Beautiful ! Just Like My Wife

My parents were the perfect couple.
They always stuck up for one another.
My Dad had a lot of gusto for life
and My Mom complimented him
by supporting everything he did or wanted to do.
Or almost everything lol
Then he'd stop and reflect and know she was right.
He was right in many constructive things
She was right when it came to life and people.
Whenever he liked something, he'd always say:
Beautiful! Just like my wife.
Everyone would want to come to see who his wife was.
Then they'd tell him he indeed had a beautiful wife and he always loved hearing it.
He was a brat this way.
I used to watch them the last few years of their lives and they
were like two 16 year old love birds.
He, with his arm around her shoulders and
She, with her head on his.

My Mom was sick with Parkinsons and Alzheimers
Dad watched over her with so much patience.
When she had visions he would spend a good two hours
almost every night, cause that's when she had them,
explaining to her what she had and then she would
realize her brain was playing tricks on her.

It was both sad and beautiful to watch the two of them.

They said: You know. It can happen any time now.
Always with a smile

And I'd reply: Nah. You still have many years ahead.
Always with a furrowed brow.
I could never believe or accept that this life force would ever end.
It couldn't and it shouldn't.

No matter how much you prepare, you are never ready to say good bye.
Never ready to close the book as you reach the end of a good story.
The story lives on.
You put the book away and then your eye grazes over the shelf
where it lies
You pick it up and memories flood in

While time stands still
Music and songs return
Laughter, comedy, anger, sorrow, forgiveness,
hardships, joy, contentment,
All the poetry of love and struggles of life
Echo, never ending,
Through a few well chosen words.

Beautiful! Just like my Wife!


A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the middle of the road.

He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the rabbit jumps right in front of the car.

The driver,
a sensitive man as well as an animal lover,
pulls over and gets out to see
what has become of the rabbit.
Much to his dismay, the rabbit is the Easter Bunny, and he is DEAD.

The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry.
A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway
sees a man crying on the side of the road
and pulls over.

She steps out of the car and asks the man
what's wrong.

"I feel terrible," ! he explains,
"I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."

The blonde says,"Don't worry."

She runs to her car
and pulls out a spray can.
She walks over to the limp, dead Easter Bunny ,
bends down,
and sprays the contents onto him.

The Easter Bunny jumps up,
waves its paw at the two of them
and hops off down the road.

Ten feet away he stops,
turns around and waves again,

he hops down the road another 10 feet,
turns and waves,

hops another ten feet,
turns and waves,

and repeats this again and again and again and again,
until he hops out of sight.

The man is astonished.
He runs over to the woman and demands,

"What is in that can?
What did you spray on the Easter Bunny ?"

The woman turns the can around
so that the man can read the label.

It says..



(Are you ready for this?)

(Are you sure?)

(You know you're gonna be sorry)

(Last chance)

(OK, here it is)

It says,


"Hair Spray
Restores life to dead hair,and adds permanent wave."

Happy Easter!!!
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:)

Remember to Breathe

This was so refreshing to watch

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mitch phoned his heart surgeon to schedule an appointment for an immediate surgery.”I’m sorry,” the receptionist answered, “we don’t have anything available for the next three weeks.”"But I could die by then!”"No problem, just call before to cancel the appointment.”

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Have a good one.:)

Happy Labour Day

Today is a day to enjoy at home with family, preferably by a body of water.

The sounds smells and light reflecting off the surface of the seas, take one way

back to the beginning, when it all began.

A day such as this, how is one to forget?

How is one not to share in both the peace and danger of it?

A little crab scurrying away from death

Whisked away by a strange fluke wave

Saved by danger.

Love Life

Have a great one!

Christina Lake

I got pictures from Christina Lake and told everyone, this is such a beautiful place.

Today we found out, a woman there, was feeding dog food to bears, by her place deep in the woods, to keep people away from her marijuana grow op.

The police went to check on the bear problem and found it loll

So she is arrested and now they are worried about bears becoming aggressive because they are not going to be fed by her

They may have to shoot them. They say maybe at the trial she will say she had the grow op to get money to feed the bears.The bears are docile and happy and the police were laughing.

Bears are misunderstood. They just say: "Feed me." loll

A Dog Named Beau

Since I have a dog named Beau, well actually, he's isn't mine but my oldest son's dog, I could not resist to put on this bit with Johnny Carson and Jimmy Stewart reading a poem on a dog named Beau.

Our boy is similar, loves his freedom and to eat but he doesn't bite. When you sit he never stops pushing your arm up so you pat him. He can be very pesty. As a pup he was very friendly and smart, but because people's dog's who were not leashed, came up to him with aggressive tendencies, when my son took him for walks, he learned not to trust other dogs and barks at them before they decide to come to him when he is leashed.
Because of this, he doesn't go out much now lol
The young have the girls and no time for dogs and the old are too old to deal with this. lol

We jokingly call Beau an ol junk yard dog because of his colors and his rugged stalky look. He is a golden / border collie and something else mix lol .
I never saw his Dad but I understand he was humungous. Both parents were country dogs. The Dad got hit by a car and the Mom was shot by conservationists, for chasing wild deer.
Can you imagine that? There is no freedom for dogs anymore.
Even in the countryside. But the owners were warned.

Beau loves to play hide and seek, especially when he's been doing something bad. lol
He is really a great dog.
But then...... most dogs are. Even the bad ones.

I can see why Jimmy Sewart would be crying for all dogs ........ named Beau.
Enjoy.

Brussels in Bloom

A Carpet of Begonias to lay at your feet.
A Garden so fragrant it makes you weep
The love of an artist to create such a scene
A wonder of wonders
A sight for sore eyes.
:)ALADY"S LIFE


Two friars are having trouble paying off the belfry, so they open a florist shop.
Everyone wants to buy flowers from the men of God so business is quickly booming.
The florist across town sees a huge drop in sales and asks the two friars to close their shop,
but they refuse.
A month later the florist begs the friars to close because he’s having trouble feeding his family.
Again, they refuse, so the florist hires Hugh McTaggert.
Hugh is the roughest, toughest thug in town and is hired to “persuade” the friars to close.
Hugh asks the friars to close their florist shop.
When they refuse, he threatens to beat the crap out of them and wreck their shop every day they remain open, so they close.
This proves once again that Hugh and only Hugh can prevent florist friars. ~ Paul
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Grass is just a flower bed in waiting
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Why do melons have fancy weddings? Because they cantaloupe.

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How to stop a dog from digging in a garden. Start right! Never let the dog see you digging . . . Doggy see, doggy do
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The best way to garden is to put on a wide brimmed straw hat and some old clothes. And with a hoe in one hand and a cold drink in the other, tell somebody else where to dig.

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Gardening Rule:
When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed
and not a valuable plant is to pull on it.
If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant. ~ Joan

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Morning Glory

 

The Glory



The glory of the beauty of the morning, -
The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;
The blackbird that has found it, and the dove
That tempts me on to something sweeter than love;
White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;
The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy
Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart: -
The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning
All I can ever do, all I can be,
Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue,
The happiness I fancy fit to dwell
In beauty's presence. Shall I now this day
Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell,
Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start
And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops,
In hope to find whatever it is I seek,
Hearkening to short-lived happy-seeming things
That we know naught of, in the hazel copse?
Or must I be content with discontent
As larks and swallows are perhaps with wings?
And shall I ask at the day's end once more
What beauty is, and what I can have meant
By happiness? And shall I let all go,
Glad, weary, or both? Or shall I perhaps know
That I was happy oft and oft before,
Awhile forgetting how I am fast pent,
How dreary-swift, with naught to travel to,
Is Time? I cannot bite the day to the core.

Edward Thomas


I thought this was a very nice poem and I would say to the poet relax and enjoy the moment.
Why spoil a good thing? Sometimes it doesn’t pay to examine everything to the core and just go with the flow.

When glory presents itself to you, you must be grateful for it doesn’t present itself to every one.
I believe man cannot handle the truest of truths neither can he handle matters at their core because of their explosive nature.

Man must accept the gifts he is given, in the short intervals they are given to him.
He must accept the pain and suffering in the same context, that is, in the same short intervals, they are being presented to him
For we do not live in a perfect balanced world.

We walk through life as babes learning to walk Sometimes we manage and some times we need a helping hand to keep balance and
sometimes we fall on our bums just to get up again
But we always find a reason to try again until we succeed.
The day we do, is a glorious day.

Have a good one

Encounters at the end of the WORLD

Multitasking,
I watched the program, "Encounters at the Edge of the World" where a small penguin decided to separate, from the group heading inland to lay and hatch eggs, and walk out into the vastness of the Antarctic where there was nothing but death waiting for him.

The beautiful, serene,mystic, Antarctic.
Scientists studying this piece of solitude, found that people are facing the same end as the dinosaurs did.

They said creatures that live under the water, are menacing and dangerous and this may have forced creatures to come out of the ocean onto land, to escape death.

They found such things as nutrinoes, which go through everything and are needed to create the basic elements.

Nutrinoes are so small, they can go through everything, including ourselves, which makes us a part of everything around us.

The scientists know how to calculate them but not see them.
They called them, like something out of the spirit world.

The only way to see them would be in a blue lightening light of maybe 1/100millionth of a second.

Alan Watts was quoted as saying something like:
Through our eyes the universe is perceiving itself Through our ears the universe is listening to its causing harmonies We are witness through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory” -----------------------------------------

I have long believed that all that we are, was begot from the universe, through which we listen, when it comes to us. This is why Bethoven could hear music even when he was deaf. This is where we got our Picasso's and for all we know our Bible is enriched with messages sent from heaven to our prophets. And why not if we are all one?
God had said one thing we are closer to coming to understand. He said I AM and because he is,
we are.

Watts said it in reverse and this makes a lot of sense because we make noise and send messages back out there for some one/thing to hear.

Watts, if I am not mistaken,was a philosopher and studied a lot of Buddhism.

Can you imagine the messages, waves of explosions, fire and hurricanes,we send out into the universe?
If everything is attached to these waves in nutrinoes, then for sure man will live forever and rebirth is and will occur on other planets welcoming life be it in dust, minerals or ice water......
We do not need to be conscious of our existence to know or understand that we are.
We suffer, because we are conscious and it is this consciousness that creates differences like between good and evil, which otherwise would not exist. Life is about change and change does not consist of good or evil. Like everything else, it just is.

What happens, knowing all things go full circle, when all the noise we make in waves, comes back and attacks earth? Would Earth be able to withstand the echoes from the past or would they cause it to explode like a soprano's voice shatters glass?
Would this be good, evil or just change that needed to take place for no reason other than it just did.

It may be advantageous to our world, if we lived quieter lives or maybe it really doesn't matter at all.

Maybe by playing more symphonies, the universe will listen and become conscious of its' Glory.......and ours.

Have a good one!!!

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