Thursday, September 18, 2008

Good Morning.....So, is everybody okay dokey?...........................






Got my breakfast.........................................................................




I'm outta here, in case he's hungry for cat.................................



I don't know, but this fish is........................................................




This guy wants to play, but he smells funny...............................



We like to play....Don't you?.........................................................



Yeh ! I like to play...Come swim with me....................................


HOLD ON... (Pueblo Indian Prayer)


HOLD ON to what is good, even if it's a handful of earth.

HOLD ON to what you believe, Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.

HOLD ON to what you must do, Even if it's a long way from here.

HOLD ON to your life, Even if it's easier to let go.

HOLD ON to my hand, Even if I've gone away from you.

After shopping for weeks, I finally found the car of my dreams.

It was only two years old and in beautiful condition.

The salesman asked if I would like to take it for a test drive.

We had traveled no more than two miles when the car broke down.

The salesman called for a tow truck.


When it arrived, we climbed into the front seat.

While the driver was hooking up the car, the salesman turned to me with a smile and said, "Well, now, what is it going to take to put you behind the wheel of that beauty today?"

I had recently started my new job at an insurance company when I noticed something peculiar, six employees had daughters who worked there, too.

"That's incredible," I remarked.

My boss nodded.

"We ask a lot of our employees," he said, "including their first-borns."

Dad is from the old school, where you keep your money under the mattress—only he kept his in the underwear drawer.

One day I bought my dad an unusual personal safe...a can of spray paint with a false bottom...so he could keep his money in the workshop.

Later I asked Mom if he was using it.


"Oh, yes," she replied, "he put his money in it the same day."

"No burglar would think to look on the work shelf!" I gloated.

"They won't have to," my mom replied.

"He keeps the paint can in his underwear drawer."

While in the Army, I was briefly stationed in Holland.

One night, my roommate and I got some local currency (this was before the euro) and went out on the town.

That's when I found out he probably hadn't paid a lot of attention in geography class.

"Look at this," he said, angrily eying the money.

"They told us we were in Holland but this money says Netherlands."



Never tell a woman you're unworthy of her love.... She knows.





1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good morning Gus, another great read. I'm off on 'walkabout tonight so can't read your blog for a while but have lots to look forward to when I return Rae X