
Heart and Soul
My dear bloggin buddy, Suzanne, gave me this award.
Here's how the award works:
“Distribute this award to those people who have blogs we love and can’t live without, blogs where the writing is good and powerful.
Interested members can kick things off by publishing the award on their own blog,naming five people they would like to give it to, and accompany the image with three things they believe are necessary to make writing good and powerful.
The recipients then do the same, passing it on to five other people,and so on.”
Well obviously everyone over there on my blogroll but i'll follow the rules (Ipanema i saw you were already picked); and so without further ado....
Patry
Lorna
Mary
Lee
Amishlaw
Roar Award
Joke Friday
A nun walks into Mother Superior's office and plunks down into a chair. She lets out a sigh heavy with frustration. "What troubles you, Sister?" asks the Mother Superior. "I thought this was the day you spend with your family." " It was," sighed the Sister. "And I went to play golf with my brother. We try to play golf as often as we can. You know I was quite a talented golfer before I devoted my life to Christ." "I seem to recall that," the Mother Superior agreed. "So I take it your day of recreation was not relaxing?" "Far from it," snorted the Sister. "In fact, I even took the Lord's name in vain today!" "Goodness, Sister!" gasped the Mother Superior, astonished. "You must tell me all about it!" "Well, we were on the fifth tee...and this hole is a monster, Mother - 540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden green...and I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest swing I ever made. And it's flying straight and true, right along the line I wanted...and it hits a bird in mid-flight not 100 yards off the tee!" "Oh my !" commiserated the Mother. "How unfortunate! But surely that didn't make you blaspheme, Sister!" "No, that wasn't it," admitted Sister. "While I was still tryin g to fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs my ball and runs off down the fairway!"
"Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!" sympathized Mother.
"But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the Sister. "And I was so proud of
myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, this
hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with my ball still clutched in his paws!" "So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with a knowing smile. "Nope, that wasn't it either," cried the Sister, anguished, "because as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started struggling, and the hawk dropped him right there on the green, and the ball popped out of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!" Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said...
"You missed the fucking putt, didn't you?">
I guess I should get a motorcycle....
because I didn't get my "new job". I was hanging my hopes on that job being the jumpstart that i needed. Something new, something exciting.
Yeah, too bad my fear of falling would prevent me from ever getting a motorcycle, that and I don't have good hair for a motorcycle, for the windswept look.
But in reality I probably wouldn't have been able to take the job anyway, as it most certainly would've involved a substantial pay cut. I've been down this slippery slope before.
As I told the interview guy... "i'm trying to reinvent myself". And one of these days I'm gonna get it just right.
Is this my midlife crisis?
Today i got up begrudgingly, like i always do. Why is it that I can always sleep at 6:30 AM when the alarm goes off, but not at 2AM? Today though was going to be different. I had an interiew for a job today. A new job, a job I was excited about. I had laid out clothes the night before. I even packed up makeup to take with me to work. And after work i went into the bathroom and changed out of my scrubs and sneakers and into some "street clothes" and my stylish high heel boots. I even touched up my makeup and fixed up my hair. I walked into that interiew confidant and I think I pulled it off; we'll see at the end of the week - he said they'd call by Friday - Monday the latest for the 2nd string of interviews.
It's going to be a long week.
The Best medicine
It is the best medicine.
UTube not cooperating again else the video would be up here.
Joke Friday
Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar at 9:58 PM. He sat down next to a blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV. The 10:00 PM news was coming on. The news crew was covering a story of a man on a ledge of a large building preparing to jump.
Bob says, "You know, I bet he'll jump"
The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't."
Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, "You're on!"
The blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death. The blonde was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, "Fair's fair. Here's your money."
Bob replied, "I can't take your money, I saw this earlier on the 5 PM news and so I knew he would jump."
The blond replied, "I did too, but I didn't think he'd do it again."
Bob took the money......
Mixed feelings

It was with mixed feelings that i took the Xmas decorations down this year. Usually I can't wait, let's get it over with - restore order, get back to my minimalist ways. But as soon as I started the dismantling I noticed how pale things were looking. No sparkle, no glitter, no shiny ornaments. And the worst of winter on the way - colder, grayer, starker.

I tried to edit out the Merry Xmas as I really liked this picture, but I'm not as smart as I look(actually the saying in our family is "you're not as dumb as you look".
But I do want to thank my small (but great) group of regulars for hanging out with me this year. Can't believe this is my 3rd New Years Eve here in Blogland. Last New Year's and the Year before that.
No big plans for tonight - just the usual Thai food with the boy - maybe the last one since he's now a teenager.
Hope you all have fun and see you next year!
Photohunters
Joke Friday
DON'T CALL HOME FOR MONEY!
A fifteen year-old boy came home with a Porsche and his parents began to
yell and scream,
"Where did you get that car?"
He calmly told them, "I bought it today."
"With what money?" demanded his parents.
We know what a Porsche costs.."
"Well," said the! boy, "this one cost me fifteen dollars."
So the parents began to yell even louder. "Who would sell a car like
that for fifteen dollars?" they asked.
"It was the lady up the street," said the boy. don't know her
name-they
just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted
to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars."
"Oh my Goodness!," moaned the mother, "she must be a child abuser. Who
knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what's
going on."
So the boy's father walked up the street to the house where the lady
lived and found her out in the yard calmly planting petunias! He
introduced himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a
Porsche for fifteen dollars and demanded to know why she did it.
"Well," she said, "this morning I got a phone call from my husband. I
thought he was on a business trip, but learned from a friend he has run
off to Hawaii with his secretary and really doesn't intend to come back.
He claimed he was stranded and asked me to sell his new Porsche and send
him the money. So I did."
(Are women good or what?)
Photo hunters
No Joke Friday
What a difference a sad event in someone's life makes.
GEORGE CARLIN (His wife recently died...)
Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate.
A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've con quered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?
George Carlin
( my apologies to those faithful few who came looking for a laugh, but this was more appropiate for me today.)
Joke Friday
A woman walks into the doctors office and says, doctor I hurt all over and the doctor says, "That's impossible
"No really!" she said, "Just look, when I touch my arm,ouch! it hurts.
When I touch my leg, ouch!, it hurts. When I touch my head, ouch!, it hurts.
When I touch my chest, ouch!!, it really hurts. she replies.
"The doctor just shakes his head and says, "You're a natural blond aren't you?
The woman smiles and says, "Why yes I am. How did you know?
The doctor replies, "Because, your finger is broken."
Photo hunter
Joke Friday
REMEMBER THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME…
According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year. The male reindeer drop their antlers in the beginning of winter, usually by late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers until they give birth in the spring.
Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a female!
We should've known... ONLY women would be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.
Merry Christmas to all you ladies!
Thanks Suzanne!
First night of Chanukah


On the first night of Chanukah my mother gave to me, nuh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh thing( because we forgot to light the lights - we're bad jews - as L. likes to say.)
On the second night of Chanukah my mother gave to me, a Ree-ee-ee--ee-ee-see's peanut butter cup.
The reason this is set to a Christmas carol is because after we lit the lights and had dinner, i finally practiced playing x-mas carols on the piano.
Neither of these pictures came out very good; i couldn't decide which to post because i thought the first one the better but the second has a reflection of Luke and my hand in the window.
Shalom















