Showing posts with label Stuff I Liked Enough to Save. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stuff I Liked Enough to Save. Show all posts
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
You were too busy with yourself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-9VnIba_qQ&p=9D782CD7BA58BB
Staind - Fade
I try to breathe
Memories overtaking me
I try to face them but
the thought is too
Much to conceive
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of the darkness
That my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to
Express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
So where were you
When all this I was going through
You never took the time to ask me
Just what you could do
Staind - Fade
I try to breathe
Memories overtaking me
I try to face them but
the thought is too
Much to conceive
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of the darkness
That my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to
Express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
So where were you
When all this I was going through
You never took the time to ask me
Just what you could do
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
These are actual comments made on students' report cards by teachers in the New York City public school system. All teachers were reprimanded (but, boy, are these funny!)
1. Since my last report, your child has reached rock bottom and has started to dig.
2. I would not allow this student to breed.
3. Your child has delusions of adequacy.
4. Your son is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot. (my favorite...)
5. Your son sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them.
6. The student has a 'full six-pack' but lacks the plastic thing to hold it all together.
7. This child has been working with glue too much.
8. When your daughter's IQ reaches 50, she should sell.
9. The gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming..
10. If this student were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week.
11. It's impossible to believe the sperm that created this child beat out 1,000,000 others.
12. The wheel is turning but the hamster is definitely dead.
1. Since my last report, your child has reached rock bottom and has started to dig.
2. I would not allow this student to breed.
3. Your child has delusions of adequacy.
4. Your son is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot. (my favorite...)
5. Your son sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them.
6. The student has a 'full six-pack' but lacks the plastic thing to hold it all together.
7. This child has been working with glue too much.
8. When your daughter's IQ reaches 50, she should sell.
9. The gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming..
10. If this student were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week.
11. It's impossible to believe the sperm that created this child beat out 1,000,000 others.
12. The wheel is turning but the hamster is definitely dead.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Quote for the Day
Quote For The Day
"Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her." So....if you give her crap, You will receive more shit than any one human being can handle.
from an e-mail
"Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her." So....if you give her crap, You will receive more shit than any one human being can handle.
from an e-mail
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Some Music I Like
Chasing Cars............................ Snow Patrol
Stop and Stare.......................... OneRepublic
Whatever It Takes....................... Lifehouse
It's Not My Time........................ 3 Doors Down
Right Here.............................. Staind
First Time.............................. Lifehouse
It's Not Over........................... Daughtry
It's Been Awhile........................ Staind
Never Too Late.......................... Three Days Grace
Over You................................ Daughtry
Blurry.................................. Puddle of Mudd
Home.................................... Daughtry
So Far Away............................. Staind
Let It Rock............................. Kevin Rudolf & Lil Wayne
Love Remains the Same................... Gavin Rossdale
45...................................... Shinedown
Hanging By a Moment..................... Lifehouse
Stop and Stare.......................... OneRepublic
Whatever It Takes....................... Lifehouse
It's Not My Time........................ 3 Doors Down
Right Here.............................. Staind
First Time.............................. Lifehouse
It's Not Over........................... Daughtry
It's Been Awhile........................ Staind
Never Too Late.......................... Three Days Grace
Over You................................ Daughtry
Blurry.................................. Puddle of Mudd
Home.................................... Daughtry
So Far Away............................. Staind
Let It Rock............................. Kevin Rudolf & Lil Wayne
Love Remains the Same................... Gavin Rossdale
45...................................... Shinedown
Hanging By a Moment..................... Lifehouse
Saturday, November 1, 2008
THE PACU NURSE
A small but highly skilled area
A separate entity owning to itself
We cradle your infants
We comfort your young children
We teach your adolescent and young adults
We console you in your time of need
Wipe your tears and encourage you
to be strong
Instruct you to care for yourself
the best you can
We care for your elderly and the
critically ill
We awaken you from your induced slumber
We're the distant voices, the faded smiles
The tender touch that most forget
To those of you who know and
remember us...we say thanks
To those of you who have touched our
lives as we have yours...
We say, it was our pleasure
taking care of you
Even though you were here with us
for a short time
You have your imprints on our hearts
and in our minds.
Written by Susan Halvorsen, RN, underwood Memorial Hospital PACU, Woodbury, NJ
A separate entity owning to itself
We cradle your infants
We comfort your young children
We teach your adolescent and young adults
We console you in your time of need
Wipe your tears and encourage you
to be strong
Instruct you to care for yourself
the best you can
We care for your elderly and the
critically ill
We awaken you from your induced slumber
We're the distant voices, the faded smiles
The tender touch that most forget
To those of you who know and
remember us...we say thanks
To those of you who have touched our
lives as we have yours...
We say, it was our pleasure
taking care of you
Even though you were here with us
for a short time
You have your imprints on our hearts
and in our minds.
Written by Susan Halvorsen, RN, underwood Memorial Hospital PACU, Woodbury, NJ
Saturday, June 14, 2008
This will be our Tour of Memories for our family reunion in Vermont. I hope to add pictures to each memory that could apply. I don't remember much of this area, we went when I was a little girl. I remember going to the farm and there was a stream running through. Susie says she remembers us falling in. Yep, that sounds like me.
Welcome to the Charles - Gale - Rand Tour of Memories
For those of you who have been here before, we hope you will bear with us as we take you on a tour of the area, beloved by Cozbi Virginia Charles and Grace Clara Rand. We are doing this by memory, so some places may not be quite as we remember. You are the descendants of these women whose ancestry dates back to the Mayflower. These memories are so strong because we, the Charles and Rand grandchildren, spent their early summers here in this beautiful countryside.
We are leaving the Winding Brook Lodge on Edson hill Road to go north on the Mountain road to Smuggler’s Notch and Mount Mansfield, the highest points in Vermont. Turn right and we pass Miguel’s Stow- Away restaurant, this is the house which Dwight and Virginia Charles purchased in 1932, but never lived in, when he lost his job in Cleveland during the depression. Uncle Dean was born in January, 1933 in Morrisville.
As we drive up into the Notch, always look up, as the views are ever changing. The first Ski Area we get to is the Toll House where the Toll Road on the left takes you to the top of Mount Mansfield.. On the right we will see Bingham Falls, a beautiful waterfall with numerous pools. It is a 1 mile hike to the falls.
As we proceed, on the right will be the Spruce Peak Ski Area, where you will see the Alpine Slide. Across from Spruce peak, is the Mount Mansfield Ski Area and the Gondola ride to the top of the mountain. Peter can well remember sleeping in a lean -to with Scott and Marshall as we camped in the State Park, then hiking to the top of the mountain.
As we drive up into the Notch, the Big Spring will be on the right and we will stop there for a drink of water. You will look up and see “The Singing Bird”, “The Hunter and His Dog” and “The Elephant’s Head” on the mountain side. We will stop at the top of the Notch and see the caves. Years and years ago there was a man who would camp in this area in his truck during the summer and whittle small animal figures and give them to the children. Somewhere, Sara has a bear made by him and saved all these years.
As we start back down the Mountain Road, we come to Notch Brook Road. Just past it is Brook Road where there is a small covered bridge over the river. On the left is Mr. and Mrs. Poor’s farm where we got milk every day. Then on to the Cemetery where your Grandparents, Great Grandparents and numerous cousins are buried. Beyond are the back pastures where we would walk the cows from Uncle Ed’s farm each morning. And bring them back in the afternoon. Uncle Ed is Grandpa Gale’s older brother and the grandfather of Lee and Emma. On further was the Sugar House, where maple sugar was made and sold. It is no longer there. We played up here often. You can still see the holes from tapping for sap in the old maple trees at the sugar place.
Turn left on to The Mountain Road past the Magoon’s house and notice the little Church on the right, which was a one room schoolhouse where Grace Clara attended school. The schoolhouse in now in a farmer’s field past the Golf Course Road and will soon be moved to the village to house the Stowe Historical Society. On the left is the Church where Dwight and Virginia were married .The church is where Jennie Gale lived and changed it into a ski lodge. Grandpa Gale kept the key and looked after the church and schoolhouse, so we played many hours in these two places, always aware of our responsibility for their care.
Across from the old church is the home of Grandpa and Grandma Gale, originally the manse for the church. They needed a large house, not only to have room for our summer visits, but to board skiers during the winter and occasional summer guests in rooms we did not occupy. We will stop there either before or after lunch and talk to you about Grandma’s garden, Grandpa’s waterwheel and the house, and our days playing in the river.
We spent every summer there until Grandpa died, being put on the train in Cleveland the day after school was out until our Dad would come up late in August. Grace Clara , Ben and Gale would come down to stay too. They lived in Alburg, VT.
We will stop at the Shed for lunch. This was a hostelry where bike riders to the mountains stayed. We will see pictures of the original building at lunch, and hear stories about it..
We will now start up the Luce Hill road past Grandpa Gale’s Wood Mill and his large vegetable garden on the right. We cross the West Branch of the Little River, with the swimming hole beside it. This was a great place to play in the water. Then we come to Ten Acres Farm on the left. It was the home of Great Grandpa and Great Grandma Gale when they retired. To the left is the Barrows Road where Virginia was born. Grace Clara was born in Ohio.
Now up to the Trapp Family farm. This was the farm that Great Grandpa and Great Grandma Gale homesteaded, having bought the land from Henry Luce. When they moved to Ten Acres, they sold the farm to people who eventually sold it to the Von Trapp family.
Coming back down the Luce Hill road, we will pass, and will stop at, Grandma and Grandpa Gales house on the right, the Sears Home and hostelry, Charles and Ruth’s house, now the Gale farm Center, and arrive at Uncle Ed and Aunt Jenny’s home and Rocky River Farm, the largest dairy farm in northern Vermont. The house remains but the barn and silo have been replaced with shops. How many hours we spent in the barn!
As we leave the West branch area, we will pass Uncle Elmer and Aunt Angie’s retirement home (she was Grandpa’s oldest sister). It is now a ski lodge. Then to Mrs. Ferrin’s Three Green Doors Gift Shop. On the left is the Cape Cod Road and just beyond it is Uncle Angus’ farm.(Grandpa Gale’s younger brother). We will now cross the River again where there was a covered bridge and also a favorite swimming hole, although Janet was the only one old enough to swim there. Just over the bridge lived the Bedells, their daughter, Neola, was a favorite friend of Margie’s. Next to it was the Gables, a lovely tourist home, then go past the Ledges and the Stowe Theater. All the shops and motels were not there. We could walk along this road into the village on Wednesday evenings to go to the movies at Memorial Hall and Grandpa would pick us up afterwards. Nothing along here but farms and pastures.
As we approach the village, on the right is the Rocky Mountain Creamery, where Cousin Charles would take the milk from the farm and Janet would ride to town with him. You will see a very long pedestrian covered bridge which replaced the original bridge over the river.
Find a parking place and we will meet in front of the Green Mountain Inn.
Tour of the village. Green Mountain Inn
Shaw’s General Store ( cousins of Grandpa)
Memorial Hall (Akeleys are in our genealogy as family members).
Stafford’s Drug Store
Community Church(where we had “sugar on snow”)
Shops
Grocery Store
All of this may have to be postponed until Saturday, depending upon our time. You will want to spend some time roaming around the village.
After we tour the village , we will drive down School Street, across from the church, to see an original Covered Bridge, much like the ones near Bedells and the village, which are no longer there. We come out to RT 100 and will see the Cold Hollow Cider House on the left and Cabot’s Cheese House on the right
The original Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream Factory is on right. We will take a tour at 4:30. $3.00 adults, $2.00 seniors, 12 and under free.
As we return back north to the lower village, we will see the first wood mill that Grandpa worked in. Uncle George, Grandpa’s younger brother, lived across the street. Grandpa’s own larger wood mill was in Morrisville.
We will then turn up Rt 108 (the Mountain Road) to our lodge.
If you have access to Janet’s wonderful story and genealogy of the Gale and Double families, please read it before you come. It will give you a feeling of the heritage of the early settlers, the Gales of Stowe, Vermont, 9 children, 5 boys and 4 girls, Grandpa being the second son. Of his descendents only Sara has returned to live nearby.
AS YOU CAN SEE IT WILL BE A FULL DAY-HOPEFULLY ONE YOU WILL TREASURE AND GIVE YOU THE DESIRE TO RETURN
Welcome to the Charles - Gale - Rand Tour of Memories
For those of you who have been here before, we hope you will bear with us as we take you on a tour of the area, beloved by Cozbi Virginia Charles and Grace Clara Rand. We are doing this by memory, so some places may not be quite as we remember. You are the descendants of these women whose ancestry dates back to the Mayflower. These memories are so strong because we, the Charles and Rand grandchildren, spent their early summers here in this beautiful countryside.
We are leaving the Winding Brook Lodge on Edson hill Road to go north on the Mountain road to Smuggler’s Notch and Mount Mansfield, the highest points in Vermont. Turn right and we pass Miguel’s Stow- Away restaurant, this is the house which Dwight and Virginia Charles purchased in 1932, but never lived in, when he lost his job in Cleveland during the depression. Uncle Dean was born in January, 1933 in Morrisville.
As we drive up into the Notch, always look up, as the views are ever changing. The first Ski Area we get to is the Toll House where the Toll Road on the left takes you to the top of Mount Mansfield.. On the right we will see Bingham Falls, a beautiful waterfall with numerous pools. It is a 1 mile hike to the falls.
As we proceed, on the right will be the Spruce Peak Ski Area, where you will see the Alpine Slide. Across from Spruce peak, is the Mount Mansfield Ski Area and the Gondola ride to the top of the mountain. Peter can well remember sleeping in a lean -to with Scott and Marshall as we camped in the State Park, then hiking to the top of the mountain.
As we drive up into the Notch, the Big Spring will be on the right and we will stop there for a drink of water. You will look up and see “The Singing Bird”, “The Hunter and His Dog” and “The Elephant’s Head” on the mountain side. We will stop at the top of the Notch and see the caves. Years and years ago there was a man who would camp in this area in his truck during the summer and whittle small animal figures and give them to the children. Somewhere, Sara has a bear made by him and saved all these years.
As we start back down the Mountain Road, we come to Notch Brook Road. Just past it is Brook Road where there is a small covered bridge over the river. On the left is Mr. and Mrs. Poor’s farm where we got milk every day. Then on to the Cemetery where your Grandparents, Great Grandparents and numerous cousins are buried. Beyond are the back pastures where we would walk the cows from Uncle Ed’s farm each morning. And bring them back in the afternoon. Uncle Ed is Grandpa Gale’s older brother and the grandfather of Lee and Emma. On further was the Sugar House, where maple sugar was made and sold. It is no longer there. We played up here often. You can still see the holes from tapping for sap in the old maple trees at the sugar place.
Turn left on to The Mountain Road past the Magoon’s house and notice the little Church on the right, which was a one room schoolhouse where Grace Clara attended school. The schoolhouse in now in a farmer’s field past the Golf Course Road and will soon be moved to the village to house the Stowe Historical Society. On the left is the Church where Dwight and Virginia were married .The church is where Jennie Gale lived and changed it into a ski lodge. Grandpa Gale kept the key and looked after the church and schoolhouse, so we played many hours in these two places, always aware of our responsibility for their care.
Across from the old church is the home of Grandpa and Grandma Gale, originally the manse for the church. They needed a large house, not only to have room for our summer visits, but to board skiers during the winter and occasional summer guests in rooms we did not occupy. We will stop there either before or after lunch and talk to you about Grandma’s garden, Grandpa’s waterwheel and the house, and our days playing in the river.
We spent every summer there until Grandpa died, being put on the train in Cleveland the day after school was out until our Dad would come up late in August. Grace Clara , Ben and Gale would come down to stay too. They lived in Alburg, VT.
We will stop at the Shed for lunch. This was a hostelry where bike riders to the mountains stayed. We will see pictures of the original building at lunch, and hear stories about it..
We will now start up the Luce Hill road past Grandpa Gale’s Wood Mill and his large vegetable garden on the right. We cross the West Branch of the Little River, with the swimming hole beside it. This was a great place to play in the water. Then we come to Ten Acres Farm on the left. It was the home of Great Grandpa and Great Grandma Gale when they retired. To the left is the Barrows Road where Virginia was born. Grace Clara was born in Ohio.
Now up to the Trapp Family farm. This was the farm that Great Grandpa and Great Grandma Gale homesteaded, having bought the land from Henry Luce. When they moved to Ten Acres, they sold the farm to people who eventually sold it to the Von Trapp family.
Coming back down the Luce Hill road, we will pass, and will stop at, Grandma and Grandpa Gales house on the right, the Sears Home and hostelry, Charles and Ruth’s house, now the Gale farm Center, and arrive at Uncle Ed and Aunt Jenny’s home and Rocky River Farm, the largest dairy farm in northern Vermont. The house remains but the barn and silo have been replaced with shops. How many hours we spent in the barn!
As we leave the West branch area, we will pass Uncle Elmer and Aunt Angie’s retirement home (she was Grandpa’s oldest sister). It is now a ski lodge. Then to Mrs. Ferrin’s Three Green Doors Gift Shop. On the left is the Cape Cod Road and just beyond it is Uncle Angus’ farm.(Grandpa Gale’s younger brother). We will now cross the River again where there was a covered bridge and also a favorite swimming hole, although Janet was the only one old enough to swim there. Just over the bridge lived the Bedells, their daughter, Neola, was a favorite friend of Margie’s. Next to it was the Gables, a lovely tourist home, then go past the Ledges and the Stowe Theater. All the shops and motels were not there. We could walk along this road into the village on Wednesday evenings to go to the movies at Memorial Hall and Grandpa would pick us up afterwards. Nothing along here but farms and pastures.
As we approach the village, on the right is the Rocky Mountain Creamery, where Cousin Charles would take the milk from the farm and Janet would ride to town with him. You will see a very long pedestrian covered bridge which replaced the original bridge over the river.
Find a parking place and we will meet in front of the Green Mountain Inn.
Tour of the village. Green Mountain Inn
Shaw’s General Store ( cousins of Grandpa)
Memorial Hall (Akeleys are in our genealogy as family members).
Stafford’s Drug Store
Community Church(where we had “sugar on snow”)
Shops
Grocery Store
All of this may have to be postponed until Saturday, depending upon our time. You will want to spend some time roaming around the village.
After we tour the village , we will drive down School Street, across from the church, to see an original Covered Bridge, much like the ones near Bedells and the village, which are no longer there. We come out to RT 100 and will see the Cold Hollow Cider House on the left and Cabot’s Cheese House on the right
The original Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream Factory is on right. We will take a tour at 4:30. $3.00 adults, $2.00 seniors, 12 and under free.
As we return back north to the lower village, we will see the first wood mill that Grandpa worked in. Uncle George, Grandpa’s younger brother, lived across the street. Grandpa’s own larger wood mill was in Morrisville.
We will then turn up Rt 108 (the Mountain Road) to our lodge.
If you have access to Janet’s wonderful story and genealogy of the Gale and Double families, please read it before you come. It will give you a feeling of the heritage of the early settlers, the Gales of Stowe, Vermont, 9 children, 5 boys and 4 girls, Grandpa being the second son. Of his descendents only Sara has returned to live nearby.
AS YOU CAN SEE IT WILL BE A FULL DAY-HOPEFULLY ONE YOU WILL TREASURE AND GIVE YOU THE DESIRE TO RETURN
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Women Over 40
Loved this one I received via e-mail:
This is from Andy Rooney on 60 minutes.
A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
This is from Andy Rooney on 60 minutes.
A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Why Men Are Never Depressed
From an e-mail:
Men are just happier people--What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom, because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pair of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everthing on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes--one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
Men are just happier people--What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom, because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pair of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everthing on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes--one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Statue of Iwo Jima
Six Boys And Thirteen Hands...
Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade
class from Clinton , WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly
enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special
memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.
On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial.
This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of
the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers
raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima , Japan , during WW II.
Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and
headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'
I told him that we were from Wisconsin 'Hey, I'm a cheese head, too!
Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'
(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to
his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments fil led with history in Washington , D.C. , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)
When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are
his words that night.)
'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin My dad is on
that statue, and I just wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers'
which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the
story of the six boys you see behind me.
'Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the
ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game: A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a ga me. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in I wo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.
(He pointed to the statue) 'You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire . If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima Boys. Not old men.
'The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike
Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called
him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to
little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'
'The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian
from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero.' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and onl y 27 of us walked off alive?' So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive That was Ira Hayes. He had images o f horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32. (ten years after this picture was taken).
'The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from
Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70,
told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down.
Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19.
When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his
mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.
'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John
Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until
1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell 's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the pres s.
'You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero.
Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument.
My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died.
And when boys died in Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.
'When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad
was a hero When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'
'So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end her e. Thank you for your time.'
Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a
flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the
heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.
We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice.
Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom.
Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world.
God Bless You and God Bless America
REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day.
PS . One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in
DC that is not mentioned here is that if you look at the statue very
closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.
Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade
class from Clinton , WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly
enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special
memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.
On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial.
This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of
the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers
raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima , Japan , during WW II.
Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and
headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'
I told him that we were from Wisconsin 'Hey, I'm a cheese head, too!
Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'
(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to
his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments fil led with history in Washington , D.C. , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)
When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are
his words that night.)
'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin My dad is on
that statue, and I just wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers'
which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the
story of the six boys you see behind me.
'Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the
ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game: A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a ga me. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in I wo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.
(He pointed to the statue) 'You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire . If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima Boys. Not old men.
'The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike
Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called
him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to
little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'
'The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian
from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero.' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and onl y 27 of us walked off alive?' So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive That was Ira Hayes. He had images o f horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32. (ten years after this picture was taken).
'The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from
Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70,
told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down.
Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19.
When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his
mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.
'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John
Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until
1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell 's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the pres s.
'You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero.
Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument.
My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died.
And when boys died in Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.
'When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad
was a hero When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'
'So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end her e. Thank you for your time.'
Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a
flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the
heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.
We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice.
Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom.
Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world.
God Bless You and God Bless America
REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day.
PS . One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in
DC that is not mentioned here is that if you look at the statue very
closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Girls Night Out Permission Slip
APPLICATION FOR A NIGHT OUT WITH THE GIRLS
Name of Girlfriend/Fiancé/Partner/Wife:
I’m going out.
Signed: (me) _____________________________
Boys Night Out Permission Slip
APPLICATION FOR A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYS
Name of Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband:______________________________
I request permission for a leave of absence from the highest authority in my life for the following period:
Time of return
Date:
Time of departure:
NOT to exceed:
Should permission be granted, I do solemnly swear to only visit the locations stated below, at the stated times. I agree to refrain from hitting on or flirting with other women. I shall not even speak to another female, except as expressly permitted in writing below. I will not turn off my mobile after two pints, nor shall I consume above the allowed volume of alcohol without first phoning for a taxi AND calling you for a verbal waiver of said alcohol allowance. I understand that even if permission is granted to go out, my girlfriend/fiancé/wife retains the right to be pissed off with me the following week for no valid reason whatsoever.
Amount of alcohol allowed (units) Beer _______ Wine ________Liquor ________ Total_______________
Locations to be visited_________________ _______________ ___________________
Females with whom conversation is permitted ______________________________________
IMPORTANT – STRIPPER CLAUSE: Not with standing the female contact permitted above, I promise to refrain from coming within one hundred (100) feet of a stripper or exotic dancer. Violation of this Stripper Clause shall be grounds for immediate termination of the relationship.
I acknowledge my position in life. I know who wears the trousers in our relationship, and I agree it’s not me. I promise to abide by your rules & regulations. I understand that this is going to cost me a fortune in chocolates & flowers. You reserve the right to obtain and use my credit cards whenever you wish to do so. I hereby promise to take you on an unlimited shopping spree, should I not return home by the approved time. On my way home, I will not pick a fight with any stranger, nor shall I conduct in depth discussions with the said entity. Upon my return home, I promise not to urinate anywhere other than in the toilet. In addition, I will refrain from waking you up, breathing my vile breath in your face, and attempting to breed like a (drunken) rabbit.
I declare that to the best of my knowledge (of which I have none compared to my BETTER half), the above information is correct.
Signed - Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband: ______________________________________
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Request is: APPROVED DENIED
This decision is not negotiable. If approved, cut permission slip below and carry at all times.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Permission for my boyfriend/fiancé/husband to be away for the following period of time:
Date:
Time of departure:
Time of return:
Signed – Girlfriend/Fiancé/Wife: _______________________________________________
Name of Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband:______________________________
I request permission for a leave of absence from the highest authority in my life for the following period:
Time of return
Date:
Time of departure:
NOT to exceed:
Should permission be granted, I do solemnly swear to only visit the locations stated below, at the stated times. I agree to refrain from hitting on or flirting with other women. I shall not even speak to another female, except as expressly permitted in writing below. I will not turn off my mobile after two pints, nor shall I consume above the allowed volume of alcohol without first phoning for a taxi AND calling you for a verbal waiver of said alcohol allowance. I understand that even if permission is granted to go out, my girlfriend/fiancé/wife retains the right to be pissed off with me the following week for no valid reason whatsoever.
Amount of alcohol allowed (units) Beer _______ Wine ________Liquor ________ Total_______________
Locations to be visited_________________ _______________ ___________________
Females with whom conversation is permitted ______________________________________
IMPORTANT – STRIPPER CLAUSE: Not with standing the female contact permitted above, I promise to refrain from coming within one hundred (100) feet of a stripper or exotic dancer. Violation of this Stripper Clause shall be grounds for immediate termination of the relationship.
I acknowledge my position in life. I know who wears the trousers in our relationship, and I agree it’s not me. I promise to abide by your rules & regulations. I understand that this is going to cost me a fortune in chocolates & flowers. You reserve the right to obtain and use my credit cards whenever you wish to do so. I hereby promise to take you on an unlimited shopping spree, should I not return home by the approved time. On my way home, I will not pick a fight with any stranger, nor shall I conduct in depth discussions with the said entity. Upon my return home, I promise not to urinate anywhere other than in the toilet. In addition, I will refrain from waking you up, breathing my vile breath in your face, and attempting to breed like a (drunken) rabbit.
I declare that to the best of my knowledge (of which I have none compared to my BETTER half), the above information is correct.
Signed - Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband: ______________________________________
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Request is: APPROVED DENIED
This decision is not negotiable. If approved, cut permission slip below and carry at all times.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Permission for my boyfriend/fiancé/husband to be away for the following period of time:
Date:
Time of departure:
Time of return:
Signed – Girlfriend/Fiancé/Wife: _______________________________________________
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."
Mary Stevenson
Copyright © 1984 Mary Stevenson, from original 1936 text, All rights reserved
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."
Mary Stevenson
Copyright © 1984 Mary Stevenson, from original 1936 text, All rights reserved
Love
If you love someone, set them free.
If they come back to you, they are yours.
If they don't, they never were.
If they come back to you, they are yours.
If they don't, they never were.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The Poopie List ---so old!
THE POOPIE LIST
Bathroom Humor at its finest:
Ghost Poopie
The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.
Clean Poopie
The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.
Wet Poopie
The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and underwear so you won't ruin them with a stain.
Second Wave Poopie
This happens when you're done Poopie-ing and you've pulled up your pants to your knees, and you realize that you have to Poopie some more.
Pop-A-Vein-In-Your-Forehead-Poopie
The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.
Gassy Poopie
It's so noisy, everyone within earshot is laughing.
Drinker Poopie
The kind of Poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.
Lincoln Log Poopie
The kind of Poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.
Corn Poopie
Self-explanatory.
Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Poopie Poopie
The kind where you want to Poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.
Spinal Tap Poopie
That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you would swear it was leaving you sideways.
Wet Cheeks Poopie (The Power Dump)
The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt gets splashed with water.
Liquid Poopie
The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.
Mexican Poopie
It smells so bad your nose burns.
The Surprise Poopie
You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you're about to fart, but oops.......a Poopie!!!
The Dangling Poopie
This Poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done Poopie-ing it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.
Bathroom Humor at its finest:
Ghost Poopie
The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.
Clean Poopie
The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.
Wet Poopie
The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and underwear so you won't ruin them with a stain.
Second Wave Poopie
This happens when you're done Poopie-ing and you've pulled up your pants to your knees, and you realize that you have to Poopie some more.
Pop-A-Vein-In-Your-Forehead-Poopie
The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.
Gassy Poopie
It's so noisy, everyone within earshot is laughing.
Drinker Poopie
The kind of Poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.
Lincoln Log Poopie
The kind of Poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.
Corn Poopie
Self-explanatory.
Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Poopie Poopie
The kind where you want to Poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.
Spinal Tap Poopie
That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you would swear it was leaving you sideways.
Wet Cheeks Poopie (The Power Dump)
The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt gets splashed with water.
Liquid Poopie
The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.
Mexican Poopie
It smells so bad your nose burns.
The Surprise Poopie
You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you're about to fart, but oops.......a Poopie!!!
The Dangling Poopie
This Poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done Poopie-ing it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING
(Written by a former child)
A message every adult should read, because children
are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I
immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a
stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my
favorite cake for me and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always
talk to and I learned to trust in God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help
take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of
your time and money to help people who had nothing
and I learned that those who have something should
give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take
care of our house and everyone in it and I learned
we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't
feel good and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come
from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you
cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you
and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw
when you thought I wasn't looking."
I AM SENDING THIS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW WHO DO
SO MUCH FOR OTHERS, JUST REMEMBER THAT
LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT.
Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle,
teacher or friend) influence the life of a child.
How will you touch the life of someone today?
(Written by a former child)
A message every adult should read, because children
are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I
immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a
stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my
favorite cake for me and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always
talk to and I learned to trust in God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help
take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of
your time and money to help people who had nothing
and I learned that those who have something should
give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take
care of our house and everyone in it and I learned
we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't
feel good and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come
from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you
cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you
and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw
when you thought I wasn't looking."
I AM SENDING THIS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW WHO DO
SO MUCH FOR OTHERS, JUST REMEMBER THAT
LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT.
Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle,
teacher or friend) influence the life of a child.
How will you touch the life of someone today?
Bill Gates' Speech
Bill Gates' Speech
TO: MT. WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL in Visalia,CA.
Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!
To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice. Bill Gates recently gave
a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in
school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created
a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set
them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect
you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't
be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had
a different word for burger flipping - they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about
your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are
now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and
listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you
save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try
delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS
NOT. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you
as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the
slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and
very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do this on your own time.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to
leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.
TO: MT. WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL in Visalia,CA.
Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!
To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice. Bill Gates recently gave
a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in
school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created
a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set
them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect
you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't
be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had
a different word for burger flipping - they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about
your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are
now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and
listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you
save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try
delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS
NOT. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you
as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the
slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and
very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do this on your own time.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to
leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.
General Math..Man vs. Woman
Subject: general math
ROMANCE MATHEMATICS
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
______________________________
SHOPPING MATH
A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he needs.
A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item that she doesn't need.
_____________________________
GENERAL EQUATIONS & STATISTICS
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
_____________________________
HAPPINESS
To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.
To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.
______________________________
LONGEVITY
Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.
______________________________
PROPENSITY TO CHANGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.
_____________________________
DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
_____________________________
HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND TO THE SMART GUYS YOU KNOW CAN HANDLE IT.
ROMANCE MATHEMATICS
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
______________________________
SHOPPING MATH
A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he needs.
A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item that she doesn't need.
_____________________________
GENERAL EQUATIONS & STATISTICS
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
_____________________________
HAPPINESS
To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.
To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.
______________________________
LONGEVITY
Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.
______________________________
PROPENSITY TO CHANGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.
_____________________________
DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
_____________________________
HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND TO THE SMART GUYS YOU KNOW CAN HANDLE IT.
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