...the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection should demean themselves as good citizens in giving it on all occasions their effectual support. Geo. Washington Feb. 22, 1732
Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
He enjoys watching the action in the back yard. Rabbits and the new dog across the way playing frisbee with his (or her) people.
He will watch and bark and then watch some more.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Maurene Dowd in the New York Times says: "The Republicans, with their crazed Reagan fixation, are a last-gasp party, living posthumously, fighting battles on sex, race, immigration and public education long ago won by the other side."Read the entire article Ghastly Outdated Party here.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
BTW - Click any of the pictures to embiggen them.
I have been in love with her since I saw "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie"
I hate to say it. She claimed to be in her prime in the Movie (for which she won one of her two Academy Awards) but she sure seems to be to still be in it. I can truly say "I loves me some Maggie Smith"
Friday, February 24, 2012
With his dummy on his knee, he starts going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde in the 4th row stands on her chair and starts shouting: "I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a
person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person. Because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes, but women in general, and all in the name of humor!"
The embarrassed ventriloquist begins to apologize, and the blonde yells, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little shit on your knee."
A fourth-grade teacher was giving her pupils a lesson in logic.
"Here is the situation," she said. "A man is standing up in a boat in the middle of a river, fishing. He loses his balance, falls in, and begins splashing and yelling for help. His wife hears the commotion, knows he can't swim, and runs down to the bank. Why do you think she ran to the bank?"
A girl raised her hand and asked, "To draw out all his savings?"
STUDENT: Class started before I got here.
TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?
JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.
TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'
TEACHER: No, that's wrong
GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.
(I Love this child)
______________________ TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
DONALD: H I J K L M N O.
TEACHER: What are you talking about?
DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.
TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.
TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?
GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.
TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with 'I'.
MILLIE: I is..
TEACHER: No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.'
MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.' TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?
LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand...
TEACHER: Now, Simon , tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?
SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.
CLYDE: No, sir. It's the same dog.
(I want to adopt this kid!!!)
HAROLD: A teacher Thank you for stopping by. Thanks to all who contributed to this week's post. Have a wonderful week-end. Thanks for stopping by. Hugs, jcs
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The other day I wrote about my experience at Perkins Restaurant. My experience tonight was entirely different. I was seated at the same table but I had been seated less than a minute when the waitress came over to take my drink order. Since I knew what I wanted she took my order. A Belgian Waffle with no strawberries etc., two eggs over easy and crisp bacon. Water to drink. Almost immediately the water was delivered and the meal followed in a short time. The waitstaff was mostly different so they did not remember me from the previous visit. The food was prepared perfectly. All of it was hot and the bacon WAS crisp. I couldn't be happier with the food and the service.
When I went out to pay a young man came out front and told the cashier that he had the baking all set to go and he could help her. He offered to take my money. He asked me about my experience and I told him it was wonderful and then I mentioned the previous visit. He mentioned that he had heard about it. I asked if the young man who messed up waiting on me had been fired (I was worried about it.) and he had not. However I was told that he had been given a long "talking to" by the manager. We had a pleasant conversation and I left the restaurant with a really good feeling about the place and no time wasted.
I am in the process of getting some letters out for two groups that I belong to. I would have done them today but I had to get envelopes and labels and of course, stamps so I will get them ready to mail tomorrow. I just hope I won't put the wrong letters in the right envelops.
Today (Wednesday) is Ash Wednesday and there has been some chatter about what people were going to give up for Lent. One friend has given up Facebook. I have jokingly said that I was giving up Lent for Lent. I never have "done" Lent and never intend to do so. To me it is a made up observance which the RC Church used to exert its dominance over its members. If someone wants to observe Lent, fine - let them do it. I would just prefer that they did not feel the need to announce it to the world on places such as Facebook. Keep it to yourself please, are you doing it to make yourself feel better than those who do not observe it or are you announcing it to make sure everybody will help you keep their resolution. To each his own.
Speaking of Church related things I do not (and never will) understand why some Christian Churches insist on having people confess that they are "miserable sinners" and fall short of what God wants them to be. For many years I belonged to the Christian Science Church. In that Church we were encouraged to see ourselves as reflections of God, Spirit. Because God (Spirit) is good and is Spiritual - man made in His likeness is good and spiritual also.
Mary Baker Eddy says:
” The discoverer of Christian Science finds the path less difficult when she has the high goal always before her thoughts, than when she counts her footsteps in endeavoring to reach it. When the destination is desirable, expectation speeds our progress. The struggle for Truth makes one strong instead of weak, resting instead of wearying one.”So instead of seeing ourselves as bad and not worthy we should look at ourselves as God's children. Not necessarily perfect but working towards it and having the high goal before our thoughts. That is what I try to do. And as to having someone come to my door and want to discuss religion with me I have now put up a sign which says "No Solicitation - particularly of a religious nature."
Girl Scouts -
Some asshat from Indiana says that the Girl Scouts are a “radicalized organization” that promotes “homosexual lifestyles” and funds Planned Parenthood. You can read about it here. When I found that out I got in touch with my supplier and ordered 6 more boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. I much prefer to support a group that does not discriminate (Boy Scouts) and recognize the diversity of human life. As for the Republisucm who is mentioned in the article, well I can only hope that he will fall down a deep dark pit where he can wallow around in all the "junk" he has been spouting (in other words I hope it bites him in the ass.)
Late Night with David Letterman
I really like David Letterman. His self depreciating humor and the idea that he goes after Mitt for the Dog on the Roof makes him someone I will watch. I do not get tired of his show. Oh yeah, sometimes he drives me to drink. I don't like it when he gets some sports guy on there and spends hours discussing sports with him but because some people do I just mute that part.
Bailey is not doing well right now. He is sleeping most of the time. I have to hold him while he eats. He does eat well when I heat his food and hold him in my lap while he eats. But I can do that. I looked all over the house for him and found him curled up behind the sofa next to the hot water heat. Guess he wants to stay out of Miles' way. Miles is over for a visit until Sunday.
Thanks for stopping by, Hugs,
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
I think I have figured out why I was so down today. Tomorrow would have been my mother's 95th birthday. I was very fortunate in my mother. She and my father divorced when I was about four years old and we moved in with her parents. Mom liked to go out and party so every Saturday night my great-aunts would take care of me and I have special memories of them.
Mom was my best friend when I was growing up. She, as a single parent, sacrificed a lot for me and later for my sister also. But she was mine until I was ten years old. (Actually things work out kind of fun for us to remember our ages. I turned 65, mother would have been 95 then my sister will turn 55 and my nephew will be 25.) ((Note: this year it is 70, 100, 60 and 30 - my how time flies.))
Mother was one of those people who wanted everyone to get along and be friends and her friends were life-long friends. Her parents were great examples of that type of friendship. They belonged to a club called "Suitsus" (read that suits us) and they played cards with the same group of people for years. Mother had a Bridge Club that met every other week and these women played cards for over 40 years.
Mom made sure that my needs and wants were met even if she had to go without. She saw to it that I was able to visit her sister in California between my Junior and Senior year in High School because she had been there and knew I would enjoy it.
She loved people and would talk to anyone she met. She "didn't know a stranger." We went to Leech Lake in Minnesota and made lots of friends there. We played a lot of cards. One sister who was up there all summer once made the remark that "Ruth just can't wait to get up there to play cards." This as Mom passed her to go to the Lodge to play cards.
I never saw my mother happier than when she was at the lake. She would always sleep on the porch so she could wake up and look at the lake. She loved boat and car rides around the lake. I have not been back us since she passed. It just wouldn't be the same.
We met a lot of people there and I will never forget some of them. Many drove in from far away and always managed to be there when we were there. Mary Jane and Morrie became a part of our family and we spent a lot of time with them at other times also. Mary Jane's parents became as close as anyone could be to us and we all loved them.
It is because of my mother and her capacity for making and keeping friends that my life was enriched by so many people.
She worked in offices and was very good at what she did. I know that she had to rework a lot of the reports that the farm managers turned into her and "saved their butts" by cleaning up the spelling and grammar. They appreciated her but she was never paid what they should have. i know things are somewhat better today but women are still not paid what men are paid and it is just WRONG.
She also saw to it that I knew how to take care of myself. I learned how to do laundry and sew on buttons because everybody should be able to take care of those things. She also let me cook and while I am not a great cook (like my nephew) I can put a meal on the table and I won't starve.
Mother was also responsible for me joining the Masons. She was a Rainbow Girl (Past Grand Hope) when she was younger and had always wanted to join Eastern Star. After my grandfather re-joined the Masons she was able to join. She said to me that she thought that I "might enjoy" the Masons. During my first year of teaching I noticed a Masonic ring on my principal's finger and mentioned to him what Mom had said. He asked me if I was interested in joining and I said yes. So I joined Trojan Lodge in Marion Iowa in the Spring of 1966 and then drove back to Ames in October to join Laura Chapter, Order of the Eastern Star and became a fourth generation member of the Chapter. Mom was the only regular officer that night as it was a friendship night and having her give me the lecture for Ruth made it a very special evening.
I can't be a fourth generation member of the Lodge even though four great grandfathers and two grandfathers were Masons because my father was never a member.
So Mom I want to wish you a very Happy Birthday. I still love you and miss you and wish you were here. I know the last years of your life were tough ones but giving up smoking was a good thing and added some time. And through it all you maintained your loving spirit and caring for others. I was indeed fortunate in my mother. I am a better person for having you as my friend/example/advocate. Your son, Jay
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Wheels turn. All was not lost.
copyright John M. Klaus used by permission.
Monday, February 20, 2012
I am going to write about a recent experience at Perkins. I decided that I had enjoyed the waffle I had there when I had lunch with Wayne and I thought I would go have another one. I went in around 6:40 and was seated. I sat there for quite awhile. I had the book with me so I read while I waited. Pretty soon I noticed that I was being ignored. When I am hungry I can get wrathy but this time I was calm and cool. I got my cell phone out and was checking to see if there was a timer on it so that I could time how long I had to wait. The manager came over and asked me if I had been waited on. He could see that my menu was still on the table.
I told him that No I had not been and was in fact, just about to start timing. It was almost 7:00 pm. He said that he had been watching and noticed me, he remembered me when I came in and he would send someone over to take my order. I told him I knew what I wanted.
So the young man was told what I wanted. The waffle with eggs and bacon with the eggs over easy and the bacon crisp. And I did not want the strawberries in syrup and whipped cream (grease) on it. The order was put in and I waited. In the meantime I got some coffee. While I waited I read some more.
Pretty soon a woman came out of the kitchen with a plate and headed towards me. I could see the strawberries and whipped grease. The young waiter also saw it and caught her before she got to me and sent her back to the kitchen. So I waited some more and read some more. Eventually she came back out and brought me my meal. She said something about having put a rush on it. I told her I had seen her come out with the wrong waffle and had to go back. I suggested that I hoped the eggs weren't cold. She assured me that they had re-done the entire order and went back to the kitchen.
I put the eggs on the waffle and started to eat. They were cold. About that time the manager came over and asked me about it so we had a conversation. I told him that at first I had thought the waffle was cold but then decided it was the eggs.
The waiter came over twice to apologize. The person who served had lied to me or was under the impression that the order had been re-done were all at fault and I am certain that the manager was going to have a conversation with them. And he would not let me pay for my dinner. I will go back and I do imagine that I will be taken very good care of the next time I go in. You know a waffle sounds pretty good..
John drove 1200 miles to Arkansas and back to pick him up. He is the 4th Corgi at John's house. The other three are Pembroke Corgi. Both breeds are herding dogs that originated in Wales.
Wikipedia tells us that:
"Welsh folklore says the corgi is the preferred mount of fairy warriors. There is also a folk legend that says corgis were a gift from the woodland fairies, and that the breed's markings were left on its coat by fairy harnesses and saddles."
Read more about them here.
Another Corgi enthusiast is her majesty. She has several and she feeds them herself. She recently became angered when she discovered that the food for the dogs was frozen and not prepared fresh each day according to her orders. Read that story here.
The Queen's Corgis are all descended from one dog, Susan, given to her on her 18th birthday. She has decided not to breed them any more - a sign that she recognizes that she is getting older and won't always be around to care for them Read that article here.
Thanks for stopping by. Hugs,
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
The motorist instantly goes on a tirade, questioning the officer's ancestry, sexual orientation, etc., in rather explicit offensive terms. The tirade goes on without the officer saying a dickybird. When the officer finishes writing the ticket he puts an "AH" in the lower right corner of the narrative portion of the ticket. He then hands it to The 'violator' for his signature. The bloke signs the ticket angrily, and when presented with his copy points to the "AH" and demands to know what it stands for.
The officer says, "That's so when we go to court, I'll remember that you're an arsehole!"
Two months later they're in court. The 'violator' has a bad driving record and he has a heap of demerits and is in danger of losing his license, so he hired a lawyer to represent him.
On the stand the officer testifies to seeing the man run through the red light. Under cross examination the defence attorney asks; "Officer is this a
reasonable facsimile of the ticket that you issued to my client?"
Officer responds, "Yes, sir, that is the defendant's copy, his signature and
mine, same number at the top."
Lawyer: "Officer, is there any particular marking or notation on this ticket
you don't normally make?"
"Yes, sir, in the lower right corner of the narrative there is an "AH," underlined."
"What does the "AH" stand for, officer?"
"Aggressive and hostile, Sir."
"Aggressive and hostile?"
"Officer, are you sure it doesn't stand for arsehole?"
“Well, sir, you know your client better than I do.” A Priest was about to finish his tour of duty, and was Leaving his Mission in darkest Brazil Where he has spent years teaching The natives right from wrong, when he realizes that the one thing he never taught them was How to speak English.
So he takes the chief for a walk in the forest. He points to a tree and says to the chief, 'This is a tree.'
The chief looks at t he tree and grunts, 'Tree.'
The Priest is pleased with the response. They walk a little further and he points to a rock and says, 'This is a rock.'
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunt s, 'Rock.' The Priest was really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears
A rustling in the bushes. As they peek over the top, He sees a couple of Natives in the midst of heavy sexual activity.
The Priest is really flustered and quickly responds, 'Man riding a bike.'
The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his Blowgun and kills them.
The Priest goes ballistic and yells at the chief that He has spent years teaching the tribe how to be Civilized and be kind to each other, so how could he Kill these people in cold blood that way?
The chief replied, "My bike." This "wonderful, lengthy tale" contains more double entendres than an entire "Carry On" film.
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to....'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat.
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'
'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.
'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'
'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'
Mrs. Smith fainted. The Mother of All Ethnic Jokes
An Englishman, a Scotsman, an Irishman, a Welshman, a Latvian, a Turk, a German, an Indian, several Americans (including a southerner, a NewEnglander and a Californian), an Argentinean, a Dane, an Australian, aSlovakian, an Egyptian, a Japanese, a Moroccan, a Frenchman, a NewZealander, a Spaniard, a Russian, a Guatemalan, a Colombian, a Pakistani, a Malaysian, a Croatian, an Uzbek, a Cypriot, a Pole, a Lithuanian, a Chinese, a Sri Lankan, a Lebanese, a Cayman Islander, a Ugandan, a Vietnamese, a Korean, a Uruguayan, a Czech, an Icelander, a Mexican, a Finn, a Honduran, a Panamanian, an Andorran, an Israeli, a Venezuelan, a Fijian, a Peruvian, an Estonian, a Brazilian, aPortuguese, a Liechtensteiner, a Mongolian, a Hungarian, a Canadian, a Moldovan, a Haitian, a Norfolk Islander, a Macedonian, a Bolivian, a Cook Islander, a Tajikistani, a Samoan, an Armenian, an Aruban, an Albanian, a Greenlander, a Micronesian, a Virgin Islander, a Georgian, a Bahamian, a Belarusian, a Cuban, a Tongan, a Cambodian, a Qatari, anAzerbaijani, a Romanian, a Chilean, a Kyrgyzstani, a Jamaican, a Filipino, a Ukrainian, a Dutchman, an Ecuadorian, a Costa Rican, a Swede, a Bulgarian, a Serb, a Swiss, a Greek, a Belgian, a Singaporean,an Italian, a Norwegian and 47 Africans walk into a bar.
"I'm sorry," says the bar keep - scrutinizing the group one by one and barring their entrance - "you can't come in here without a Thai." And here's a math problem for you . . .
Q: How many Masons does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Three. One to screw it in, one to read the minutes of the previous light bulb replacement, and one to sit on the sidelines and complain that this wasn't the way they USED to screw in light bulbs.
There's a man, walking down the street at one o'clock in the morning--he's loaded.
A policeman stops him and asks him, "where do you think you're going in that condition?"
"I'm on my way to a lecture on Freemasonry," the man slurred.
"Where can you possibly get a lecture on Freemasonry at this time of night?" the officers asks.
"From my wife, when I get home!"
The best call came from a man who repeatedly complained that he was being paged by “Lucille”. He was instructed that he would have to call her and tell her to stop paging him.
“She don’t never leave no number, so I can’t call her back,” he said. After three such calls, someone thought to ask how he knew it was Lucille if she didn’t leave a number.
“She leaves her name” was the reply. After establishing that the customer had a numeric-only pager, the light bulb came on. “How does she spell her name?” the service rep asked.