Sunday, July 27, 2008

Well....Well Good Morning....another weekend, gone by......

How time flys when your having fun.......................................







Want to Play ??



I'm staying in.........................................


Pretty Butterfly...............................................................


Breakfast is being served.........................................................



Showing off her baby...........................................................


I dozn't care..............................................................

Heating water for pasta, I kept checking to see if it had begun to boil.

My 13-year-old son shook his head.

"Stop doing that, Dad.

It's like that saying: 'A watched website never loads.'

The new ensign was standing his first night watch on the bridge of a destroyer.

Far out on the horizon, the USS New Jersey was conducting a night gunnery exercise.


The ensign, seeing the flashes of light from the battleship, ran excitedly up to the signal bridge and pointed out the "Morse code" coming from the other ship.


Ensign: "What are they saying? What are they saying?"


Signalman: "Boom. Boom."


An ad in our church bulletin read: “Receptionist needed for busy chiropractic office.”

I faxed my resume and got called for an interview.

After hanging up, I realized I didn't know the name or location of the business.

I found many listings for chiropractors in the phone book and dialed the first number.

“Are you hiring a receptionist?” I asked politely.

“Why?” countered a cold-rasped voice. “Do I sound that bad?”


My brother-in-law had always been an outspoken, confrontational type who had an opinion on everything.

However, in his late-70s senility had begun to quietly settle in, and he had mellowed considerably.


Not too long ago we had gathered at the home of his son's family when Jerry and I found ourselves alone in the den, where the TV had been left on with the sound off.

A local station was doing a Twilight Zone Marathon and Rod Serling was introducing yet another episode.

The 1960ish reruns were making me smile with a feeling of warm nostalgia.


Nonetheless, I listened patiently as Jerry explained what was wrong with the world and how it should be fixed.

As he talked, however, I couldn't help but notice him glance at the TV periodically, with a rather annoyed look.


Finally, he leaned in real close and said in a hushed voice, "You know, Don...you would think that, as hard as he works...and as long as they've been married...they could afford a color TV by now."

I like to look at girdle ads;I always stop to read 'em.

It tickles me the way the galsWho model 'em don't need 'em.

When you get to be President, there are the honours, the 21-gun salutes, all those things.

You have to remember it isn't for you................

It's for the Presidency.


Harry S. Truman



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