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I am nervous, I cant sleep, I am so worried about my cat, Amber. He started vomiting this afternoon and just looks and acts really sick. His diet hasnt changed at all and I am at loss as to what could be wrong with him. It's not the usual "hair ball" thing. He has become my baby and my companion and I am upset. So I am going to come to my place of comfort and busy myself. Maybe post the News?
Offbeat News - January 30, 2010
Argentine president: Eat pork, spice your sex life (KBCI CBS 2)
Argentina's president thinks eating pig meat is really sexy. Many people in this beef-loving nation reacted with surprise Thursday after Cristina Fernandez promoted pork in a speech during which she not only said pork is better than Viagra, but suggested she's personally proven it.
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Police: Colo. Dad Ordered Kids To Bite Officers (CBS News)
Police in Colorado arrested a 28-year-old man accused of passing out in a McDonald's play area and telling his two children to bite the officers who were trying to arrest him.
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Trucker crashes into home after choking on chili (KOMOradio)
Police say a lumber truck crashed into a Massachusetts home after the driver was knocked unconscious when he choked on chili from Wendy's. Story Published: Jan 29, 2010 at 3:35 PM PST Story Updated: Jan 29, 2010 at 3:35 PM PST LOWELL, Mass.
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Hit, spit over pricey crab cakes (WLUK-TV Green Bay)
A Sandusky man faces charges of assault and criminal damaging after he allegedly punched a grocery store manager several times and spit in his face, all over the price of crab cakes.
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Australia: Man vs. marauding crocodile over shark (Kansas City Star)
A group of Australian mates on an annual fishing holiday was not going to let anything come between them and their prize catch - not even a marauding crocodile.The friends landed a small shark on a beach recently in the tropical north of Australia - also home to wild saltwater crocodiles known to attack humans.As they dragged the shark ashore with ...
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Revenge, Facebook Style: Brother 1, Sister 0 (sojones)
I've been laughing for the past 3 minutes about this. If your sibling gets on your very last nerve and you have some juicy blackmail material on them, what do you do?
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Saturday, January 30, 2010
My Special Grandson
Hello again all who visit me, Today, Sat. 01/30/10 is a dreary wet day in which even ducks would look for cover. The sun tried to come out a couple of times, then just gave up. I need the solace of my blog to help me make it through some dreary hours here.
I would like to tell you about my 12 year old grandson who, in my book, is a very special child. He was born deaf in one ear, (no ear drum,) and very hard of hearing in the other ear. He was also born allergic to food. At the time I was living in Al. and of course I came home to North Fl for his birth. Due to the many problems of the severeity pf the food allergies I stayed until he was four months old. A team of Doctors, my daughter and I kept him alive, the Dr's with IV's, (drops of nutrients came right back up) my daughter and me with anything we could think of, goats milk, powdered milk, canned milk, regular milk, special formula's, gatorade, powerade...you name it, we tried it. It all came up, the redness, itching and swelling started. We had to have an Eppie Pen at all times. And he screamed around the clock. He was hungry.
And we prayed. And we prayed. And we prayed. He did not grow, he lost weight. I finally had to return to Al and my daughter and I were on the phone daily, we cried on the phone, we prayed on the phone, we gave advice on the phone and all the while, over my daughter's weeping for her dying baby I could hear him screaming.
My home in Al was located on top of a mountain and it had a long rocky driveway from the main road to my house. One morning gotten up early and cooked a big pot of Collard greens and corn bread. I heard a car coming down my drive and it was my daughter. She had driven all night to get to me. She handed me the baby, now almost a year old and no bigger than a four or five month old baby, and with tears streaming down her face she said "mama, he's going to die. He's going to starve to death and I cant handle it" He was limp and listless. The doctors had finally told her even with the IV's and all they could do, the end wasnt far off. I got them in my house, took one of his baby bottles and strained it full of liquid (pot likker) off of the collards. My daughter sat slumped in a chair holding the Eppie Pen and wondering if I was going to kill her baby. I was wondering the same thing. I was scared to death. He sucked the bottle dry, no swelling, no vomiting, no nothing, just a baby to burp. And burp! Lol! And he went to sleep and slept like a normal child, no moaning, no sudden vomiting or stiffness....just a soft little snore. When he awakened I mixed some cornbread with some more "pot likker" and fed it to him. Later I put some of the actual collards in the blender and pureed them. It all stayed down.
My daughter stayed with me eighteen days. During that time we had learned to barely touch our finger to some food and just, very lightly, touch his lip with it. If it was something he couldnt have his lip would turn red and swell a tiny bit. We learned he could eat watermelon. And...hey, I'm from the South, I love chitlin's and fresh pig tails.... I cooked some and learned I werent the only one who loved it, so did my tiny grandson!!
He lived through the Grace of Jehovah God showing us how to feed and what to feed one of His helpless children. When my g/son was about three years old I moved from my not so lofty perch on top of the Alabama mountain back to Florida. The few foods he had begun to thrive on had turned against him. My daughter learned about a new Research for Severe Food Related allergies and needed people to sign up for it. It turned out the age group for this experiment was for one to be at least sixteen years old. My g/son was flatly refused in the program (Xolair) but they under estimated the power of a mother living in fear her child would die. She got him in it after a hard struggle.
Then began the serious task of his hearing. He had already, at such a young age, trained himself to know certain words when he "saw" them. He was lip reading. (Of course he was wearing a hearing aid in his "best" ear but he had such a poor quality of hearing in it even with the aid.) We also taught him sign language and we put much effort in encouraging him to talk, to use his voice and speak, not just point. He was a willing "student" a happy child and easy to work with. He loved learning and he loved food!!!! When he was around six years old one of the ear specialists thought he may be a bit to young for surgery but asked my daughter if she was willing to risk it, said kids are usually around twelves to sixteen when they have that procedure. She talked it over with my g/son who said "Lets do it"!! They took a skin graft from behind his ear and made him an ear drum. One year of taking, rejecting, taking, rejecting. And it finally began working. Over the years his hearing aid was upgraded, of course, and while he defended it the best he could children at school would run by, snatch it from his ear, run off laughing and throw it on the ground. Sometimes one would be broken, sometimes not. He also had to have a speaker box on his desk with an ear phone to be able to hear the teachers who were supposed to wear a tiny microphone clipped to their clothing. He passed into First Grade and at first was getting excellent grades. Then his teacher moved and his grades dropped dramatically. When my daughter started questioning the new teacher she was told my g/son "was rebelling against the loss of his favorite teacher" It came to light the new teacher had told another teacher "she wasnt wearing that thing clipped to her clothing" Needless to say she wore it after that. My g/son became and remained an "A" honor student. In fact, he was just made the "A" Honor Guard over the other Honor guards in a ceremony in which the Sheriff attended and shook his hand.
The Sheriff was crying.
This is how it happened: My g/son was just one of about eighteen students that had been voted by the school for that position in the Honor Guards. Of course all the mothers of those students practiced their child's Acceptance Speach with their children as did my daughter. After much ado with the parents and children waiting at the ceremony my g/son was anounced as the "A" Honor Guard over the other Honor Guards (which meant not only does he have to watch the children but the other Honor Guards also) The thing is when the Speaker called his name she pointed out "he had made that acchievement in spite of being hearing impaired."
He took the stage and politely thanked all those he should thank but that's where his and my daughter's well rehearsed speach went down the drain. He clearly stated he didnt know his hearing or lack of it was going to be brought up, that he wasnt up there because of his hearing, he was up there because he wanted to be somebody someday and the only way to do that was to study. He said he was up there because he deserved to be up there accepting that award. He also pointed out there are a couple of other children in his school that wear hearing aids and are taunted like he was at one time. He told those kids to wear their hearing aids with pride, it was their link between hearing birds sing, their younger brothers and sisters playing, music, laughter, even the sound of tears when one is crying. He told them it is not a handicap, it is a treasure, to wear their hearing aids, their glasses, whatever they need, with pride. There werent a dry eye in the place.
When he had only been on his Honor Guard duty one week he came by to see me. I asked him how he liked it. He said "Granny, kids are the meanest things in the world! They wont listen to nothing! When i tell them not to do something because they will get hurt the minute I turn my back on them they are doing the same thing again! The minute I get eighteen years old I am getting myself nutered" I said "Well, I think only animals are spayed and netured, I think men get a Vacectomy" He said he didnt care what they done to him as long as he couldnt make kids, he just couldnt deal with them!!! LOL! LOL!
Several months before this happened his doctors had wanted a conference with my daughter and g/son. It was bad news. Most of the people regardless of age thats been in the Xolair program since it started has begun developing some form or other of cancer. They asked my g/son if he wanted to be taken off the shots. My daughter let him speak for himself. He said "No, but he would try to go one month without them and see what happened" He didnt make it a month. He was starving and nothing, not even water, would stay down. It took a month for the shots to get back into his system so he could eat. He says he will have to take his chances and deal with whatever happens as best he can. I have to say I am very very proud of him. Yes, he is a strong little boy, he faces the possibility he can develope cancer and he does it with dignity.
By A Proud Granny
I would like to tell you about my 12 year old grandson who, in my book, is a very special child. He was born deaf in one ear, (no ear drum,) and very hard of hearing in the other ear. He was also born allergic to food. At the time I was living in Al. and of course I came home to North Fl for his birth. Due to the many problems of the severeity pf the food allergies I stayed until he was four months old. A team of Doctors, my daughter and I kept him alive, the Dr's with IV's, (drops of nutrients came right back up) my daughter and me with anything we could think of, goats milk, powdered milk, canned milk, regular milk, special formula's, gatorade, powerade...you name it, we tried it. It all came up, the redness, itching and swelling started. We had to have an Eppie Pen at all times. And he screamed around the clock. He was hungry.
And we prayed. And we prayed. And we prayed. He did not grow, he lost weight. I finally had to return to Al and my daughter and I were on the phone daily, we cried on the phone, we prayed on the phone, we gave advice on the phone and all the while, over my daughter's weeping for her dying baby I could hear him screaming.
My home in Al was located on top of a mountain and it had a long rocky driveway from the main road to my house. One morning gotten up early and cooked a big pot of Collard greens and corn bread. I heard a car coming down my drive and it was my daughter. She had driven all night to get to me. She handed me the baby, now almost a year old and no bigger than a four or five month old baby, and with tears streaming down her face she said "mama, he's going to die. He's going to starve to death and I cant handle it" He was limp and listless. The doctors had finally told her even with the IV's and all they could do, the end wasnt far off. I got them in my house, took one of his baby bottles and strained it full of liquid (pot likker) off of the collards. My daughter sat slumped in a chair holding the Eppie Pen and wondering if I was going to kill her baby. I was wondering the same thing. I was scared to death. He sucked the bottle dry, no swelling, no vomiting, no nothing, just a baby to burp. And burp! Lol! And he went to sleep and slept like a normal child, no moaning, no sudden vomiting or stiffness....just a soft little snore. When he awakened I mixed some cornbread with some more "pot likker" and fed it to him. Later I put some of the actual collards in the blender and pureed them. It all stayed down.
My daughter stayed with me eighteen days. During that time we had learned to barely touch our finger to some food and just, very lightly, touch his lip with it. If it was something he couldnt have his lip would turn red and swell a tiny bit. We learned he could eat watermelon. And...hey, I'm from the South, I love chitlin's and fresh pig tails.... I cooked some and learned I werent the only one who loved it, so did my tiny grandson!!
He lived through the Grace of Jehovah God showing us how to feed and what to feed one of His helpless children. When my g/son was about three years old I moved from my not so lofty perch on top of the Alabama mountain back to Florida. The few foods he had begun to thrive on had turned against him. My daughter learned about a new Research for Severe Food Related allergies and needed people to sign up for it. It turned out the age group for this experiment was for one to be at least sixteen years old. My g/son was flatly refused in the program (Xolair) but they under estimated the power of a mother living in fear her child would die. She got him in it after a hard struggle.
Then began the serious task of his hearing. He had already, at such a young age, trained himself to know certain words when he "saw" them. He was lip reading. (Of course he was wearing a hearing aid in his "best" ear but he had such a poor quality of hearing in it even with the aid.) We also taught him sign language and we put much effort in encouraging him to talk, to use his voice and speak, not just point. He was a willing "student" a happy child and easy to work with. He loved learning and he loved food!!!! When he was around six years old one of the ear specialists thought he may be a bit to young for surgery but asked my daughter if she was willing to risk it, said kids are usually around twelves to sixteen when they have that procedure. She talked it over with my g/son who said "Lets do it"!! They took a skin graft from behind his ear and made him an ear drum. One year of taking, rejecting, taking, rejecting. And it finally began working. Over the years his hearing aid was upgraded, of course, and while he defended it the best he could children at school would run by, snatch it from his ear, run off laughing and throw it on the ground. Sometimes one would be broken, sometimes not. He also had to have a speaker box on his desk with an ear phone to be able to hear the teachers who were supposed to wear a tiny microphone clipped to their clothing. He passed into First Grade and at first was getting excellent grades. Then his teacher moved and his grades dropped dramatically. When my daughter started questioning the new teacher she was told my g/son "was rebelling against the loss of his favorite teacher" It came to light the new teacher had told another teacher "she wasnt wearing that thing clipped to her clothing" Needless to say she wore it after that. My g/son became and remained an "A" honor student. In fact, he was just made the "A" Honor Guard over the other Honor guards in a ceremony in which the Sheriff attended and shook his hand.
The Sheriff was crying.
This is how it happened: My g/son was just one of about eighteen students that had been voted by the school for that position in the Honor Guards. Of course all the mothers of those students practiced their child's Acceptance Speach with their children as did my daughter. After much ado with the parents and children waiting at the ceremony my g/son was anounced as the "A" Honor Guard over the other Honor Guards (which meant not only does he have to watch the children but the other Honor Guards also) The thing is when the Speaker called his name she pointed out "he had made that acchievement in spite of being hearing impaired."
He took the stage and politely thanked all those he should thank but that's where his and my daughter's well rehearsed speach went down the drain. He clearly stated he didnt know his hearing or lack of it was going to be brought up, that he wasnt up there because of his hearing, he was up there because he wanted to be somebody someday and the only way to do that was to study. He said he was up there because he deserved to be up there accepting that award. He also pointed out there are a couple of other children in his school that wear hearing aids and are taunted like he was at one time. He told those kids to wear their hearing aids with pride, it was their link between hearing birds sing, their younger brothers and sisters playing, music, laughter, even the sound of tears when one is crying. He told them it is not a handicap, it is a treasure, to wear their hearing aids, their glasses, whatever they need, with pride. There werent a dry eye in the place.
When he had only been on his Honor Guard duty one week he came by to see me. I asked him how he liked it. He said "Granny, kids are the meanest things in the world! They wont listen to nothing! When i tell them not to do something because they will get hurt the minute I turn my back on them they are doing the same thing again! The minute I get eighteen years old I am getting myself nutered" I said "Well, I think only animals are spayed and netured, I think men get a Vacectomy" He said he didnt care what they done to him as long as he couldnt make kids, he just couldnt deal with them!!! LOL! LOL!
Several months before this happened his doctors had wanted a conference with my daughter and g/son. It was bad news. Most of the people regardless of age thats been in the Xolair program since it started has begun developing some form or other of cancer. They asked my g/son if he wanted to be taken off the shots. My daughter let him speak for himself. He said "No, but he would try to go one month without them and see what happened" He didnt make it a month. He was starving and nothing, not even water, would stay down. It took a month for the shots to get back into his system so he could eat. He says he will have to take his chances and deal with whatever happens as best he can. I have to say I am very very proud of him. Yes, he is a strong little boy, he faces the possibility he can develope cancer and he does it with dignity.
By A Proud Granny
IdiditIdiditididit!!! I Did It, Yea!!!!!!
Can anyone leave instructions
Thanks, sunnydaze
A grey dismal Sat. 01/30/10 but Alive!
I am above ground so at least able to see the rain and darkened skies! Thankful for the day and hoping to meet some friends today that will actually email me or write me on here. Meanwhile I am going to post another joke I think is so cute. It's just like what one of my small g/kids would come up with, lol!!!
MY "RETARDED" GRANDPARENTS ( or some would say "retired" )
(This was actually reported by an elementary school teacher)
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.
One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa..
They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona ..
Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well.
There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape.
Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out.
And, they eat the same thing every night --- early birds.
Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house.
The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too..
When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.
Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.
.... PRICELESS
MY "RETARDED" GRANDPARENTS ( or some would say "retired" )
(This was actually reported by an elementary school teacher)
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.
One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa..
They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona ..
Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well.
There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape.
Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out.
And, they eat the same thing every night --- early birds.
Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house.
The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too..
When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.
Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.
.... PRICELESS
Friday, January 29, 2010
How to lose weight, lol!
A guy calls a company and orders their 5-day, 10 lb. Weight loss program..
The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous,
Athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign Around her neck.
She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company.
The sign reads, 'If you can catch me, you can have me.'
Without a second thought, he takes off after her. A few miles later huffing and puffing,
He finally gives up..
The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens.
On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 lbs. As promised.He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program.
The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning,
Beautiful, sexy woman he has ever seen in his life.. She is wearing nothing but
Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, 'If you catch me you
Can have me'.
Well, he's out the door after her like a shot. This girl is in excellent shape and he
Does his best, but no such luck. So for the next four days, the same routine happens
With him gradually getting in better and better shape.
Much to his delight on the fifth day when he weighs himself, he discovers that he
Has lost another 20 lbs. As promised. He decides to go for broke and calls the company To order the 7-day/50 pound program
'Are you sure?' asks the representative on the phone... 'This is our most rigorous program.'
'Absolutely,' he replies, 'I haven't felt this good in years.'
The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds a huge muscular Guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck That reads, 'If I catch you, you're mine.'
Just a little humor there, folks.
The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous,
Athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign Around her neck.
She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company.
The sign reads, 'If you can catch me, you can have me.'
Without a second thought, he takes off after her. A few miles later huffing and puffing,
He finally gives up..
The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens.
On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 lbs. As promised.He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program.
The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning,
Beautiful, sexy woman he has ever seen in his life.. She is wearing nothing but
Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, 'If you catch me you
Can have me'.
Well, he's out the door after her like a shot. This girl is in excellent shape and he
Does his best, but no such luck. So for the next four days, the same routine happens
With him gradually getting in better and better shape.
Much to his delight on the fifth day when he weighs himself, he discovers that he
Has lost another 20 lbs. As promised. He decides to go for broke and calls the company To order the 7-day/50 pound program
'Are you sure?' asks the representative on the phone... 'This is our most rigorous program.'
'Absolutely,' he replies, 'I haven't felt this good in years.'
The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds a huge muscular Guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck That reads, 'If I catch you, you're mine.'
Just a little humor there, folks.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Hello, hello, hello!!!
Today is absolutely beautiful, sunny, balmy...dreamy....should be like this all year long.... after a night of 32 degrees in which my cat Amber and I slept warmly. My daughter and 12 year old grandson came by for a few minutes. He had to go back to the Dr's, had another spider bite on his leg and Staph infection has set in as it did 2 years ago when both he and my g/daughter were bitten by Brown Recluse spiders. (While they and Black Widows are a Desert Spider, they have hitched hiked in people's suit cases, underneath their cars and so on until they are very common here in Florida.) The same with Western Rattlers and any other snakes, only for the most part people sneak them here as "pets" and turn them loose when they become to dangerous to keep. Or until someone reports them. Then the "proper authorities" turn them loose anyway after the person is fined to the hilt. These animals used to be killed until the Animal Activists got so involved, thank goodness! (Law prohibits certain animals being in captivity) Yes, my g/kids have immediate medical care when bitten but the Staph infection always follows bites from certain spiders so my daughter isnt negligent in any manner.
I am trying to think of some "way" or some "thing" to better my life. (Actually I dont have a life other than getting up and going through the motions of breathing and eating during the day unless screaming at the cat for rolling in the dirt, then laying on my dining table is considered an "activity") While I dont expect people to materialize as friends at my front door I also find it next to impossible to make friends. The only people I seem to meet are those who love being a "hermit" They cant say "goodbye" fast enough and rush home to shut the door and world out behind them. To be alone with themselves...they are their best friend. I am a "people person" I would just love planning a meal or a cook out on the back porch with family and friends talking and laughing together...like we did back when I was Somebody, back when I was needed, (or was I just Needed instead of Wanted back then too??) Am I on a "pity" trip? Could be. Or do I have a valid reason for asking that? Could be. As you sit and judge me as a "whiner" and tell me "to pull my big girl panties up and deal with it" are you walking this same road and face my same problems in your future? Could be.
I am trying to think of some "way" or some "thing" to better my life. (Actually I dont have a life other than getting up and going through the motions of breathing and eating during the day unless screaming at the cat for rolling in the dirt, then laying on my dining table is considered an "activity") While I dont expect people to materialize as friends at my front door I also find it next to impossible to make friends. The only people I seem to meet are those who love being a "hermit" They cant say "goodbye" fast enough and rush home to shut the door and world out behind them. To be alone with themselves...they are their best friend. I am a "people person" I would just love planning a meal or a cook out on the back porch with family and friends talking and laughing together...like we did back when I was Somebody, back when I was needed, (or was I just Needed instead of Wanted back then too??) Am I on a "pity" trip? Could be. Or do I have a valid reason for asking that? Could be. As you sit and judge me as a "whiner" and tell me "to pull my big girl panties up and deal with it" are you walking this same road and face my same problems in your future? Could be.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
My Oldies and Goldies Page (Country, I hope, lol)
I know you'll have to c/p but if you like the Oldies, (Johnny Cash, Kitty Wells, Loretta Lynn, Tom T. Hall...) then this will float your boat until I learn how to make the "Youtube Jukebox" thingie, lol!! A wonderful day or night to all of you, sunnydaze
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HU-C4Wost8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wr4y2_BqHYg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hKrbyNZDcE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMiSZzHvBeM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lhf9U5Wf3Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfxKCqAsrvM
Conway Twitty "I'd love to lay you down"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNwT5jXcGD0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNwT5jXcGD0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HU-C4Wost8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wr4y2_BqHYg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hKrbyNZDcE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMiSZzHvBeM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lhf9U5Wf3Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfxKCqAsrvM
Conway Twitty "I'd love to lay you down"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNwT5jXcGD0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNwT5jXcGD0
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Hi again everyone. Hope life is being kind to you all as it has to me. For one thing I woke up above ground this morning and thats always good. I have also met a couple of on line friends which is wonderful. My g/son that made the "A" honor roll and also the "A" Honor Guard over the other Honor Guards came by. I asked him how he liked his "job" and he told me "kids are just plain brats, they wont do anything you tell them to, the minute you asked them to stop something that could be dangerous and turn your back they are doing it again" He very bitterly finished by saying the minute he turns 18 years old he is getting himself neutured. I explained to him human men have "vacetomys" only animals are "nuetured" He said he didnt care what they do to him as long as he cant make babies, that he just cant deal with kids!! LOL!! And he's only been on the job a week. lol. Today is beautiful, sunny and just the right little breeze. I lazyed off and had a peanut butter sandwich/mixed fruit for lunch. Havent done anything productive (again) except looked around the internet and picked up 18 threats. No wonder my pc was dragging! Guess I better make real food for supper. Let me see what I can find picture wise you might enjoy.
My sense of humor may be lacking somewhat today, lol. The next Picture is a Before Ageing Shot followed by an After Aging shot
Hope someone gets a laugh or at least a smile out of these!! I did. (I think the guy in green may have asked his Fairy God Mother to make his touch the floor and she shortened his legs.)
And the following picture is not meant to be vulgar in any manner. It is an actual photo of a Weather Forecaster actually doing his job. However once again the weather didnt co-opoerate, lol!
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