Saturday, July 31, 2010
Whatif
by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
i guess it was an owl outside of my window in the middle of the night. for over an hour there was something in the branches of the oak making a sound that sounded a bit like a horse's whinny.
today is my sister's birthday!
i'm also going to get my nails done-that's my little treat for myself!
went to dinner at a place i won't name, but tho the food was good, it was a bit over priced. the drinks were way overpriced and not that good. the young girl that waited on us was nice and trying to learn, so that was good. i've worked with the public and for tips - i KNOW just how hard that can be-especially in a place like this one.
the hostess was NASTY. absolutely nasty, as if she were doing us a favor seating us.
even tho the place was quite empty-she sat us right next to another couple-and i mean RIGHT NEXT TO! her hip was about a foot and a half from mine.
i won't be back. we did leave a nice tip tho- like i said, i've worked with the public and for tips.
Friday, July 30, 2010
The Daily Show With Jon Stewart | Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c | |||
Leader's Digest | ||||
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Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Glenn Beck's 'Restoring Honor' Rally Claims To Be Non-Political But Will Headline Palin And NRA (PHOTO)
Glenn Beck's 'Restoring Honor' Rally Claims To Be Non-Political But Will Headline Palin And NRA (PHOTO)
me- "non political?"
no one is stupid enopugh to believe THAT!
why not just be honest about it? i'd have a bit of respect for him and this.
me- "non political?"
no one is stupid enopugh to believe THAT!
why not just be honest about it? i'd have a bit of respect for him and this.
Evening Star
by Edgar Allan Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
California City Officials' Fat Salaries Spur Investigation
California City Officials' Fat Salaries Spur Investigation
me-saw this report last night and was stunned!
me-saw this report last night and was stunned!
"I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their happiness or satisfaction. Yet true happiness comes from a sense of peace and contentment, which in turn must be achieved through the cultivation of altruism, of love and compassion, and elimination of ignorance, selfishness, and greed." --Dalai Lama, 1989 Nobel Peace Prize Speech via Dan Hanley
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
this is my 1st. post from july 10th 2005:
"tho i've been writing for some time, this is a new experience. a first time blogger! please, bear with me. thanks much.
i hope you'll enjoy your time with me.
my poetry is eclectic by nature as i am.to me
to me, feelings are the key, the goal is to share words that can bind us all as fellow travelers in this life. enjoy! "
very nice evening.
finally bit the bullet and made an appt. with my doctor for a check up etc.
it's not til the end of next month so i have plenty of time to obsess over it.oh, i will. i will! just couldn't in all good conscious put it off any longer no matter what else was happening that was a grand excuse not to! yeah, i know, i should know better but...
nothing much else going on. same old/ same old!
oh, except my little sweetie called the other day to tell me that she got her ears pierced. she was so thrilled that i couldn't help but laugh along with her.
The Colbert Report | Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c | |||
On Topic: The Environment - Wimpy Treehuggers and Dirty Hippies | ||||
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Florida church to hold Quran-burning
Florida church to hold Quran-burning
me- nasty and sick and just making things worse for everyone including our servicepeople BUT it got this "little" man publicity!
me- nasty and sick and just making things worse for everyone including our servicepeople BUT it got this "little" man publicity!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
2 Political Junkies: Hey, I got an idea! (Updated 1x)
2 Political Junkies: Hey, I got an idea! (Updated 1x)
me-yep-had to bring in experts from texas!!!
that isn't good!
me-yep-had to bring in experts from texas!!!
that isn't good!
went to the 1st night of the pittsburgh blues festival last night. it is their 16th year and it benefits the food bank. it is held not that far from my house and this id the FIRST time i've been there.(i said i don't get out much)
had a blast. really terrific music and food and friends and fun!
it runs 2 more days so grab a lawn chair or a blanket and go.
me? well, klutzy me, i went to sit down and missed the chair!
my right thumb and the palm right underneath to the wrist is swollen and bruised-but- it moves fine so...
can not take me anywhere. i do things like this all the time.
had a blast. really terrific music and food and friends and fun!
it runs 2 more days so grab a lawn chair or a blanket and go.
me? well, klutzy me, i went to sit down and missed the chair!
my right thumb and the palm right underneath to the wrist is swollen and bruised-but- it moves fine so...
can not take me anywhere. i do things like this all the time.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Male Strippers:
Last night, my Red Hat friends and I went to a Ladies Night Club.
One of the girls wanted to impress the rest of us, so she pulled out a $10 bill. When the male dancer came over to us, my friend licked the $10 bill and stuck it to his butt cheek!
Not to be outdone, another friend pulls out a $20 bill.She called the guy back, licks the $20 bill, and sticks it to his other butt cheek.
In another attempt to impress the rest of us,my third friend pulls out a $50 bill and calls the guy over, and licks the $50 bill.I'm worried about the way things are going, but fortunately, she just stuck it to one of his butt cheeks again.
Seeing the way things are going, the guy races over to me! Now everyone's attention is focused on me, and the guy is egging me on to try to top the $50. My brain was churning as I reached for my wallet..
What could I do?
The woman in me took over!
I got out my ATM card, swiped it down the crack of his butt,grabbed the eighty bucks,and left!!!
Last night, my Red Hat friends and I went to a Ladies Night Club.
One of the girls wanted to impress the rest of us, so she pulled out a $10 bill. When the male dancer came over to us, my friend licked the $10 bill and stuck it to his butt cheek!
Not to be outdone, another friend pulls out a $20 bill.She called the guy back, licks the $20 bill, and sticks it to his other butt cheek.
In another attempt to impress the rest of us,my third friend pulls out a $50 bill and calls the guy over, and licks the $50 bill.I'm worried about the way things are going, but fortunately, she just stuck it to one of his butt cheeks again.
Seeing the way things are going, the guy races over to me! Now everyone's attention is focused on me, and the guy is egging me on to try to top the $50. My brain was churning as I reached for my wallet..
What could I do?
The woman in me took over!
I got out my ATM card, swiped it down the crack of his butt,grabbed the eighty bucks,and left!!!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Jesus' General: Paulite Scholarship: Enslaved by Capital Letters
Jesus' General: Paulite Scholarship: Enslaved by Capital Letters
me- if ANYBODY can fugure out what this person is yakking about, please let me know!
me- if ANYBODY can fugure out what this person is yakking about, please let me know!
trying to clean up a bit round here without overdoing it and getting lightheaded or queasy. i have had a problem with cold for years now but it seems my body is not regulating itself to the heat now!
probably something else going goofy in my body. it's an adventure to put a good spin on things.
sometimes things DO look better upside down!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
from my uncle gabe:
Over 50 Generation"
I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it,
and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating". You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, “No, but I do toot a lot."
Over 50 Generation"
I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it,
and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating". You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, “No, but I do toot a lot."
Alleged gunman says he wanted 'a revolution'
Alleged gunman says he wanted 'a revolution'
me-gee, odd doncha think? that we haven't had any liberal lefties with guns doing crap like this!
me-gee, odd doncha think? that we haven't had any liberal lefties with guns doing crap like this!
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