tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78059733738584922982024-03-12T18:57:52.758-05:00Life and all it's humour!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-391364972971245282010-01-25T10:04:00.001-05:002010-01-25T10:06:19.492-05:00A Lost GenerationA Lost Generation?<br /><br />A palindrome reads the same backwards as forward. This video reads the exact opposite backwards as forward. Not only does it read the opposite, the meaning is the exact opposite. This is only a 1 minute, 44 second video and it is brilliant. Make sure you read as well as listen forward and backward.This is a video that was submitted in a contest by a 20-year old. The contest was titled "u @ 50" by AARP. This video won second place. When they showed it, everyone in the room was awe-struck and broke into spontaneous applause. So simple and yet so brilliant. <a title="blocked::http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA"></a> <a title="blocked::http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-2978830532697469412010-01-24T11:50:00.005-05:002010-01-24T11:59:36.927-05:00Unrequitted LoveThoughts can be controlled, actions can be controlled, but can the heart?<br /><br />Shakespeare once said that the most painful thing in the world is unrequitted love. It' s a horrible pinning, longing for something/someone that doesn't have the same feeling back. It's like a thorn in the side, twisting the flesh till it not only bleeds, but slowly and painfully tortures the soul. It's a small pin in the chest that can hardly be seen, but unquestionably felt.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-74884665285762177172008-12-04T10:16:00.000-05:002008-12-04T10:17:01.410-05:00No Worries<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvqAhEJxPNBWdyfeivi7IBlXaIbEMRcdsVaqiDZvNxwrgKk-NAXWKkKcMWy538lyRUYCvTsxgWXcBPK1hUMKBPoBbRwkufKwZEPvN2DcWwlUBwwfvsYNnQGbSsZiSIvvR5c4SwNL4JzY/s1600-h/funny-05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275954148638905426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvqAhEJxPNBWdyfeivi7IBlXaIbEMRcdsVaqiDZvNxwrgKk-NAXWKkKcMWy538lyRUYCvTsxgWXcBPK1hUMKBPoBbRwkufKwZEPvN2DcWwlUBwwfvsYNnQGbSsZiSIvvR5c4SwNL4JzY/s400/funny-05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-11118405010593996512008-12-01T21:53:00.002-05:002008-12-01T22:06:25.988-05:00For The Record<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OXYKsG7zYcLgxvQGoPOppumU7hz5L-t1gSczS-68DNrKYt-sQ94IA4PzL1H5Pius4-e-8XfPvfmgTZCSBpHq1RPsgjsKicgPUlpGAVK04RMRg-xTN7kYK45_QJyQaBHlxAw57YkYgWU/s1600-h/britney-spears-booklet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275023659081592130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OXYKsG7zYcLgxvQGoPOppumU7hz5L-t1gSczS-68DNrKYt-sQ94IA4PzL1H5Pius4-e-8XfPvfmgTZCSBpHq1RPsgjsKicgPUlpGAVK04RMRg-xTN7kYK45_QJyQaBHlxAw57YkYgWU/s200/britney-spears-booklet.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div align="justify">I have a confession…A part of me is ashamed to admit it, but, I, like many others (I’m sure you’re out there!), am secretly intrigued with the life of Britney Spears. I have often questioned myself on this. It’s not so much her life as a celebrity in the public eye, but more so, the person who (just like everyone else in this world) seemed to succumb to the overwhelming pressure of perceiving herself to be something more than she could possibly be: human, with flaws and all!<br /><br />I just finished reading the review on her latest documentary as it were. She speaks of how she lost her way. How she just seemed to exist from day to day. I believe no matter what level you are at, or your age, there comes a day or a stage where everyone feels like that. But what distinguishes us from loosing it all together or letting it spiral out of control is more than just listening to our own conscience, but it has a lot to do with our own coping mechanisms. In this case, Britney shut all reasoning out when she decided to ‘take control’ of her own life. She misunderstood her own desire of wanting help and wanting what’s best for herself by counting on herself to know all the answers. She didn’t realise that humanly we can’t do anything alone.<br /><br />Love her or hate her, or you just don’t care, but she’s almost the benchmark social experiment on how things around us, fool our own perceptions, needs and images of ourselves. Just like media messed with her head, the media does the exact same thing with our own minds. Think about it? Society/media/the world expects us to be, act, and perceive ourselves in a certain light. So exactly how different is our lives from that of a celebrity’s? Not very in that we all need people we can trust around us, a good head on our shoulders, realistic perceptions and goals for ourselves AND the determination and knowledge to reach them…Because when it comes down to it…who sets these expectations for us? Ourselves. Nope, she is not alone, at times everyone feels like the world is weighing on their shoulders…<br />I wish her well.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-28253068035189477492008-11-27T22:08:00.003-05:002008-11-27T22:13:14.521-05:00Don't look back!It's hard to know where you're going...<br />It's hard to know where you've been...<br />So just enjoy each moment...<br />Then each day is a sure win!:DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-36052393885332595652008-11-24T12:04:00.003-05:002008-11-26T08:41:13.985-05:00Some days are just like that!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkMcRivyoaa3agHV6sCv06mPVzq2xFuUTFUmC486Y8XnMaTKiDlCVmbgRCiDnKgdkEukiZszFhLFqgnT0KowKq5GBzIsI8kNcyyPq9jBm1ifLAh88XSWyz-alW8IZRmryymVji0O1sx8/s1600-h/Fed+UP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272272475043266450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkMcRivyoaa3agHV6sCv06mPVzq2xFuUTFUmC486Y8XnMaTKiDlCVmbgRCiDnKgdkEukiZszFhLFqgnT0KowKq5GBzIsI8kNcyyPq9jBm1ifLAh88XSWyz-alW8IZRmryymVji0O1sx8/s200/Fed+UP.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>I have a friend, Ashu, that works in mental health as a crisis worker. She recently began a new job. She was so eager and excited about joining this particular organisation, which dealt with coming in close contact with the patients. I wanted to check in on her first day so I gave her a call and it went simply like this:<br /><br />Me: Hey! How’s your first day on the job going?<br /><br />Ashu: Listen I’ll have to call you later…someone just threw a computer out the window! (Click)<br /><br />Well, it left me wondering who chucked the computer out the window…the patient or the employee? ...</div><br /><div>You can’t deny it…mental or not…we’ve all had days where we’ve felt like just throwing something! :D</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-2182146343807963892008-11-19T08:47:00.001-05:002008-11-19T08:52:01.460-05:00Do you have both oars?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Most of us want to be led, directed, have meaning in our life, a purpose and a means to fulfill that desire. The rest of us are just plain confused and paddling with one oar in circles. In most cases the two scenarios collide. We seem to be smoothly paddling forward till somewhere along the way we drop an oar and don’t even realise it. It is at those times when we get so dizzy that the only thing to do is to stop and take in where you are at the moment, forget about where you had been, set new sights and gather new tools to move forward.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-76328789538431318832008-11-17T15:46:00.007-05:002008-11-17T15:55:59.889-05:00Tooth Ache<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRzU9ntuLFOZoyNnW3SDXg_uyc3nH2OTAyLrbGqR2P999e904SXZTCOUHqiSKYsbBK2XXixXXQVZKCEo42DukrUZTjwB21YVLc_oRPsDnqupAA2z3tJIcVLYtKvZVQRqZCd365P5EPJc/s1600-h/2680_tooth_ache_concept.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269730936233615666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRzU9ntuLFOZoyNnW3SDXg_uyc3nH2OTAyLrbGqR2P999e904SXZTCOUHqiSKYsbBK2XXixXXQVZKCEo42DukrUZTjwB21YVLc_oRPsDnqupAA2z3tJIcVLYtKvZVQRqZCd365P5EPJc/s200/2680_tooth_ache_concept.png" border="0" /></a>What’s it with Wisdom Teeth? They take forever to come out and once they make thier grand entrance, all they do is sit at the back, rather useless, not contributing in the least bit and then one day they decide to trouble you to remind you that they’re there!! </div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div align="justify">Okay, so here’s the deal... I’m getting my wisdom tooth out the day after tomorrow! Not looking forward to it in the least bit! I know the pain all too well! All I can say is Ooowwch!<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-54767992471240016222008-11-16T18:53:00.004-05:002008-11-16T18:57:38.822-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fw5Q5M4rJUhzjGHLPmbKmf-DslF-bS6J4Ma7UrusKLT0a0vH0sVFq-o3Qo2kylOmLJUJBSpLyv-PWqSSFySQn7pD1T8NoGTsnweh4VeN3NnMgcZxyGyeTUDMnov4qvOHfj5SpmEcNoU/s1600-h/dog.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269408723296385618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fw5Q5M4rJUhzjGHLPmbKmf-DslF-bS6J4Ma7UrusKLT0a0vH0sVFq-o3Qo2kylOmLJUJBSpLyv-PWqSSFySQn7pD1T8NoGTsnweh4VeN3NnMgcZxyGyeTUDMnov4qvOHfj5SpmEcNoU/s200/dog.bmp" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-5924944761437227482008-11-14T12:50:00.004-05:002008-11-14T12:54:57.461-05:00One Minute!<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Man: God, how long is a million years to you?</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">God: A minute</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Man: And a million dollars?<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">God: An Indian Rupee</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Man: Can you give me a rupee?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">God: Just a minute...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-79241395586944341302008-11-13T13:10:00.002-05:002008-11-13T13:13:39.098-05:00Arrogant JoeJoe was a man who had everything in life<br />He didn’t see anyone else or bother about their strife.<br />He had everything he wanted, was handsome, wealthy and proud<br />And he never had a dime for a beggar in the crowd.<br /><br />He went to bed one night saying :I am the great Joe!”<br />But when he woke up the next morning, then began all his woes.<br />He jumped out of bed, tangled by his feet<br />Coz now he saw his toes would only turn to meet<br /><br />Joe stumbled towards the mirror and was shocked at what he found,<br />His hands had stretched and now reached the ground!<br />His face turned red and then green,<br />But finally to a colour he’d never seen.<br /><br />He ran from the mirror and jumped in his car.<br />But the doctor had been at an all night bar.<br />“Hey Doc”, said Joe, “What do you think?”<br />Doc answered, “I believe I’ve had too much to drink!”<br /><br />As night fell, with sores on his hands and feet<br />He thought how mean he had been to everyone else on his street.<br />Joe closed his eyes and prayed for the hundredth time<br />And here ends this weird and wacky rhyme!<br /><br />Joe woke up from the dream, thanked God for another normal day<br />Grabbed his trusty briefcase and went on his way<br />But now the world he saw with different eyes.<br />He saw the poverty, the hurt and those who needed a simple hi.<br /><br />Sunshine is not so hard to throw your neighbour’s way…<br />Show some compassion or even just a smile as you go on with your day!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-17951424605673568192008-11-12T10:53:00.004-05:002008-11-12T10:59:03.155-05:00When I Grow Up...<div align="justify">If you were put on centre stage…. spotlight beaming, caressing you and blinding you at the same time…. subject to vulnerability to a crowd of yourself at various stages of your life…. what do you think they would do? How would they look at you? What would they say? Essentially how would you judge yourself? Are you where you wanted to be? Are you who you want to be? Are you the person you strove to become? If you’re not sure, have you asked yourself these questions?<br /><br />I was thinking of how I was at different ages of my life…what made me happy, what made me scared and what I wanted to be. If you ask children what they want to be when they grow up it’s always either, a doctor, policeman, firefighter, teacher, nurse, etc. Now how many of them actually grow to be what they wanted? Ah, now there’s something to think about… </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267800243474506418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpQwMICcdAcnunAj2uXQ7GPk9jPKccAxE5Aih8txC4Oi6zC7qZwNEDpyN-i10LBHJbpIOu2o8C2AUQFv_XWwURgZmsWLPRWEDKjsgUuyBEOBxwriVXPrdNZjtnGYZMI8bTMSXxVYqFH4/s200/Kids.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"><br />You see, the one commonality between these professions is that they all wanted to help, serve other people! As children we wanted to be the best we could, wanted to feel good by somehow contributing to society, making others feel better, helping the world. Somewhere along the way we lose ourselves. Call it circumstances, call its influence, call it indulgence, but we lose the person we are on the inside and ‘create’ someone else on the outside. If you think of it, we are all the same as we were when we were 10, just with more education and skills. Because though life seemed confusing as a child, it’s even more terrifying as an adult…that’s why it’s all the more important to listen to your heart, dance like nobody’s watching, and laugh like you did without an inhibitions. It’s never too late to grow to be the child you wanted to be…</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-60203286973946419952008-11-11T08:00:00.004-05:002008-11-11T08:14:05.731-05:00The Comeback!Sometimes you need something to bite you in the butt to get you moving...in this instance it's nothing more than sheer determination and the air of frustration about my job hunt that forces me to find means of another outlet to pour out my own little crazy world for others to read (or not :D).<br /><br />I took a tiny break from blogging...oh, say a little more than a year?! But I'll have you know... It's only because I really went lazily blank for awhile, but I'm happy to report...I'm back with all my wackiness and, hopefully, a bit of creativity.<br /><br />As Robbin Williams rightly put it " You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it."<br /><br />See you tomorrow!:DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-13940433206047475792007-10-07T09:10:00.000-05:002007-10-07T09:16:27.309-05:00A Prayer for Women<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-bXTW-BgTkPu5NRGMmjenpeVLLLMwkBnW-7o_ONCn2JRZn3hnHrgJYFYB20cB5MHfGpJ667mJ3spo_H-julLsz3kxD7ThDKdss_RpfqGaWbmGIZTS563diqHkpLGfKCTG__0SAABr3w/s1600-h/woman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118598286348596226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-bXTW-BgTkPu5NRGMmjenpeVLLLMwkBnW-7o_ONCn2JRZn3hnHrgJYFYB20cB5MHfGpJ667mJ3spo_H-julLsz3kxD7ThDKdss_RpfqGaWbmGIZTS563diqHkpLGfKCTG__0SAABr3w/s200/woman.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now I lay me, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>Down to sleep <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><br />I pray the Lord, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>My shape to keep.<br />Please no wrinkles, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>Please no bags <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><br />And please lift my butt, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>Before it sags. <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><br />Please no age spots, <a href="http://wwwsmileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>Please no gray <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><br />And as for my belly, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>Please take it away.<br /><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>Please keep me healthy, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>Please keep me young, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><br />And thank you, Dear Lord, <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>For all that you've done. <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Five tips for a woman.... </span><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.</span> </div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;">Foot Note: One saggy boob said to the other saggy boob: "If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts."</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-36431944145147866982007-10-01T07:26:00.000-05:002007-10-01T07:29:24.414-05:00Sometimes We Need to be Reminded<div align="justify">A well-known speaker started off his seminar by:holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, heasked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air. My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or whowe know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. You are special - Don't EVER forget it." If you do not pass this on, you may never know the lives it touches, the hurting hearts it speaks to, or the hope that it can bring. Count your blessings, not your problems. "And remember: amateurs built the ark .. professionals built the Titanic. </div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116344207928752226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDgDTdHmvGs2a-rRaoxf_hmZ7KpeXElW0qnC00ddj0OtjXymB-l5KP-wTGcZscABZ9Z5hSnLXJrmgXNT32t9Azhk_Gegtmumt23QaTz_gzs-uzRwtJHjGyQoGXxGyhpNNt5KuVOJuahc/s400/noahs_ark_rainbow.jpg" border="0" /><br />If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-66569812101044099032007-09-23T10:03:00.000-05:002007-09-23T10:08:22.590-05:00Go for the prize<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge37IwY6unI8ZckvkvTvnPp_-NoEF1-kaa3oWrbBlxi3q3spZaLgGn4uphBNzWMatBh5pD6j76nS4WnSGuRAMbCEoZO9QxwKCt9zSV9lwmDajCU__ZMDei-g2je_alNjuiPqNbeE0MTQs/s1600-h/tAKE+AN+OCCASSIONAL+RISK.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113416470456989778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge37IwY6unI8ZckvkvTvnPp_-NoEF1-kaa3oWrbBlxi3q3spZaLgGn4uphBNzWMatBh5pD6j76nS4WnSGuRAMbCEoZO9QxwKCt9zSV9lwmDajCU__ZMDei-g2je_alNjuiPqNbeE0MTQs/s400/tAKE+AN+OCCASSIONAL+RISK.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Take an occassional risk!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-90862443058004168392007-09-21T16:19:00.000-05:002007-09-21T16:23:14.214-05:00Me being Jobless<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMCUhVH0qPyms-scg8q1gEnL6NlaDH0SZa_Pz92WXW52AmcNhtI1LMMNmtZ83t7ixP6yMADNRIvAnR3e4O5wNTXCkd4iRhEHogNPzRowM0ujH18CoLEecBlR5DAgGanvDK8YstwSAG8Q/s1600-h/Art+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112770747893839938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMCUhVH0qPyms-scg8q1gEnL6NlaDH0SZa_Pz92WXW52AmcNhtI1LMMNmtZ83t7ixP6yMADNRIvAnR3e4O5wNTXCkd4iRhEHogNPzRowM0ujH18CoLEecBlR5DAgGanvDK8YstwSAG8Q/s400/Art+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My doodling when I was bored...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-60640726800849945362007-09-20T09:08:00.000-05:002007-09-20T09:27:11.064-05:00Hand Puppets<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw08hexdMA82j86lzclwVPYF2clAdh0c4TBI6KN7UUlfGKWUU5_RUtIhWwLxL1VygePjQ6QSJyC9il-zZ4JVg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-56554265747466323422007-09-01T15:31:00.000-05:002007-09-01T15:32:08.503-05:00ContactsA woman is stopped by the cops for speeding, the officer goes up to her & asks to see her driver's licence, she hands him her licence;<br /><br />"Hmm, on your licence it says you wear glasses, I don't see you wearing them, I'm going to give you a ticket."<br /><br />The lady: " But I have contacts"..<br /><br />The Officer shouted back: " I don't care who you know lady, you're getting a ticket." <br /><br />:))Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-14202089057697929842007-08-29T21:48:00.000-05:002007-08-29T21:49:12.120-05:00Hilarious!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-35050038159873261372007-08-20T20:58:00.000-05:002007-08-20T21:01:07.304-05:00Back from NowhereWheeeeeew!! Yes, it's like I've been holding my breathe for awhile now and today I finally exhaled! Yes, I'm back after being a long ways away....<br /><br />Till tomorrow then! :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-78855560493315399712007-07-13T21:49:00.000-05:002007-07-13T21:52:10.539-05:00Realistic laws that Newton forgot to stateRealistic laws that Newton forgot to state - (aka Murphy's Law)<br /><br />LAW OF QUEUE: If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.<br /><br />LAW OF TELEPHONE: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged one.<br /><br />LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.<br /><br />LAW OF THE WORKSHOP: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.<br /><br />LAW OF THE ALIBI: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire. BATH THEOREM: When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings.<br /><br />LAW OF ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.<br /><br />LAW OF THE RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will!<br /><br />LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.<br /><br />THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-14872479664437524672007-07-11T18:09:00.000-05:002007-07-11T18:10:35.937-05:00Look on the Bright Side"There's always a positive no matter what and how bad the negative"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-37827735020747746052007-07-08T18:34:00.000-05:002007-07-08T18:36:04.084-05:00The perfect excuse for why I have put on weight<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxTEXfrG50AQmTzcL7R6xZNr1AcwDCkUfZB7X3ZjpxL7ooF7NJx_JTNxpM4jAIYCJcDZXs_MNgztSaSQTtPpC2GAjC2WHru7BvaNpYTW60nbqFGTCG_eX0FAxSE_HgByvN2ulyAkd3Qs/s1600-h/Heavier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084973626207966162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxTEXfrG50AQmTzcL7R6xZNr1AcwDCkUfZB7X3ZjpxL7ooF7NJx_JTNxpM4jAIYCJcDZXs_MNgztSaSQTtPpC2GAjC2WHru7BvaNpYTW60nbqFGTCG_eX0FAxSE_HgByvN2ulyAkd3Qs/s400/Heavier.jpg" width="389" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805973373858492298.post-25093865475263763062007-07-05T07:14:00.000-05:002007-07-05T07:19:09.865-05:00TheTV of Today<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7O3clgdM-_HsgYeJ2YJIhsrRZWljCM5ellOoJTvcB3YX9dgJvvZNBrYc2FUvwnUEQ-AHMtDwHovS17Q96jgC79KGsjXOXZ8t05-WMl1vbOmEWTy3x3ZFm6rT1n92nmYFCF3AflHq27m8/s1600-h/remote_tv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083685178968839106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7O3clgdM-_HsgYeJ2YJIhsrRZWljCM5ellOoJTvcB3YX9dgJvvZNBrYc2FUvwnUEQ-AHMtDwHovS17Q96jgC79KGsjXOXZ8t05-WMl1vbOmEWTy3x3ZFm6rT1n92nmYFCF3AflHq27m8/s400/remote_tv.jpg" border="0" /></a> The television was once an amazing invention, a novelty. That title has now turned completely as it is the platform to spread hate, violence and depression to a larger part of the world in an instant. In the USA they talk about the growing number of cases of depression and violence. Hello?! Has anyone watched the tv lately? Who wouldn’t get depressed? Images of people getting shot, dead bodies, pornography, corrupt politicians, wide spread diseases and hatred towards various religions is strewn across almost every channel. Talk about poisoning your visual senses and your delicate mind. Where is it going to end? Nothing shocks anyone anymore! Instead of trying to desensitize the situation, it gets worse! TV and Movie executives create a need that was not there in the first place and push out a more gruesome movie every time. At this rate, where is the world going? Where are we going?<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2