difference you can have. So if you're 30, the youngest you can date is 22, but if you think about it, it's actually a pretty decent rule of thumb."

Hmm Life’s a Blast loll

ROSEBUDS & HANGING BASKETS
A teenage granddaughter
comes downstairs for her date
with this see-through blouse on and no bra.
Her grandmother just pitched a fit,
telling her not to dare go out like that!
The teenager tells her!
'Loosen up Grams.
These are modern times.
You gotta let your rose buds show!'
and out she goes.
The next day the teenager comes down stairs,
and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on.
The teenager wants to die.
She explains to her grandmother
that she has friends coming over
and that it is just not appropriate....
The grandmother says,
'Loosen up,
Sweetie.
If you can show off your rose buds,
then I can display my hanging baskets.


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Monday, June 8, 2009

Hear no Evil See no evil Do no Evil Refs




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Life in Soccer. OOPS?


It has been a very busy week end in Soccer.
And I am finding it hard to get back on track.

We won one and lost one and the one we lost was quite upsetting for every one.
My son scored Saturday It was a two one win.

Sunday they got slaughtered. My son scored one but they came in with 6 quick ones.
Our goalie didn't know what hit him.
He had no defense around him.

Defense wasn't defending.
Refs did not do a good job of reffing.
We sustained lots of injuries.
One of our players fell and the other team's boys (seemed deliberately) stepped on his face leaving a huge cleat mark. Could have been worse. Another boy slid into the feet of our player knocking him down without touching the ball, and he got away with it.
They kept pushing from behind going into football tackles which I don't understand because soccer is supposed to be a non contact sport.
The refs ignored it.But if we ever do such things we get penalized for it.
So I am not sure what was going on but it sure didn't look good.

My son, a forward, never got close to a ball as panic set in and the game degraded.
Had we pulled up our socks we could have done it even then but seems the will was gone.
My son was pretty upset at what he saw transpire on the field and said it was very unprofessional.lol

Well my heart is also heavy for these boys They are good boys.(for the most part lol) If they don't get up and at em, and psychologically overcome the slump they are in, I'm afraid the rest of the games will not be very good for us as we have strong opposition teams to beat.

Hope you all had a great week end.
We will try to keep our chins up this end.


Have a great day :)

Friday, June 5, 2009

Thailand Elephant Chair



I got one for myself because I thought it would be a great conversation piece when I got back home.
I had no idea I would be using it for a crib but it sure paid off.

You use foam for the mattress and to put around the sides.
Like a baby basket (which I also made with lace and padding to bring my baby home from the hospital) you can turn it into something truly joyous.

The open side you place against the wall. There is more than enough room for a baby to sleep in for about 2-3 even 4 years but usually after 1 1/2 they tend to go into either a bunk, twin or a double bed and then you are left with a crib you have no use for.

The Elephant chair could be used as a coffee table, which it is now and I also used it for decoration and picture taking.
It is great to put in a doll display, stuffed toys. books, magazines and other displays you want people to see through glass.

Fill it with cushions and kids will still like to climb into it to watch TV, imagining they are sitting atop a huge elephant.

Before long, you find them curled up and sleeping like angels.
They never have nightmares sleeping in this ol chair because so many stories can be invented sitting beside it, and they go to sleep, heroes on a great adventure. (Like something out of a Never Ending Story)

If you have guests with babies, well the good ol elephant chair becomes a crib again because it is so easy to store the padding for it.

Anyway... this is my elephant chair. I enjoyed it so much and have great memories from it.

And besides.....you never know when an elephant may decide to pop in and give you a ride .lol





Thursday, June 4, 2009

Little Crochet Blue Boy Blanky

Most of the other stuff is for girls.
As you can see I wish to have a little girl
since I love making dresses and
LITTLE girls love wearing them.
They all look so cute you want to gobble them up.:)

This blanky is for a boy.
I am quite proud of it as well.
It looks great in a crib.

Instead of buying a crib I used
an elephant chair for a new born,
which later can be transformed into
a very nice living room table
by putting a glass top over it.
Also if you have visitors with babies,
they can use it as well anytime, since
it's easy to take a top off a table.
An Elephant chair is also a great topic of discussion. Not too many kids have Elephant Chairs for beds.
:)
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Pink White And Purple Crochet Sweater

This is for a newborn
It is tiny and pretty and cozy warm.

Baby will love coming home in this.
I get so excited about the prospect
of having a grandchild one day.
Of course I might give everything away
to the first and then nothing will be left
for the others should I have them lol

It brings me joy to finish something and
these are small projects so they finish quickly.

Usually I take on these huge King Sized
Blankets and they take a month to do
and many hours in a day. I began doing those
when I was sitting with my Mom in the hospital.
:)
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Baby Sweater

This also came out quite nice in matt and shiny
white thread. The pom poms were made out of
a tan shade to give it some contrast.
It is gorgeous and I am so happy with it.
It is hard to take pictures though.
I still need to put a few buttons.
:)
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Lace Baby Blanket with Hat

This blanket is so beautiful in real life.
It is soft and stretchy and great for a Christening.
It is perfect for a new baby.
I just love how it turned out.
I have a hat for it in a shell pattern.
Still need to make booties .
I will show you a sweater but it is not for a new born.
Maybe for 18 - 24 months.
:)
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Knitters delight....



These little guys were so easy and fun to make I could do them forever.

What happened was, I began making squares . Then I decided against making the blanket I wanted to make, but I had all these squares. I tried to think what I could do with them and then it dawned on me that I could make slippers.

These are for children.

All you have to do is close up the front and sew up the back and any crochet or sewing method can be used. After all its your slipper.

I alsoPosted by Picasadouble sewed the sole so as to make it warmer, softer, and cushiony, to step on.

The yellow one on the far right, has a mop bottom so when you walk you can mop the dust off the floor lol

Oops they are separated. The other one is beside the yellow and black slipper.lol

They are easy to wash and wear again.

The white pair, is from my first boy who is quite old now but his little bootie is still here.

Those were knitted from scratch, when knitting was a novelty to me.

One ball of thread can make enough squares for 3 pairs of slippers for a child.

Then you can use left over thread from other balls to play with, to finish the slipper with pom poms, little animals faces, etc....


I had so much fun making them,I was sorry I ran out of squares.


:)




Dolly Parton - Coat of Many Colors
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZlgDQbvo9I

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Alpaca Hats.


These are two Alpaca hats I made.
The pattern was simple and easy to do in the car while watching soccer.
I just love it when things turn out. lol
:)
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