Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
He really does play the part to perfection - and by the way that is what consummate means. I googled the definition:
Carried to the utmost extent or degree; of the highest quality; complete; perfect.
To bring to completion; to raise to the highest point or degree; to complete; to finish; to perfect; to achieve
The movie was violent and dark but worth it. I enjoyed Caine's performance.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Senator Byrd was one of my heroes. Read obituaries here and here.
On March 19, 2003, Mr. Byrd delivered the first of what became regular attacks on the Bush administration's decision to invade Iraq. "Today I weep for my country," he said in a speech on the Senate floor. "I have watched the events of recent months with a heavy, heavy heart. No more is the image of America one of strong yet benevolent peacekeeper. The image of America has changed.
"Some senators, in the course of their careers, make their reputations as authorities on the armed service, on taxation, on foreign relations, on housing, on science and technology, on medical care," journalist and author Milton Viorst wrote in 1967 in Washingtonian magazine. "Sen. Robert C. Byrd has made his reputation as an authority on the mating habits of Washington's underprivileged."
Mr. Byrd drastically cut the welfare rolls, even as he supported a higher federal contribution to the city and championed public schools, playgrounds, swimming pools and libraries.
R.I.P. Senator, you will be missed.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
With that, Albert got in line, and when it was his turn, the priest asked, "Albert, what do you want me to pray about for you?"
Albert replied, "Father, I need you to pray for help with my hearing."
The priest put one finger of one hand in Albert's ear, placed his other hand on top of Albert's head, and then prayed and prayed and prayed. He prayed a "blue streak" for Albert, and the whole congregation joined in with great enthusiasm.
After a few minutes, the priest removed his hands, stood back and asked, "Albert, how is your hearing now?"
Why is there an expiration date on 'sour cream'?
Can an atheist get insurance against acts of God?
If you try to fail...
...which have you done?
Whose cruel idea was it for the word 'lisp' to have 'S' in it?
Why are hemorrhoids called 'hemorrhoids' instead of 'assteroids'?
What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?
If a parsley farmer is sued...
...can they 'garnish' his wages?
Would a fly without wings be called a 'walk'?
Why do they lock gas station bathrooms?
Are they afraid someone will clean them?
If a turtle doesn't have a shell...
...is he homeless or naked?
Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?
If the police arrest a mime...
...do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?
How do they get deer to cross the road only at those yellow road signs?
What was the best thing before sliced bread?
One nice thing about egotists...
...they don't talk about other people.
Does the Little Mermaid wear an 'algebra'?
Do infants enjoy infancy...
...as much as adults enjoy adultery?
How is it possible to have a civil war?
If one synchronized swimmer drowns...
...do the rest drown, too?
If you ate both pasta and antipasto...
...would you still be hungry?
Subject: Flower Show
Two little old ladies were sitting on a park bench outside the local town hall where a flower show was in progress.
The thin one leaned over and said, 'Life is so boring. We never have any fun any more. For $10 I'd take my clothes off and streak through that stupid flower show!'
'You're on!' said the other old lady, holding up a $10 bill.
The first little old lady slowly fumbled her way out of her clothes and, completely naked, streaked (as fast as an old lady can) through the front door of the flower show.
Waiting outside, her friend soon heard a huge commotion inside the hall, followed by loud applause and shrill whistling.
Finally, the smiling and naked old lady came through the exit door surrounded by a cheering crowd.
'What happened?' asked her waiting friend.
'I won 1st prize as 'Best Dried Arrangement' .
1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.
13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
Have a Great Week-end! Hugs
Thursday, June 24, 2010
It will be under the glass top (still to be delivered) for this beautiful Amana hand-made table which the York Rite purchased for the Lodge. It has 10 chairs and was delivered today.
The book ends on the middle of the table are made to look like the top of the Leaning Tower.
It is a beautiful addition to our Temple and the York Rite is owed a great big thanks for donating it. Once again this shows how much the appendant bodies that meet in our Temple contribute to our building.
And we have a new Master Mason. This Brother received an excellent degree tonight. Peace and harmony prevailed throughout the meeting and everyone did a wonderful job. I enjoyed being a sideliner.
Steven had BBQ sandwiches for the lunch after. I did not eat as I was still full from the sandwich I had and I don't need the extra weight but I enjoyed the conversation.
Addendum - This just in
by Joe Sudbay (DC)
Hundreds of thousands of unemployed Americans will lose their benefits because of the GOP Senate. The Senate Republicans held together to block cloture on the jobs bill.
The vote was 57 - 41. Olympia Snowe and Susan Collins sided with Mitch McConnell's over their constituents in Maine. Of course they did. All the other GOPers voted no, too. As did Ben Nelson.
The Republicans created the economic crisis. Families across the country are suffering. Really suffering. But, the GOPers have decided those families don't matter.
That really is how the GOP governs. Sell out to Big Oil and Wall Street. Screw over the unemployed.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Pickle Jar
The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on
the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom.
When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty
his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.
As a small boy, I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar.
They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.
I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar to admire
the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's
treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table a nd roll the coins before taking them to the bank.
Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production.
Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were
placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.
Each and every time, as wedrove to the bank, Dad would
look at me hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you
out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than
me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.'
Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled
coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier,
he would grin proudly. 'These are for my son's college
fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.'
We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping
for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad
always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream
parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the
few coins nestled in his palm. 'When we get home,
we'll start filling the jar again.' He always let me drop
the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around
with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other.
'You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and
quarters,' he said. 'But you'll get there; I'll see to that.'
No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued
to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer
when Dad got laid off from the mill,and Mama had to
serve dried beans several times a week, not a single
dime was taken from the jar.
To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me,
pouring catsup over my beans to make them more
palatable, he became more determined than ever to
make a way out for me 'When you finish college, Son,'
he told me, his eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to
eat beans again - unless you want to.'
The years passed, and I finished college and took a
job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents,
I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that
the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose
and had been removed.
A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside
the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad
was a man of few words: he never lectured me on the
values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The
pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more
eloquently than the most flowery of words could have
done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the
significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my
life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than
anything else, how much my dad had loved me.
The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born,
we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom
and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns
cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper
softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably
needs to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my
parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back
into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.
She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand
and leading me into the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her
eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser.
To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed,
stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with
coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my
pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of
emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I
looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped
quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was
feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could
This truly touched my heart. Sometimes we are so busy
adding up our troubles that we forget to count our
blessings.Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for
better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for GOOD in others.
The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or
touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller
- Happy moments, praise God.
- Difficult moments, seek God.
- Quiet moments, worship God.
- Painful moments, trust God.
- Every moment, thank God.
I see this almost everyday. It may be sad but I don´t miss Iowa at all. Not even a little.This from his Facebook account:
Yesterday Oceangraphic Institute. Today Prince Felipe Museum of Science. Tommorow Field trip a 100 km down the coast to look at organisms in the tidal zone and to measure the properties of sea water there. Tomorrow night Festival of San Juan down on the beach. Thursday Rome. Life is good.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Next his friend joined it seeing what all the fuss was about. There were a lot of dogs there including one black poodle mix (something or other) who kept kissing him. Strange.
This is the owner. When she came out to help me get him out of the car he just stood there. She said that was typical of Collies. They do not like to jump up into cars or jump out of them. However when I got him home and back in the garage he jumped right out.
He does look beautiful - but then he did before. This morning at 5:00 AM when they got me up to go outside (every morning routine) he came in with black up to his elbows again. It was raining and he loves to dig. I just ignored it because I did not notice it until I got them back to the bedroom and two hours later when the alarm went off his feet were mostly clean. I had another dog like that. Dirt would not stick to Mandy either.
Bailey also went and you can click on his pictures to embiggen them. He, also, looks gorgeous after a visit to Under One Woof. Unfortunately he is getting senile. The groomer said she noticed it also. He doesn't like to be there and was most anxious to be home. Well he is 14+ years old (Birthday is August 25). I guess it is to be expected but I don't like it. For years he was my only company and friend and I loves him. Don't like to think of him getting older. I don't like living alone and the dogs make it bearable.