REAL TIRED trying to get this WORDPRESS site for my ART going. Every time I think I’ve got it RIGHT, NOT! … The themes are not meant for ‘artists … only photographers and their photos. Well, I don’t have time to do photographs all the time .. but I do make time to fiddle with creative applications that bring me relaxation and joy…. and all I wanted to do was share some of me, and have something to hold on to! But that really seems impossible!
IFANYONE reads this and would like to suggest, I’m all ears. I’m sure that SUPPORT with WP is tired of seeing and trying to help me ..but that’s what they do .. and lag with my time schedule. Oh WELL! …I’m so frustrated. I’d love to scream, and scream, and scream, at the top of my lungs and then cry, cry, cry…. but people would think that I was loosing my mind and mad. NO, I just really need an outlet, without my mom who is 95, and in failing health to see me upset. BUT it scares the HELL out of me. So I’m Upset. I’m Frustrated. So, thanks for letting me vent .. and one day when things get ironed out: I’ll stop in and see what all of you have to say.
Today . the 26th of April . my daddy would be 98 years old. But we remember instead with thoughts, love and laughter.
This POEM, is such a true representation of a small part of who he was and how we loved him. Mother and I miss him everyday.
DADDYS PLAYGROUND
An old green colored shed tops a makeshift work area That once was a housing unit for my brothers’ cage of birds Snakes and such. Now it is filled with various sized bolts; Some of which even the same size maybe totally different For the need… The aged fingers reach for yet another. The area is covered with wheels, handles and motors. The smell of gas and oil is sometimes nauseating. But from sun-up to sun-down…with a few short breaks in-between We can always find Daddy Tinkering with lawnmowers…edger’s Sharpening blades Unclogging fuel lines Replacing wheels All of which have yet a few good blades to cut The fingers work tediously long hours While sitting on a stool – Comprised of an old bucket with a board on top Finished product… A labor of love and frustration thrown in Here and there They’re wheeled out to the road, curb side With a sign – for sale – And the waiting begins. But the ages fingers reach for yet another to conquer With his loyal companion at his feet, His dog sable Daddy begins the task that will yet continue To fulfill his hours under the old green colored Shed searching fingers reaching to find the Right tools and bolts to Sharpen blades Unclog fuel lines Replace wheels Sitting on the short stool …. The bucket and board. Until the setting sun brings a dinner call from Mother We know where we can find daddy In his playground With wheels and blades of steel.
This represents, Daddy, Mother and myself… the three of us. When daddy left. We miss Daddy Everyday.
If, you’re checking in on me, or watching what I might post… I certainly would appreciate some feed-back on my progress that has got me so confused about the layout!
WHAT, you might say … WHAT Am I talking about? That’s my problem!
My Poetry that I’m going to post … Heart Strings (in the works)
And My Art Corner. This is the one that I’m having difficulty with.
Making sure the pages and what will be, flow smoothly, but with so much going on in my life I find myself, confused about what should be instead of letting it flow with ease I guess!
I don’t even see right now the cats & tags!
I know its’s early or late .. me, I do need to get to bed! STAT . So If you’re inclined to take a peek, I certainly would appreciate your feedback!
A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”
The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude”
She rolled her eyes and said, “You must be a Republican.”
“I am,” replied the man. “How did you know?”
“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.”
The man smiled and responded, “You must be a Democrat.”
“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?” “Well,” said the man, “you don’t know where you are or where you’re going. You’ve risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You’re in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but, somehow, now it’s my fault.”
Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. After ordering their cornbread and beans, they set awhile, talkin bout’ the latest addition to their junkyard business
Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough.
After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress.
One of the hillbillies looks at her and says “Kin ya swallar?”
The Woman shakes her head no.
“Kin ya breathe?”
The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.
The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up The back of her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her Right butt cheek a big, wet lick with his tongue
The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar.
His partner says, “Ya know, I’ d heerd of that there ‘Hind Lick Maneuver’, but I ain’t never seen nobody do it.”
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So, as she was getting her things “in order,” she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.
“What’s that?” came the Pastor’s reply.
“This is very important,” the young woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the young woman asked.
“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. “My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…..like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, “What’s with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.”
The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the
of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral, people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Repeatedly the Pastor heard the question, “What’s with the fork?” And over and over, he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to “Keep their fork.”
Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share … being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
This was sent from a friend, and I wish I knew the writer at the end to Thank her for sharing it! It is a wonderful laugh!
Enjoy!
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.
The trucker lowers the window, and she says, “Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load.”
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the window.
Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they’ve never spoken, the blonde says brightly, “Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.
At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck window.
The trucker lowers the window. Again she says, “Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”
When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says…
“Hi, my name is Kevin, it’s winter in Minnesota and I’m driving the SALT TRUCK!”
Can you imagine holding your camera steady enough to take these photos!
I cannot nor will I acknowledge that these pictures are what they say, or by whom.
Only will I say that they are beautiful pictures!
“I don’t know in which order the message was to which photo(s) but I feel the photos of the nature and Her forces speaks for themselves. Be Careful in any situation you might find yourself in.”
Deborah
The following picture was taken from the third story balcony of Saint Stanislaus College located next door to Our Lady of the Gulf church in Bay Saint Louis, Mississippi on the morning of August 29th, 2005. This is believed to be the initial tidal wave from Hurricane Katrina. The tidal wave was approximately 35 to 40 feet high. When it slammed into the beach front communities of Bay Saint Louis and Waveland Mississippi to completely destroy 99% of every structure along the beach for 9 miles and over ? of a mile inland. The destruction only started there. The flooding that continued inland destroyed the contents of all but 35 homes in these two communities of approximately 14,000 people.
These pictures were taken by a man in Magee, MS where the eye of the storm passed thru.
Magee is 150 miles North of Waveland, Mississippi where the Hurricane made land fall.
The dance with Katrina, part of her beauty as she left destruction on her exit.
Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that our government can track a cow born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she sleeps in the state of Washington? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give them all a cow.
THE CONSTITUTION
They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why don’t we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it’s worked for over 200 years and we’re not using it anymore.
TEN COMMANDMENTS
The real reason that we can’t have the Ten Commandments in a courthouse……..
You cannot post “Thou Shalt Not Steal,” “Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery” and “Thou Shall Not Lie” in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians — it creates a hostile work environment.
A blonde woman was having financial troubles so she decided to kidnap a child and demand a ransom. She went to a local park, grabbed a little boy, took him behind a tree and wrote a note. “I have kidnapped your child. I am sorry to do this but I need the money. Leave $10,000 in a plain brown bag behind the big oak tree in the park at 7AM.” Signed, “The Blonde.”
She pinned the note inside the little boy’s jacket and told him to go straight home. The next morning, she returned to the park to find the $10,000 in a brown bag behind the big oak tree, just as she had instructed. Inside the bag with the cash was the following note. “Here is your money. I cannot believe that one blonde would do this to another.”
This is just too funny not to share. Excerpted from an article which appeared in the Dublin Times about a bank robbery on March 2.
Once inside the bank shortly after midnight, their efforts at disabling the security system got underway immediately. The robbers, who expected to find one or two large safes filled with cash & valuables, were surprised to see hundreds of smaller safes throughout the bank.
The robbers cracked the first safe’s combination, and inside they found only a small bowl of vanilla pudding.
As recorded on the bank’s audio tape system, one robber said, ‘At least we’ll have a bit to eat.’
The robbers opened up a second safe, and it also contained nothing but vanilla pudding. The process continued until all s safes were opened.
They did not find one pound sterling, a diamond , or an ounce of gold. Instead, all the safes contained covered bowls of pudding. Disappointed, the robbers made a quiet exit, each leaving with nothing more than a queasy, uncomfortably full stomach. The newspaper headline read:
IRELAND’S LARGEST SPERM BANK ROBBED EARLY THIS MORNING…
A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money, if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card and write “Spaghetti” on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin.
One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. “Honey,” she said. “You received a very strange post card today.”
“Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it,” he said.
The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and fainted.
On the card was written: “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without.
This photo was taken 2/3/2008 at the scene of a house fire.
Received in a e-mail from a someone who is in the insurance property business. It is well worth reading.
This is one of those e-mails that if you don’t send it, rest assured someone on your list will suffer for not reading it. The original message was written by a lady whose brother and wife learned a hard lesson this past week.
Their house burnt down.. nothing left but ashes. They have good insurance so the house will be replaced and most of the contents. That is the good news.
However, they were sick when they found out the cause of the fire. The insurance investigator sifted through the ashes for several hours. He had the cause of the fire traced to th e master bathroom. He asked her sister-in-law what she had plugged in the bathroom. She listed the normal things….curling iron, blow dryer. He kept saying to her, ‘No, this would be something that would disintegrate at high temperatures’. Then her sister-in-law remembered she had a Glade Plug-In, in the bathroom.
The investigator had one of those ‘Aha’ moments. He said that was the cause of the fire. He said he has seen more house fires started with the plug-in type room fresheners than anything else. He said the plastic they are made from is THIN. He also said that in every case there was nothing left to prove that it even existed. When the investigator looked in the wall plug, the two prongs left from the plug-in were still in there.
Her sister-in-law had one of the plug-ins that had a small night light built in it. She said she had noticed that the light would dim and then finally go out. She would walk in to the bathroom a few hours later, and the light would be back on again. The investigator said that the unit was getting too hot, and would dim and go out rather than just blow the light bulb. Once it cooled down it would come back on. That is a warning sign
The investigator said he personally wouldn’t have any type of plug in fragrance device anywhere in his house. He has seen too many places that have been burned down due to them.
PLEASE PASS THIS ON NOT ONLY COULD IT SAVE SOMEONE’S HOUSE,
(Every penny counts)(Interesting E-Mail)(a few years back)
I don’t know what you guys are paying for gasoline….Here in California we are also paying higher, up to $3.00 per gal.. But my line of work is in petroleum for about 31 years now, so here are so me tricks to get more of your money’s worth for every gallon.
Here at the Kinder Morgan Pipeline where I work in San Jose , CA we deliver about 4 million gallons in a 24-hour period thru the pipeline. One day is diesel the next day is jet fuel, and gasoline, regular and premium grades. We have 34-storage tanks here with a total capacity of 16,800,000 gallons.
TIP #1: Only buy or fill up your car or truck in the early morning when the ground temperature is still cold. Remember that all service stations have their storage tanks buried below ground. The colder the ground the more dense the gasoline, when it gets war me r gasoline expands, so buying in the afternoon or in the evening….your gallon is not exactly a gallon. In the petroleum business, the specific gravity and the temperature of the gasoline, diesel and jet fuel, ethanol and other petroleum products plays an important role. A 1-degree rise in temperature is a big deal for this business. But the service stations do not have temperature compensation at the pumps.
TIP #2: When you’re filling up do not squeeze the trigger of the nozzle to a fast mode. If you look you will see that the trigger has three (3) stages: low, middle, and high. In slow mode you should be pumping on low speed, thereby minimizing the vapors that are created while you are pumping. All hoses at the pump have a vapor return. If you are pumping on the fast rate, so me of the liquid that goes to your tank becomes vapor. Those vapors are being sucked up and back into the underground storage tank so you’re getting less worth for your money.
TIP #3: One of the most important tips is to fill up when your gas tank is HALF FULL or HALF EMPTY. The reason for this is, the more gas you have in your tank the less air occupying its empty space. Gasoline evaporates faster than you can imagine. Gasoline storage tanks have an internal floating roof. This roof serves as zero clearance between the gas and the atmosphere, so it minimizes the evaporation. Unlike service stations, here where I work, every truck that we load is temperature compensated so that every gallon is actually the exact amount.
TIP #4: VERY IMPORTANT: Another reminder. If there is a gasoline truck pumping into the storage tanks when you stop to buy gas, DO NOT fill up–most likely the gasoline is being stirred up as the gas is being delivered and you might pick up so me of the dirt that normally settles on the bottom.
Hope this will help you get the most value for your money.
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