Interesting facts & a funny . . .

**Donkeys are responsible for killing more people annually than plane crashes.

**Reindeer milk has more fat than cow's milk.

**Pittsburgh is the only city where all major sports teams share the same colors: black and gold.

**A shrimp's heart is in it's head.

**80% of millionaires drive used cars.

**Bananas contain a natural chemical which can make a person happy. This chemical is also found in prozac.

**Honey is the only food that will not spoil.

**Most alcoholic beverages contain all 13 minerals necessary to sustain human life.

**The bark of an older redwood tree is fireproof.

A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street. "But officer," the man began, "I can expain." "Just be quiet," snapped the officer. "I'm going to let you cool your jets until the chief gets back." "But,, officer I just wanted to say..." "And I said to keep quiet! You're going to jail!!" A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, "Lucky for you that the chief's at his daughter's wedding. He'll be in a good mood when he gets back." "Don't count on it," answerd the fellow in the cell. "I'm the groom."

Criminal Justice . . .

A kleptomaniac woman had been caught shoplifting in a supermarket and had to appear in court, taking along her long-suffering husband for marital support.

The prosecution proved that the theft had taken place so the judge told her that, considering her record, he was forced to impose a jail term.

"This time you stole a can of tomatoes. Let us suppose that there were six tomatoes in the can. Do you agree?"

The woman agreed.

"Then I sentence you to six nights in jail."

The husband jumped to his feet, addressing the judge, "Your honor, may I approach the bench?"

"Well," said his honor, this is somewhat unusual but I will make an exception in this case. You may approach the bench."

The husband wasted no time getting there and, leaning forward, he said in a low voice, "She also stole a can of peas."

A couple funnies . . .

INTOXICATED

After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.

After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car which he fell into. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.

Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off (it was a fine, dry summer night) -- flicked the blinkers on, then off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patron vehicles left.

At last, the parking lot empty, he pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive slowly down the road. The police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up the patrol car, put on the flashing lights, and promptly pulled the man over and carried out a Breathalyzer test. To his amazement the Breathalyzer indicated no evidence of the man having consumed any alcohol at all.

Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This Breathalyzer equipment must be broken."

"I doubt it," said the truly proud Hillbilly. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."

DOUBLE PANED WINDOWS

Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with those expensive double-pane energy efficient kind. But this week, I got a call from the contractor complaining that his work had been completed a whole year and I had yet to pay for them.

Boy, oh boy, did we go around!

Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid. So, I proceeded to tell him just what his fast-talking sales guy had told me last year ... that in one year the windows would pay for themselves.

There was silence on the other end of the line, so I just hung up, and he hasn't called back. Guess he felt really stupid, huh?

Sisters . . .

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother.

As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. "Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass.

"They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them.

And remember that 'Sisters' also means your girlfriends, your daughters, and other women relatives too. You'll need other women. Women always do."

'What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought.

Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup. Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!'

But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life.

Here is what she has learned:

Times passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Love waxes and wanes.
Break-ups happen.
Hearts break.
Careers end.
Jobs come and go.
Parents pass away.
Colleagues forget favors.
Men don't call when they say they will.

BUT Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. My mother, sister, aunt, daughter, daughter-in-law, sisters-in-law, and "girlfriends", bless my life! The world wouldn't be the same without them, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still.

A Sister is never farther away than needing her can reach. I love you all. Thanks for being you.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.

Just a little funny . . .

Mike was going to be married to Karen, so his father sat him down for a little fireside chat. He says, "Mike, let me tell you something. On my wedding night in our honeymoon suite, I took off my pants and handed them to your mother and said, "Here try these on."

She did and said, "These are too big. I can't wear them." I replied, "Exactly. I wear the pants in this family and I always will. Ever since that night we have never had any problems." "Hmmm," says Mike. He thinks that might be a good thing to try.

On his honeymoon, Mike takes off his pants and says to Karen, "Here try these on." She does and says, "These are too large. They don't fit me." Mike says, "Exactly. I wear the pants in this family and I always will. I don't want you to ever forget that." Then Karen takes off her pants and hands them to Mike and says, "Here you try on mine." He does and says, "I can't get into your pants." Karen says, "Exactly. And if you don't change your smart-ass attitude, you never will."

The World's Shortest Fairytale . . .

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?". The girl said, "NO!". And the guy lived happily ever after and he went fishing, hunting and played golf a lot; and he drank beer and farted whenever he wanted.

The Tablecloth . . .

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.

They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished.

On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.

On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.

The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus . . . She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.

She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.

Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet . . . "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria.

The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and she never saw her husband or her home again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, that was the least he could do.. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.

The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike.

He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison . . . He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.

True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid, who says God does not work in mysterious ways . . . I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you go along your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him all our cares you know He will see us through. So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult at best . . . Just remember I'm here praying and God will do the rest.

Project HeART!

A friend shared this so thought I would pass it on:

Hospitals have no power. Families forced from their homes. The drinking water is polluted. The death count rises. This is not a third world country you're watching on T.V, This is the United States, OUR home. People need our help. Help to survive and rebuild. Charity isn't always about dropping a buck in a coffee can and right now it's about picking up a pen and lending your talent.

Project HeART is asking artists from tattooists to painters to pick up a 4x6 index card and give heART! Design a realistic heart, paint a sacred heart, sketch a traditional heart- whatever your style may be, we want to combine your amazing talent with that of other great artists to help the victims of Katrina that have lost everything. We'll be gathering all works of art into one large piece for a charity auction on eBay, with all profits going to Habitat for Humanity. Don't have an index card? Or prefer working on another material? Any 4x6 paper will do! Your contribution is more appreciated than you will know! Participants are asked to include their name, website, company, or other information that they would like attached to their work. Also send your email address to be made aware of the upcoming auction!

Spread the word and send your submissions by September 16, 2005 to:
Project HeART
c/o Brandon
1885 California Ave.
Corona, CA 92881
Let us know you're participating! Email ProjectHeART@hotmail.com for more information or to sign up!

Thanks for your participation in ProjectHeART!

My heart is breaking . . .

for my grandson. He's getting bullied at school. He is so stressed out about it that it actually made him sick yesterday & he had to come early from school. How do explain to a kid why people bully? How do explain to a kid that there's nothing wrong with him - that it's the bullies who have the problem? How do you take away the pain that he's experiencing? This kid is so much like me, it's scary. He's not a follower; he's a loner; suffers from very low self-esteem & what people say to him or about him can cut him like a knife. I go to be with him on the mornings my son-in-law has to work so he's not alone getting ready for school & this morning he couldn't stop talking about it & was asking me what he's supposed to do? I told him to ignore them - that if they think they're not bothering him, they'll stop. What I really wanted to say was let me at 'em! How dare they do that to you!! How dare anyone hurt you, you awesome kid, you! I did tell him that he was one awesome kid & not to let anyone tell him otherwise! But he's probably thinking, "You're my grandma, of course you're going to think that!" I didn't want to send him on the bus, I wanted to keep him with me. Protecting him from all the ugliness of the world. I tried to be really easy-going about it when I felt like my insides were being torn out of me. When I was in such pain because he was in such torment. When all I wanted to do was cry because I hurt so much for him. I'm hoping they'll leave him alone. That this will pass as quickly as it started & that he'll never again in his sweet, precious life have to deal with this kind of treatment. I am praying so hard for it to stop.

How to Stay Young!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. (Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches ;)

3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,

Whatever! Never let the brain get idle "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.

6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, and hobbies, whatever, your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

MOST IMPORTANTLY....HAVE FAITH AND KNOW THAT GOD LOVES YOU NO MATTER WHAT!

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2005 WHEN.....

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 4.
4. You email the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have email addresses.
6. You go home after a long day at work and still answer the phone in a business manner.
7. You make phone calls from home and accidentally dial "9" to get an outside line.
8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked from three different companies!!!
10. You learn about your redundancy on the 11:00 news.
11. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.
12. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone! to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
13. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
14. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around and go get it.
15. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
16. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. :)
17. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
18. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
19. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
20. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

Live, laugh, love . . .

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Breast Cancer Hospitalization Bill

Thanks to my friend Stacie for passing this info on!

In April 2005 the bill (now called the Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act of 2005) was submitted to Congress once again, this time as H.R. 1849. Although most efforts to see this bill passed urge supporters to affix their names to some type of petition, we believe the most effective course of action is to contact one's congressional representative(s) directly, by U.S. mail, telephone, fax, or e-mail.

It takes 2 seconds to do this and is very important...please take the time and do it really quick!

Breast Cancer Hospitalization Bill - Important legislation for all women.

There's a bill called the Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act which will require insurance companies to cover a minimum 48-hour hospital stay for patients undergoing a mastectomy. It's about eliminating the "drive-through mastectomy" where women are forced to go home hours after surgery against the wishes of their doctor, still g roggy from anesthesia and sometimes with drainage tubes still attached. Lifetime Television has put this bill on their webpage with a petition drive to show your support. Last year over half the House signed on. PLEASE!! Sign the petition by clicking on the web site below. You need not give more than your name and zip code number.
http://www.lifetimetv.com/health/breast_mastectomy_pledge.html

This takes about 2 seconds. PLEASE PASS THIS ON to your friends and family. THANKS

Worth reading . . .

For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.

Ben Stein's Last Column...

How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?

As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.

It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.

Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.

They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.

A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.

A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.

We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.

There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.

Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.

I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin...or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.

But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.

Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.
By Ben Stein

This is pretty cool!!

http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp

I did mine & here is what it said: A Life Path 7 person is a peaceful and affectionate soul, and by nature rather reserved and analytical. The overwhelming strength of the number 7 is reflected in the depth of thinking that is shown; you will garner knowledge from practically every source that you find. Intellectual, scientific and studious, you don't accept a premise until you have dissected the subject and arrived at you own independent conclusion. This is a very spiritual number and it often denotes a sort of spiritual wisdom that becomes apparent at a fairly early age. You need a good deal of quiet time to be with your own inner thoughts and dreams. You dislike crowds, noise and confusion. You are very thorough and complete in your work, the perfectionist who expects everyone else to be a meet a high standard of performance, too. You evaluate situations very quickly and with amazing accuracy. You rely heavily on your experiences and your intuition, rather than accepting advice from someone; your hunches usually prove to be very accurate, and knowing this, you are one who tends to follow the directions they seem to guide. It's easy for you to detect deception and recognize insincere people. You aren't one to have a wide circle of friends, but once you accept someone as a friend, it's for life. You really aren't a very social person, and your reserve is often taken to be aloofness. Actually, it's not that at all, but merely a cover up for your basic feeling of insecurity. You actually like being alone, away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. In many ways, you would have fit in better in much earlier times when the pace of life was less hectic.

I cannot believe how accurate this is about me. It's kinda spooky in a way!

TGIF!!

Just a little funny today:

A physician claims that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:

1. "Take it easy, Doc! You're boldly going where no man has gone before!"
2. "Find Amelia Earhart yet?"
3. "Can you hear me NOW?"
4. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
5. "You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married!"
6. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"
7. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out . . ."
8. "Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!"
9. " If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!"
10. "Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity!"
11. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"
And the best one of all . . .
12. "Could you please write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?"

When life . . .

hands you lemons, make lemonade. Then find someone who's been handed vodka & have a party. I've definitely been handed the lemons, so who's got the vodka??

That pretty much wraps up my feelings for the day.

The blues . . .

I'm in a yucky mood today. I'm tired & I feel very old. It's been raining for about 36 hours & I miss the sunshine. I love the rain & heaven knows we need it, but this kind of weather for a couple of days wreaks havoc with my senses. And my mood. I get so depressed & just feel even worse about myself than normal. I've been cleaning & organizing my scrap room & have been staring at a layout since last night. Nothing is coming together & it's probably not going to until this depressed state of mind goes away. Think I'll go take a long, hot bath & then maybe go shopping. Somehow, shopping always makes things seem better.

Thunderstorms . . .

Woke up this morning to the sounds of thunder in the distance. Could see the flashes of lightning through the curtains. In the early morning quiet, the sound of thunder is one of my very favorite sounds. I don't know why but I feel so at peace & so comfortable listening to thunder rumble outside the safety & security of my home. I love hearing the rain falling on the roof. This morning's rain is so very welcomed - it's been extremely dry here lately & all the lawns are looking pretty brown. When you walk across the grass it crackles under your feet because it's so dry. We're on such strict watering restrictions here - one day a week for a limited number of hours. It's very difficult to keep your yard looking beautiful with such limited water use. So, when the sun starts rising this morning, the lawns & trees & plants will all be a vibrant green. Such a beautiful sight. The simple things in life can sometimes be the most precious & the ones we most take for granted. They say this rain should last until early Wednesday morning. I hope so. I'm looking forward to seeing the shades of green I haven't seen outside in a long time.

Happy Memorial Day

I think it's rather ironic that we wish people a 'happy' Memorial Day. I'm not sure there's anything 'happy' about remembering all the braves souls who gave up their lives for us. This day makes me pretty sad. We went to the Devil Ray's baseball game yesterday & they had the wife & son of a local serviceman who was killed in Iraq, throw out the ceremonial first pitch. They told his story & how he so very bravely gave up his own life to save over 100 of his fellow soldiers. They said he had been posthumously awarded the purple heart & that there are only about 3800 soldiers from all the wars combined that have received this award. I have to admit I was pretty startled at that number. I would have thought there had been so many more. So, by the time they finished telling his story & introducing his wife & son, I was sobbing. Not just for him, but for all the brave men & women who have died for all of us. I was proud the crowd stood & gave his family a standing ovation. Guess we all should be doing that on a much more regular basis. Enjoy your Memorial Day & stop for a few moments here & there to remember why we have this day. Peace & love . . .

Racing . . .

I love auto racing - especially NASCAR!! But today is two-fer Sunday!! Indy 500 & then the NASCAR Coca Cola 600 tonight!! WOOHOO!! Gotta watch the Indy to see how Danica Patrick does. She's actually looking like she might be a contender in this race. As with just about everything in life, there's controversy. The 'big boys' are saying her weight gives her an advantage. Being that she only weighs 100lbs. will make her car faster. So what?? There's so much more to racing than just the speed. They should know that more than anyone else. Maybe they're worried because she's actually a good driver & heaven forbid a female should show signs of beating the 'big boys!!' Chances are that won't happen, but I'll be watching & cheering her on!! Whatever happens, she's making history today & deserves all the recognition she's receiving!

Feet

I hate my feet. My ugly, ugly feet. My friend Lisa sent me the cutest pair of bright orange Fuzzy Flops & I wanted to create a layout about my cute Fuzzy Flops, so I grabbed the camera & took a few pics. I couldn't believe how ugly my feet were & that I was actually walking around in public wearing flops & sandles exposing these ugly feet to the rest of the world! I think I need to splurge on a decent pedicure at the very least!

People . . .

I really don't like stupid people. Or better said, people who pretend to be stupid. Pretend to be stupid to get out of doing things. Doing things they are supposed to do, things they are obligated to do. I think to myself, "they can't possibly be THAT stupid!!" Nope, they aren't. They just want you to think they are. What I don't like even more is that they get away with this false stupidity! They somehow manage to get all the 'smarter' people to do all the things they should be doing! The ones who follow through with their obligations. The ones who are always there to step up to the plate. Makes you wonder who the stupid ones really are.

Don't like greedy, selfish people either. People who are so consumed with greed they go to any extreme to make sure they get anything & everything they possibly can with the least amount of work possible. People who will dash the hopes & dreams of another because they won't be getting what they think they should be getting out of it. Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee. They are the first ones to be there when there's something 'free' involved & the last ones there when there's work to be done. Oh, they're always full of suggestions & advice & they are so good at telling other people what they should be doing! But, where are they when it's time to follow through with those offered suggestions & advice? In line to get something for nothing! Every once in awhile that greed does come up & bite them in the buttocks though! And oh, do I ever revel when that happens!! I'm almost literally jumping up & down with joy!! Then I stop & wonder what kind of person that makes me? That I can take such joy out of someone else's misery. It also makes me so very grateful for the friends I have in my life. Friends that are not stupid or greedy or selfish, but just the opposite.

Anyhow, it's not all gloom & doom today! It's a holiday weekend, I have my grandson here for a couple of days & we just bought a boat which we will take out for the first time this weekend!! WOOHOO!! Life really is good!!