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Jack Bauer is going back to work. Twentieth Century Fox has kick-started plans for their film adaptation of 24. After several production delays, the long-awaited movie is finally back on track.
Read the NEWS info HERE
While I get excited and review these pics ….
& hope that one day he will return in a series on TV!
Another NEWS Article here….
’24’ Movie Eyes ‘Wolverine’ Writer, April 2012 Start
Personally – I love Jack – and loved 24!
If you’re eating pancakes right now, don’t even bother pouring on the syrup. This is the sweetest thing you’ll see all day, nay, all week. This is the tale of Lil’ Drac, an orphaned short-tailed fruit bat who was raised by the folks at Bat World Sanctuary. Here’s his biography:
His mother was yet another casualty from zoo closures which are occurring across the US. She is a young mother who was stressed from the conditions in which she was kept, combined with the additional trauma of being captured and transferred to a new and unfamiliar environment. Consequently, she abandoned Lil’ Drac after he was born. He was found on the padded floor of the indoor flight enclosure at Bat World Sanctuary, curled up in a little ball.
When I saw this today on the BING Page, and had
No idea as to what this could be,
but with the help of that little (i) thing found it said ‘Chestnut’.
So I went looking via the BING & came across something
that sounded and looked interesting!
During this the Holiday Season for MOST
You might want to find try & share & make a new tradition!
They beg in different areas of town.
Carlos begs for the same amount of time
as José, but collects only
about $8.00 or $9.00 a day.
José brings home a suitcase full of ten-dollar
bills every day. He drives a Mercedes,
lives in a mortgage-free house, and has
a lot of money to spend.
“Hey, amigo,” Carlos says to José,
“I work just as long and hard as you do,
so how come you bring home a suitcase
full of ten dollar bills every day?
José says,
“Look at your sign, what does it say?”
Carlos reads his sign:
“I have no work, a wife
and six kids to support.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
Carlos asks him.
“No wonder you only get
$8.00 or $9.00 a day!” says José.
Carlos says,
“All right, what is on your sign?”
José shows him:
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Full Show Information found here………
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If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue.
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If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.
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If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things, I’m finding,
Are impossible for me.
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I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who’s always there..
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This is a Hug Certificate!!
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Share This With All Your Friends Who You Think Deserve A Hug
Life is a coin, you can spend it anyway you wish,
but you can only spend it once.
Memories we will make
of moments we share
of happy times
and sorrow shared.
Memory Lane
We all have one:
Take change of this life
and make it a good one.
With lots to share
of love we hold…
sorrow we bare…
while growing old.
These memories we build
and share you see…
BUILD that love
for all to see.
They’ll think back;
long after we’re gone,
of the good times we had,
not in sorrow…
but SONG!
Take hold of this thought:
Down Memory Lane -
Share all you can to help
someone else;
Build a Memory Lane.
Copyright^*^*Deborah Register
I’ve had an account with DeviantART for about four years and this has just come to my attention once again about someone thinking it is OK to STEAL ART from ones page and place it on another site without any regard to acknowledge the ownership of the original artist who took the time to create works that are appreciated … let alone ever ASK if it could be placed and SHOWCASED!
This is the site — http://roseric.centerblog.net/rub-fractals-.html — and the artists at Deviantart have verified that some of their own works are there – but have no way to get the attention and credit them with ‘stolen’ goods …. in a language that they do not understand…as I understand what the artists at dA have said.
Read the information here …
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I did not write this
– got in e-mail –
but nothing surprises me!
At the very least
—
it should make you LAUGH!!!
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The Obama Justice Dept. has filed another lawsuit against a state trying to deal with illegal immigration. The state is South Carolina.
Joining Obama in the lawsuit are the following countries: Mexico, Honduras, Uruguay, Argentina, The Dominican Republic, Guatemala, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Costa Rica, Ecuador.
INCREDIBLE. INSTEAD OF APOLOGIZING TO SC FOR NOT ENFORCING THE IMMIGRATION LAWS, OBAMA IS SIDING WITH FOREIGN COUNTRIES AGAINST CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES.
WHAT COUNTRY DOES THIS IDIOT THINK HE’S THE PRESIDENT OF?
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Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques, four my revue,
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long.
And eye can put the error rite
it’s rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased two no.
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.
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This came in an e-mail – hope it makes you smile!
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John Smith started the day early having set his alarmclock
(MADE IN JAPAN )
for 6 am ..
While his coffeepot
(MADE IN CHINA)
was perking, he shaved with his
electric razor
(MADE IN HONG KONG)
He put on a
dress shirt
(MADE IN SRI LANKA),
designer jeans
(MADE IN SINGAPORE)
and
tennis shoes
(MADE IN KOREA)
After cooking his breakfast in his new
electric skillet
(MADE IN INDIA)
he sat down with his
calculator
(MADE IN MEXICO)
to see how much he could spend today. After setting his
watch
(MADE IN TAIWAN )
to the radio
(MADE IN INDIA )
he got in his car
(MADE IN GERMANY )
filled it with GAS
(from Saudi Arabia )
and continued his search
for a good paying AMERICAN JOB.
At the end of yet another discouraging
and fruitless day
checking his
Computer
(made in MALAYSIA ),
John decided to relax for a while.
He put on his sandals
(MADE IN BRAZIL ),
poured himself a glass of
wine
(MADE IN FRANCE )
and turned on his
TV
(MADE IN INDONESIA ),
and then wondered why he can’t
find a good paying job
in AMERICA
AND NOW HE’S HOPING HE CAN GET HELP FROM A PRESIDENT
MADE IN KENYA
You gotta keep this one circulating!
BUY AMERICAN DAMMIT!!!!!!!
Video: In Discovery’s ‘Call of the Wildman,’ Turtleman tries to catch an angry raccoon inside an old junk car. When the net fails, he resorts to the hands-on approach.
Via Animal Planet MORE here …
A six year old goes to the hospital with her grandmother to visit her
Grandpa.
When they get to the hospital, she runs ahead of her Grandma and bursts
into her Grandpa’s room …”Grandpa, Grandpa,” she says excitedly, “As
soon as Grandma comes into the room, make a noise like a frog!”
“What?” said her Grandpa.
“Make a noise like a frog – because Grandma said that as soon as you
croak, we’re all going to Disneyland !!!
More amazing Stories found here at ABC NEWS
Verizon _
I’ve had this Samsung CHARGE phone and replaced it 3x’s and it is still doing some of the same things! It does not sync the contacts w/o a tech in store putting another account on the phone that I do not use ‘daily’ it is used as a backup…NOT loaded with contacts! The phone …if I want to go to (back) HOME – the TASK Manager will show up. The phone … sometimes will NOT let ne sign-in to twitter or FB … with my passwords and another ‘sales person’ saw that because they let me use their instore computer to show the password that they had entered! The phone …does not always recognize that there is a CARD in the slot. CARD must be loaded before it can operate! … There is one there! The phone … camera … takes and makes me blue – or even red(the red one I deleted in error) .. but if it were a once in a life time shot — to have it BLUE!!?? AND it takes pictures and turnes them UpSideDown … ^*^ … takes the picture completely NOT the direction in which it was taken. ((latest was yesterday when taking pics of papers for my Mothers Doctors Schecules … and they appeared every which way BUT they way they were taken!)) I’ve messaged (from the phone) the problems to four (4) of the people who I’ve dealth with and only one responded within time….the one who I bought the phone from – took two weeks to respond and still did nothing – and the only reason they responded is because someone else I talked with about the phone-(who thought I was crazy) told them! Enough is Enough…..I’m tired of Verizon ((or anyone representing VERIZON))NOT stepping up to the plate and doing something to keep ME as a customer! As one of the sales people said — the problem was not with Verizon – but Samsung because it is a Samsung phone – HE said that it was not his or Verizons problem – YET Verison and this or any Vereison SalesPerson will sell this phone that which I might POINT OUT in the event you and the others do not know — HAS the Verizon name on ALL the phones …. so YES it IS a Verizon Problem! Getting back to the messaging … I had asked them also to give the the contact names for someone ‘highger’ above their heads….YET to hear any names. Like the Store Manager – District Manager – Regional Manager and my next stop is to the Divional Manager! If that does not work … I would find a way to get SOMEONE to listen! … jusT because someone else might not be having the same problem with this Samsung … I AM! and for the sales people to tell mne they knew that SamSung (and Verizon knew) had a glitch with their SmartPhones is a problem that all of the peole who are with Verizon should know about…Samsungs ‘regular’ phones are said to be OK … and YES I have a Samsung TV …. but I HATE what this CHARGE is doing for me. I need this phone, my parents are 86 & 83 – Dad with Cancer & bad heart .. Mom OK .. but I HAVE CANCER — my brothers are dead … an d all of my Mom & Dad’s family are Out of Town ….THAT is why the PHONE and all it can do is so important to me. I wish I had gone to the APPLE store and Bought an iPHONE! AND said to H–# WITH ANY CONTRACT!
Now what can you do? And yes this will be posted!
Whether this is acurate or not – whether she wrote it or not – the news HAS previously reported about some of these things … so read and do not throw stones at me – I’m only passisng along what I read and know ‘some of’ like I know about seeing the hotel receipt for the lobster for two…. so take it as you will ….
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Dear American Taxpayer
I want to thank the hard working American people for paying $242 thousand dollars for my vacation in Spain ..
My daughter Sasha, several long-time family friends, my personal staff and various guests had a wonderful time. Honestly, you just haven’t lived until you have stayed in a $2,500..00 per night private 3-story villa at a 5-Star luxury hotel.
Thank you also for the u se of Air Force Two and the 70 Secret Service personnel who tagged along to be sure we were safe and cared for at all times. By the way, if you happen to be visiting the Costa del Sol, I highly recommend the Buenaventura Plaza restaurant in Marbella ; great lobster with rice and oysters!
Air Force Two (which costs $11,351 per hour to operate according to Government Accounting Office reports) only used 47,500 gallons of jet fuel for this trip and carbon emissions were a mere 1,031 tons of CO2. These are only rough estimates, but they are close. That’s quite a carbon footprint as my good friend Al Gore would say, so we must ask the American citizens to drive smaller, more fuel efficient cars and drive less too, so we can lessen our combined carbon footprint.
I know times are hard and millions of you are struggling to put food on the table and trying to make ends meet. So I do appreciate your sacrifices and do hope you find work soon.
I was really exhausted after Barack took our family on a luxury vacation in Maine a few weeks ago. I just had to get away for a few days.
Cordially,
P.S. Thank you as well for the $2 BILLION dollar trip to India !
P.S. Thank you, too, for that vacation trip to Martha’s Vineyard ; it was fabulous. And thanks for that second smaller jet that took our dog Bo to Martha’s Vineyard so we and the children could have him with us while we were away from the White House for eleven days. Muslims can’t fly on the same plane with their dog.
P.SSS. Oh, I almost forgot to thank you all for our “date weekend” in New York and to say thanks also for our two-week trip to Hawaii at Christmas. That 7,000 square foot house was great!
And finally, thanks for asking, we had a great time taking Air Force One to Chicago to tape our segment with Oprah a couple weeks ago, replete with full security, a separate plane for armored limousines and a full contingent of assistants.
Remember we all have to share the pain of these economic times equally! Love to -redistribute- share- the wealth.
STAND UP, SPEAK UP. NEVER SURRENDER!!!!
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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving – give THANKS to those you love now – forever and always…remember those in stress – and never forget the life of ones we’ve loved and lost … Thankful that they have – did – in one way or another touch our lives to make them richer for our blessing today.
This is a wish card for you………..
A Thanksgiving masterpiece by Jacquie Lawson [link]
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This has got to be among the best quotes of all time.
I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I’m too old to track down terrorists. You can’t be older than 42 to join the military. They’ve got the whole thing ass-backwards.
Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn’t be able to join a military unit until you’re at least 35.
For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven’t lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. ‘My back hurts! I can’t sleep, I’m tired and hungry.’ We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for awhile..
An 18-year-old doesn’t even liketo get up before 10am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I’m tired and can’t sleep and since I’m already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.
If captured we couldn’t spill the beans because we’d forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would be easier for old guys.. We’re used to getting screamed and yelled at and we’re used to soft food. We’ve also developed an appreciation for guns. We’ve been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course however… I’ve been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training. Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too… I’ve never seen anyone outrun a bullet.
An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He’s still learning to shave, to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn’t figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head. These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm’s way.
Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already behind them.
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 ground elevation of
2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude
and 100 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 an Obama-Democrat.”
“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?”
“Well,” said the man, “you don’t know where you are — or where you are going. You’ve risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise 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.”
P R I C E L E S S !!
Peter and Becky of Australia have mastered the art of Tree Shaping.
Pooktre, as they have called it, has perfected a Gradual shaping method, which is the shaping of trees as they grow along predetermined designs.
Designing and setting up the supporting famework are fundamental to
the success of a tree. Some are intended for harvest to be high quality indoor furniture and others will remain living art.
* Worth the Read *
DO NOT DELETE
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***As you can tell I received this this am in an e-mail and I
must admit I’ve never seen or read it,,,so instead of forwarding
it to my contacts – I’m posting for all who can to read & see
and hopefully they will forward it to.
BELOW is what I received.***
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This has been around before; but, it’s so touching I just had to send it around again. Anne
Subject: DO NOT DELETE, RETURN IF YOU CAN’T FORWARD!!!!
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This is a true story and it will give you the chills.
This is a beautiful and touching story of love and perseverance. Well
worth the read.
At the prodding of my friends I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor and I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines, Iowa .
I have always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons – something I have done for over 30 years.
During those years I found that children have many levels of musicalability, and even though I have never had the pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented students.
However, I have also had my share of what I call ‘musically challenged’
pupils – one such pupil being Robby.
Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother’s dream to hear him play the piano, so I took him as a student.
Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought itwas a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary piano pieces that I require all my students
to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him.
At the end of each weekly lesson he would always say ‘My mom’s going to hear me play someday’. But to me, it seemed hopeless, he just did not have any inborn ability.
I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but never dropped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming for his
lessons. I thought about calling him, but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had decided to pursue something else. I was also glad that he had stopped coming – he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the students’ homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify.
He told me that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to his piano lessons, but that he had been practicing. ‘Please Miss Honor, I’ve just got to play’ he insisted. I don’t know what led me to allow him to play in the recital – perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of me saying that it would be all right.
The night of the recital came and the high school gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and friends. I put Robby last in the program, just before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my ‘curtain closer’.
Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beaterthrough it. ‘Why wasn’t he dressed up like the other students?’ I thought. ‘Why didn’t his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?’
Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen to play Mozart’s Concerto No. 21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo, from allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!
Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo, and everyone was on their feet in wild applause! Overcome and in tears, I ran up onstage and put my arms around Robby in joy. ‘I have never heard you playlike that Robby, how did you do it?
‘ Through the microphone Robbyexplained: ‘Well, Miss Honor …. remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And well …… she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me play, and I wanted to make it special.’
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself then how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I have never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy ……. of Robby. He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and maybe
even taking a chance on someone and you didn’t know why.
Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P.Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.
And now, a footnote to the story. If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably wondering which people on your address list aren’t the ‘appropriate’ ones to receive this type of message. The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference!
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice. Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit colder in the process?
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*** I hope you enjoyed the read and got something from it! ***
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THE LEMON LADY!!!
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Sally Mullihan of Coral Springs, Florida
decided to take one of the jobs that
most Americans are not willing to do.
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The woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon grove
Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.
Dear Sir:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.
By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.
You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, but when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.
From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.
My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.
Be aware that it is an OFFENSE under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.
Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete.
I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.
Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.
In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.
I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service.
As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:
IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALLING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
# 3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4 To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required.
Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.
While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?
Your Humble Client
And remember: Don’t make old People mad. We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.
Work of art singing bird pistols – Very Rare
This is a short video on a pair of 200+ year-old mechanical singing bird pistols; whether or not you are an antique gun aficionado, you’ll be glad you took a moment to watch. They are like great paintings. .. .. only on a much grander scale.
A little pair of trinkets from times gone bye.
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A mature (over 50) lady gets pulled over for speeding..
Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer: Ma’am, you were speeding.
Older Woman: Oh, I see.
Officer: Can I see your license please?
Older Woman: I’d give it to you but I don’t have one.
Officer: Don’t have one?
Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.
Officer: I see..Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.
Older Woman: I can’t do that.
Officer: Why not?
Older Woman: I stole this car.
Officer: Stole it?
Older Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.
Officer: You what?
Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see
The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2: Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle please!The woman steps out of her vehicle.
Older woman: Is there a problem sir?
Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.
Older Woman: Murdered the owner?
Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.
The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Officer 2: Is this your car, ma’am?
Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.
The officer is quite stunned.
Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.
The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.
Officer 2: Thank you ma’am, one of my officers told me you didn’t have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.
Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.
Don’t Mess With Mature Ladies
If you want to brighten someone’s day, pass this on to someone you know who likes a chuckle.
I just did!
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Those of You Born At the end of this Email is a quote of the month by Jay Leno.. If you don’t read anything else, Please Read what he Said. TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE First, we survived being born to mothers They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, As infants & children, Riding in the back of a pick-up truck on a warm day We drank water We shared one soft drink with four friends, We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. Because we were We would leave home in the morning and play all day, No one was able We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s and X-boxes. We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law These generations have produced some of the best The past 50 years If YOU are one of them? You might want to share this with others While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know Kind of makes you want to run through the house The quote of the For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us.. ..go ahead and delete this. For the rest of God determines who walks into your life….it’s up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go. I need this back. If you’ll do this for me, I’ll do it for you. When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the person who sent you this. Father,
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Ok this may be MY problem – within WordPress – or my E-Mail account with Comcast …
Or a major problem with WordPress.
So here is the problem. Getting notices that ‘you’ whom I’m following have posted something new
or that someone has ‘Liked’ or ‘commented’ on my post (wow .. that would be nice – few &
far between) … off subject – back to the problem …. and I’m getting nothing but a black
page of grey!
So is it a ME problem or a WordPress problem? The only way to know if it is a WP problem
is to find out if any of you are having the same … oh I suppose you would like to see what I’m
talking about … ‘right’ .. I’ll get it now…
Now I know you will have to link on the picture to see it … but hopefully you’ll get my drift!
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