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This weeks theme: Walking

Joke Friday

READ THIS. LET IT REALLY SINK IN. THEN CHOOSE.
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it!
You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood.
I choose to be in a good mood."
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins Wanna see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
He continued, "..the paramedics were great.
They kept telling me I was going to be fine.But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'."
Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.
After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Poem in your pocket day

Today is the 2nd annual poem in your pocket day. Please join in! Leave one here in comments or leave a link to one on your site.

First Haiku

Life is a journey

old cat sleeping on futon

road in the distance

First love (click on link)

Wordless Wednesday

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This weeks theme: protect(ion)

Joke Friday

An attractive blonde from Cork , Ireland arrived at the casino. She seemed a little intoxicated and bet twenty-thousand Euros on a single roll of the dice.

She said, 'I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude'.

With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, 'Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!'

As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed...'YES! YES! I WON, I WON!'

She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed .

The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded.
Finally, one of them asked, 'What did she roll?'

The other answered, 'I don't know - I thought you were watching.'

MORAL OF THE STORY -

Not all Irish are drunks,
not all blondes are dumb,
but all men...are men.

Wordless Wednesday

Round Robin Challenge: In Flight

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This weeks theme: Purple

Joke Friday

MY FIVE NEW BOYFRIENDS!!!

I am seeing 5 gentlemen every day. As soon as I wake up, Will Power helps me get out of bed.

Then I go to see John.

Then Charlie Horse comes along,& when he is here, he takes a lot of my time & attention.
When he leaves,Arthur Ritis shows up & stays the rest of the day. He doesn 't like to stay in one place very long,so he takes me from joint to joint.

After such a busy day, I'm really tired & glad to go to bed With Ben Gay. What a life! Oh, yes, I'm also flirting with Al Zymer and thinking of calling JACK DANIELS or JOHNNY WALKER to come and keep me company.

now remember:
Life is like a roll of toilet paper ...the closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes...so have fun, think 'good thoughts' only, learn to laugh at yourself, and 'Count your blessings!!!!!!!

The good news is

Sometimes you just have to trust your gut.

Last wk. after booking surgery for my knee,I tried to put all doubts aside, I really did but somehow they found me. I’m not a big believer in divine anything but after last wk. I was calling it divine or (any) intervention.
I was walking into a local grocery store when I saw someone i knew, a friend of a friend. I held back to avoid having to talk. She went in but then stopped and I stopped but then forged ahead and passed her, hoping she didn't’ see me( i just didn't feel much like chatting; i just wanted to get in and get out). But, as fate would have it, i was nabbed. "R... is that you? "( nope it's hop a long/peg(leg) or gimpy as they've been calling me at work (g-d love yr. co-workers).
"You're limping, what happened?"
I gave her the short version of what had happened ( not the 4 part blog post). and when i got to who was going to do my surgery, the look on her face confirmed my doubts and after talking to her, I knew that he would never be cutting into me. Herself, having undergone the same surgery that i needed, told me of her surgeon and raved about what a top notch Boston surgeon she is and how she had come highly recommended to her.
So first thing Mon. morning i got on the horn to this dr. and made an appt. it was a long week waiting impatiently to get in, especially after i cancelled my surgery for that week.
So when I got in to see her i was ready to consent to surgery that day if she wanted to do it. Really,I was ready, i am sick to death of limpin around and not being able to do what i want/like to do - ie: walk the dog, work in my gardens/walk normally. But when she tells me that I don't need surgery. Hell, well that's good right, i think. Long story short, she wouldn't operate on the ruptured ACL and she's not sure that Meniscus surgery is necessary/will help. That my symptoms seems to be from the swelling and surgery would make that worse. Swell!
So she recommends trying PT for a couple of weeks, then coming back to see her to see how I'm doing. (? )
Of course i forgot to ask her the obvious: and then what?

(anyone out there with meniscus/acl/knee stories to tell, please feel free to leave a post in comments or a link.)

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This weeks theme: Triangle

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Take two: Triangle

Joke Friday

A man wakes up in hospital, bandaged from head to foot.
The doctor comes in and says 'Ah, I see you've regained consciousness.
Now you probably won't remember, but I'm afraid you were in a pile-up
on the motorway. You're going to be OK, you'll walk again, everything
seems to be OK, but there is a bit of bad news and I'm going to break
it to you as gently as I can. Your Willy was chopped off in the wreck
and we were unable to find it.'

The bloke groans a bit (as you do) but the doctor goes on, 'We've
checked your insurance and you've actually got up to £9,000
compensation coming to you and the good news is that we have the
technology now to build you a new Willy that will work just as well as
your old one, better in fact.

But the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It is one thousand pounds an inch.'
The bloke perks up a bit at this (as you would.) 'So it's a simple
decision,' the doctor says, 'you need to decide how many inches you want.

But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you
had a five inch Willy before and you decide to go for a nine inch Willy now, she might be a bit put out. But if you had a nine inches before and you decide only to invest in a five inches now, she might be a bit disappointed.
So it's important that you consult with her to help you make the decision.'
So the bloke agrees to talk with his wife.

The doctor comes back the next day.
'So' he says, 'have you spoken with your wife?'
'I have.' says the chap.
'And has she helped you to make the decision?'

'Yes, she has' he says.
'And what is the decision?' asks the doctor.

'We're having a new kitchen.'

Out with the old...

Well, finally gave Blogrolling the boot. I liked it when I first got it. Loved seeing those asteriks after my favorite blogs, knowing they've updated and I could go over and peruse them. But then it froze my blog and I had to get rid of it temporally. When I put it make up it was under repair for months and months(no asteriks) and when it came back, it was not the same ( is it ever?). It had those awful,annoying pop-up advertisements on top of the blog you were trying to view. So last week. I added all those blogs to my favorites in the blogger template and no, there are no more asteriks but it does tell me when last you updated and the title of your post. So bye, bye blogrolling.

And .... "In with the new". I would very much like to know, if anyone out there could explain to me - just how do you add more blog posts at the end of the main blog page so that you can easily scroll down to older (previous) posts??

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This weeks theme: Stripes

Joke Friday

BRITISH HUMOUR

The train was quite crowded and an American tourist walked the entire length looking for a seat but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed middle-aged French woman's poodle.The travel-weary man asked 'Ma'am may I have that seat?'The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular 'Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat.'

Again the man walked the entire train again but the only seat left was under that dog.'Please ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired.'She snorted 'Not only are you Americans rude you are also arrogant!'This time the man didn't say a word he just picked up the little dog tossed it to the floor of the train.The woman shrieked 'Someone must defend my honour! This American should be put in his place!'

An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up: 'Sir, you Americans always seem to do the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road. And now sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch to the floor. '

Playing For Change: Song Around the World "Stand By Me"

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This weeks theme: hands

Joke Friday

Inner Peace


If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,

If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you anytime,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

Then You Are Probably...






The Family Dog!