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Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-01-2001, 08:28 AM:
 
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Hello, my name is Basmati Kasaar. I am suffering from rare and deadly diseases, poor scores on final exams, extreme virginity, fear of being kidnapped and executed by anal electrocution, and guilt for not forwarding fifty billion fucking chain letters
sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, then that poor fucking six-year-old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents sell her off to the
traveling freak show.

Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you and everyone you send his email to $1000? How stupid are you?

Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get laid by every Playboy Bunny in the magazine! What a bunch of fucking bullshit. So basically, this message is a big "FUCK YOU!" to all the people out there who have nothing better
to do than to send me stupid chain mail forwards.

If you re going to forward something, at least send me something mildly fucking amusing. Send this to fifty of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient being forwards
about ninety times. I don t fucking care. Show a little intelligence and think about what you re actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances are it s your own unpopularity.

THE THREE BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS:

Chain Letter Type 1

Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has noarms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boy s lifecould be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goat less Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Oh, and remember, we have absolutely no way of counting the e-mails sent and this is all a complete load of bullshit. So go on, reach
out. Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds. Oh, and a reminder, if you don t send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly. Thanks again!!

Chain Letter Type 2

Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897. This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as many sad pricks with nothing better to do. So this is how it works...pass his on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you!!! I Promise!

Chain Letter Type 3

As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to all your "so called " friends.

FRIENDS:

A friend is someone who likes you even though you stink of shit, and your breath smells like you've been eating cat food.

A friend is someone who likes you even though you re as ugly as a hat full of assholes.

A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry about your sad, sad life.

A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really think you should be raped by mad gorillas, then thrown to vicious dogs.

A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet, vacuums and then gets the check and leaves and doesn't speak much English...no, sorry that s the cleaning lady.

A friend is not someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his wish of being rich to come true.

Now pass this on! If you don't, you'll never have sex ever again!

The point being? If you get some chain letter that s threatening to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it. If it s funny, send it on. Don t piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with no teeth,
who's been tied to a dead elephant for 27 years, whose only savior is the 5 cents per letter he'll receive if you forward this mail, otherwise you'll end up like Miranda. Right?

Now forward this to everyone that you know otherwise you'll find all your undies missing tomorrow morning.  -
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-08-2001, 08:24 AM:
 
A True Story worth reading
 

At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this  story.

My name is Mildred Hondorf.  I am a former elementary school music teacher from DeMoines, Iowa. I've always supplimented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. 

Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability.  I've never had the pleasure of having a protege though I have taught some talented students. 

However I've also had my share of what I call "musicically  challenged" pupils.  One
such student was 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 with his piano  lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor.  As much as Robby tried, he  lacked the sense of tone and basic rythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary 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'd  always say, "My mom's going to hear me play some day." But 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 stopped in. Then one day Robby stopped coming  to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assume because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else.

I also was glad that he stopped coming.  He was a bad advertisement for my  teaching! Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. 

To my surprise Robby (who received a  flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano  lessons but he was still practicing "Miss Hondorf...I've just got to play!" he insisted.

I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital.  Maybe it was his persistance or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would  be all right.

The night for the recital came.  The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives.  I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing  piece. 

I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the  program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my quot;curtain closer

Well the recital went off without a hitch.  The students had been practicing and it showed.  Then Robby came up on stage.  His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an egg-beater through it. "Why didn't he dress 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 he began.  I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's  Concerto #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 people 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 on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby!  How'd you do it?  

Through the microphone Robby explained:  "Well Miss Hondorf...remember I told  you my mom was sick?  Well actually she had cancer and passed away this  morning.  And well....she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. 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 and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. 

No, I've never had a progege but that night I became a protege...of Robby's. 

He was the  teacher and I was the pupil.  For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a  chance in someone and you don't know why.  This is especially meaningful to me since after serving in Desert Storm, Robby was  killed in the senseless bombing of the  Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995, where he was reportedly....playing the piano. And now, a footnote to the story.  If you are thinking about forwarding this  message,you are probably thinking about 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. We all have thousands of opportunities a day to help realize God's plan. So  many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world  a bit colder in the process?  You have two choices now:
1. Delete this.
2. Forward it to the people you care about.
You know the choice I made. Thank you for reading this....


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-11-2001, 10:42 PM:
 
Rated G Helpful Information

I thought this was some good info that anyone of us could possibly need
(hopefully not).  This piece of information was sent to me by a friend.

This was sent out by a corporate attorney to the employees in his company. I pass it along because it has some really good advice.

WHAT TO DO IF YOU LOSE YOUR PURSE OR WALLET

We've all heard horror stories about fraud that's committed using your name, address, SS#, credit, etc.  Unfortunately I (the author of thispiece who happens to be an attorney) have first hand knowledge,because my wallet was stolen last month and within a week the thieve(s) ordered an expensive monthly cell phone package, applied for a VISA credit card, had a credit line approved to buy a Gateway computer, received a PIN number from DMV to change my driving record information online, and more.

But here's some critical information to limit the damage in case this happens
to you or someone you know.  As everyone always advises, cancel your credit
cards immediately, but the key is having the toll free numbers and your card
numbers handy so you know whom to call.  Keep those where you can find
them easily.  File a police report immediately in the jurisdiction where it
was stolen, this proves to credit providers you were diligent, and is a first step toward an investigation (if there ever is one).

But here's what is perhaps most important: (I never ever thought to do this) Call the three national credit reporting organizations immediately to place a fraud alert on your name and SS#.  I had never heard of doing that until advised by a bank that called to tell me an application for credit was made over the Internet in my name. The alert means any company that checks your credit knows your information was stolen and they have to contact you by phone to authorize new credit.

By the time I was advised to do this, almost 2 weeks after the theft, all the damage had been done.

There are records of all the credit checks initiated by the thieves' purchases, none of which I knew about before placing the alert.  Since then, no additional damage has been done, and the thieves threw my wallet away this weekend (someone turned it in).  It seems to have stopped them in their tracks.

The numbers are:
Equifax:  1-800-525-6285
Experian (formerly TRW):  1-888-397-3742
Trans Union:  1-800-680-7289
Social Security Administration (fraud line):  1-800-269-0271

We pass along jokes.  We pass along just about everything.  Do think abou passing this information along.  It could help someone.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-21-2001, 10:29 AM:
 
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Read Slowly and Think Long on Each Sentence


Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.

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Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.


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If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?

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Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.

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You can only go as far as you push.


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Actions speak louder than words.

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The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.

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Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff!


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Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.


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A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE

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Some people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it.


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BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.


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When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.

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TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS. Friends are FOREVER.


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Good friends are like stars....You don't alway see them, but you know they are always there.

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Don't frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.


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What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?


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Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.


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Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

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Most people walk in and out of you life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart.


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Send this on to everyone special in your life, even the people who really make you mad sometimes and to the people whose lives you want to be in!!!


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And send it back to the person who sent it too you if they mean something to you!!


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Remember, every minute spent angry is sixt seconds of happiness wasted.


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A smile a day keeps the frowns away.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-23-2001, 01:30 PM:
 
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Thought I'd pass this one on to all of you, makes you stop and think. I have seen it before but, seems it should make the rounds again.


A minister passing through his church
in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.

His shirt was kind of shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
a lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
What are you doing here?"

The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
for finding strength and power.

I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
this is kind of what I say:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY.
SO, JESUS,
THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY."

The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
to come and pray just anytime.

Time to go, Jim smiled, said
"Thanks." He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted,
warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed,
in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS,
THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
but he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,
brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,
he voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up
and with a winsome smile:
"The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
that in here all the while,
every day at noon He's here,
dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
leans over and says to me:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.

ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM,
"THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY."


Many people will walk in and of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-27-2001, 10:20 AM:
 
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Shake It Off

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.

The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway,
It just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.

They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.

Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well and
was astonished at what he saw.

With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing
something amazing.

He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.

The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a
step up.

Each of our troubles is a stepping stone.

We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up!

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.

3. Live simply.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less..

Someone sent this to me to think over so I am
forwarding it to you to do the same.
Enjoy Your Week
SHAKE IT OFF
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-04-2001, 11:24 AM:
 


Subject: New Job Training

Memo to all employees:

In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T.).

We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T. than anyone else.

If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T. in the course, please see your supervisor.

You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our supervisors are especially skilled at seeing you get all the S. H. I.T. you can handle.

Employees who don't take their S. H. I. T. will be placed in DEPARTMENT EMPLOYEE EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T.).

All Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T. seriously will have to go to EMPLOYEE ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T. S.H.I.T.).

Since our supervisors took S.H.I.T. before they were promoted, they don't have to do S.H.I.T. anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T. already.

If you are full of S.H.I.T., you may be interested in a job teaching others. We can add your name to our BASIC UNDERSTANDING LIST of LEADERS (B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T.).

For employees who are intending to pursue a career in management and consulting, we will refer you to the department of MANAGERIAL OPERATIONAL RESEARCH EDUCATION (M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T.).

This course emphasizes how to manage M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T. If you have further questions, please direct them to our HEAD OF TEACHING, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (H.O.T. S.H.I.T.).

Thank you,
BOSS IN GENERAL, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (B.I.G. S.H.I.T.)

P.S. Now send this S.H.I.T. to 5 people who need S.H.I.T. in their life, just not the same person who sent you this S.H.I.T. They have already had their fill of S.H.I.T. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,
The Director Under the Main Bureau of Super High Intensity Training.
(The D.U.M.B. S.H.I.T.).
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-04-2001, 01:35 PM:
 
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A group of Geography students studied the Seven Wonders of the World. At the end of that section, the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World.

Though there was some disagreement, the following got the most votes:
1. Egypt's Great Pyramids,
2. Taj Mahal,
3. Grand Canyon,
4. Panama Canal,
5. Empire State Building,
6. St. Peter's Basilica,
7. China's Great Wall.
While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet girl, hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The quiet girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help." The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are
"1. to touch
2. to taste,
3. to see
4. to hear."
She hesitated a little, "and then
5. to run
6. to laugh
7. and to love."

It is far too easy for us to look at the exploits of man and refer to them as "wonders" while we overlook all God has done, regarding them as merely "ordinary."
May you be reminded today of those things which are truly wondrous.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-04-2001, 07:05 PM:
 
BAG OF POTATOES

One of my teachers had each one of us bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes.  For every person we'd refuse to forgive in our life, we were told to choose a potato, write on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag.  Some of our bags, as you can imagine, were quite heavy.

We were then told to carry this bag with us everywhere for one week, putting it beside our bed at night, on the car seat when driving, next to our desk at work.

The hassle of lugging this around with us made it clear what a weight we were carrying spiritually, and how we had to pay attention to it all the time to not forget, and keep leaving it in embarrassing places.

Naturally, the condition of the potatoes deteriorated to a nasty slime. This was a great metaphor for the price we pay for keeping our pain and heavy negativity!

Too often we think of forgiveness as a gift to the other person, and while that's true, it clearly is also a gift for ourselves!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-06-2001, 07:17 AM:
 
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AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH

May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

OK, this is what you have to do....
Send this to ALL of your friends!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-07-2001, 11:17 AM:
 
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

IF YOU RECEIVE A GIFT IN THE SHAPE OF A LARGE WOODEN HORSE DO NOT DOWNLOAD IT!!!! It is EXTREMELY DESTRUCTIVE and will overwrite your ENTIRE CITY!

The "gift" is disguised as a large wooden horse about two stories tall. It tends to show up outside the city gates and appears to be abandoned.

DO NOT let it through the gates! It contains hardware that is incompatible with Trojan programming, including a crowd of heavily armed Greek warriors that will destroy your army, sack your town, and kill your women and children.

If you have already received such a gift, DO NOT OPEN IT! Take it back out of the city unopened and set fire to it by the beach.

FORWARD THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!

Poseidon

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Hey

I hate to break to you, but this is one of the oldest hoaxes there is. I've seen variants on this warning come through on other listservs, one involving some kind of fruit that was supposed to kill the people who ate it and one having to do with something called the "Midas Touch." Here are a few tipoffs that this is a hoax:

1) This "Forward this message to everyone you know" crap. If it were really meant as a warning about the Greek army, why tell anyone to post it to the Phonecians, Sumerians, and Cretans?

2) Use of exclamation points. Always a giveaway.

3) It's signed "from Poseidon." Granted he's had his problems with Odysseus but he's one of their guys, isn't he? Besides, the lack of a real header with a detailed address makes me suspicious.

4) Technically speaking, there is no way for a horse to overwrite your entire city. A horse is just an animal, after all. Next time you get a message like this, just delete it. I appreciate your concern, but once you've been around the block a couple times you'll realize how annoying this kind of stuff is.

Bye now."
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-11-2001, 07:38 AM:
 
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Ever wondered which cartoon character you are most like? Well, a team of researchers got together and analyzed the personalities of cartoon characters, and put the information gathered intothis quiz. Answer each question with the answer that mostdescribes you, then add up the points that correspond with your answer.

Don't cheat!!!!!!! Then send this to all your friends including the person who sent it to you with your cartoon character in the subject line.

1. What describes your perfect date?
a) Candlelight dinner for two
b) Amusement Park
c) Rollerblading in the park
d) Rock Concert
e) See a movie

2. What is your favorite type of music?
a) Rock and Roll
b) Alternative
c) Soft Rock
d) Classical
e) Popular

3. What is your favorite type of movie?
a) Comedy
b) Horror
c) Musical
d) Romance
e) Documentary

4. Which of the following jobs would you chose if you were given
only these choices?
a) Waiter/Waitress
b) Sports Player
c) Teacher
d) Policeman
e) Bartender

5. Which would you rather do if you had an hour to waste?
a) work out
b) Read
c) Watch TV
d) Listen to the radio
e) Sleep

6. Of the following colors, which do you like the best?
a) yellow
b) white
c) sky blue
d) teal
e) red

7. Which one of the following would you like to eat right now?
a) ice cream
b) pizza
c) sushi
d) pasta
e) salad

8. What is your favorite holiday?
a) Halloween
b) Christmas
c) New Year's
d) Valentine's Day
e) Thanksgiving

9. If you could go to any of the following places, which would
it be?
a) Paris
b) Spain
c) Las Vegas
d) Hawaii
e) Hollywood

10. Of the following, who would you rather spend time with?
a) Someone who is smart
b) Someone with good looks
c) Someone who is a party animal
d) Someone who has fun all the time
e) Someone who is very emotional

Now total up your points and find your character below:

1. a 4 2. a 2 3. a 2 4. a 4 5. a 5
b 2 b 1 b 1 b 5 b 4
c 5 c 4 c 3 c 3 c 2
d 1 d 5 d 4 d 2 d 1
e 3 e 3 e 5 e 1 e 3


6. a 1 7. a 3 8. a 1 9. a 4 10. a 5
b 5 b 2 b 3 b 5 b 2
c 3 c 1 c 2 c 1 c 1
d 2 d 4 d 4 d 2 d 3
e 4 e 5 e 5 e 3 e 4


10-17 points: You are TAZ. You are wild and crazy and you know it. You know how to have fun, but you may take it to extremes. You know what you are doing though, and are much in control of your own life. People don't always see things your way, but thatdoesn't mean that you should do away with your beliefs. Try to remember that your wild spirit can lead to hurting yourself and others.

18-26 points: You are Bugs Bunny You are fun, friendly, and popular. You are a real crowd pleaser. You have probably been out on the town your share of times, yet you come home with the values that your mother taught you. Marriage and children are important to you, but only after you have fun. Don't let the people you please influence you to stray.

27-34 points: You are Tweety You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a best friend that no one takes a chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have your own feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You are witty, and calm most of the time. Just keep clear of backstabbers, and you are worry free.

35-42 points: You are Peppe Le Pew (without the smell) You are a lover. Romance, flowers, and wine are all you need to enjoy yourself. You are serious about all commitments. A family person. You call your Mom every Sunday, and never forget a Birthday. Don't let your passion for romance get confused with the real thing.

43-50 points: You are Speedy Gonzales You are smart, a real thinker. Every situation is approached with a plan. You are very healthy in mind and body. You teach strong family values. Keep your feet planted in them but don't overlook a bad situation when it does happen.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-29-2001, 01:11 PM:
 
Rateg G

Subject: WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES


On Monday we emailed jokes

On Tuesday we did not

On Monday we thought that we were secure

On Tuesday we learned better

On Monday we were talking about heroes as being athletes

On Tuesday we relearned who our heroes are

On Monday we were irritated that our rebate checks had not arrived

On Tuesday we gave money away to people we had never met

On Monday there were people fighting against praying in schools

On Tuesday you would have been hard pressed to find a school where someone
was not praying

On Monday people argued with their kids about picking up their room

On Tuesday the same people could not get home fast enough to hug their kids

On Monday people were upset that they had to wait 6 minutes in a fast food
drive through line

On Tuesday people didn't care about waiting up to 6 hours to give blood for
the dying

On Monday we waved flags signifying our cultural diversity

On Tuesday we waved only the American flag

On Monday there were people trying to separate each other by race, sex,
color and creed

On Tuesday they were all holding hands

On Monday we were men or women, black or white, old or young, rich or poor,
gay or straight, Christian or non-Christian

On Tuesday we were all Americans

On Monday politicians argued about budget surpluses

On Tuesday, grief stricken, they sang 'God Bless America'

On Monday the President was going to Floridato read to children

On Tuesday he returned to Washingtonto protect our children

On Monday we had families

On Tuesday we had orphans

On Monday people went to work and came home as usual

On Tuesday they died

On Monday people were fighting the 10 commandments on government property

On Tuesday the same people all said 'God help us all' while thinking 'Thou
shall not kill'

It is sadly ironic how it takes horrific events to place things into perspective, but it has. The lessons learned this week, the things we have taken for granted, the things that have been forgotten or overlooked, hopefully will never be forgotten again.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-06-2001, 02:17 PM:
 
Rated PG

Dear God:

Why didn't you save the school children at .  .  .
a..  Moses Lake, Washington 2/2/96
b..  Bethel, Alaska 2/19/97
c..  Pearl, Mississippi 10/1/97
d..  West Paducah, Kentucky 12/1/97
e..  Stamps, Arkansas 12/15/97
f..  Jonesboro, Arkansas 3/24/98
g..  Edinboro, Pennsylvania 4/24/98
h..  Fayetteville, Tennessee 5/19/98
i..  Springfield, Oregon 5/21/98
j..  Richmond, Virginia 6/15/98
k..  Littleton, Colorado 4/20/99
l..  Taber, Alberta, Canada 5/28/99
m..  Conyers, Georgia 5/20/99
n..  Deming, New Mexico 11/19/99
o..  Fort Gibson, Oklahoma 12/6/99
p..  Santee, California 3/5/01 and
q..  El Cajon, California 3/22/01?

Sincerely,
Concerned Student

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Dear Concerned Student:
I am not allowed in schools.

Sincerely,
God

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Let's see, I think it started when Madeline Murray O'Hare complained
she didn't want any prayer in our schools.

And we said, OK...

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Then, someone said you better not read the Bible in school, the Bible that says "thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbors yourself,"

And we said, OK...

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Dr.  Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem.  And we said, an expert should know what he's talking about so we won't spank them anymore...

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Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our children when they misbehave.  And the school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be sued.

And we accepted their reasoning...

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Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want, and they won't even have to tell their parents.

And we said, that's a grand idea...

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Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they want, so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to tell their parents they got them at school.

And we said, that's another great idea...

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Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we do in private as long as we do our jobs.  And we said, it doesn't matter what anybody, including the President, does in private as long as we have jobs and the economy is good...

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And someone else took that appreciation a step further and published pictures of nude children and then stepped further still by making them available on the Internet.

And we said, everyone's entitled to free speech...

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And the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies that promote profanity, violence and illicit sex...  And let's record music that encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes...

And we said, it's just entertainment and it has no adverse effect and nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead...

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Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, classmates or even themselves.

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Undoubtedly, if we thought about it long and hard enough, we could figure it out.  I'm sure it has a great deal to do with...

"WE REAP WHAT WE SOW,"
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-06-2001, 05:01 PM:
 
This is a poem that was written by a student
   at Prestonsburg Community College,
   her name is Dana Holland.
  

          The Lady
  
        I wonder what she thought
        As she stood there, strong and tall.
        She couldn't turn away,
        She was forced to watch it all.
        Did she long to offer comfort
        As her country bled?
        With her arm forever frozen
        High above her head.
        She could not shield her eyes
        She could not hide her face
        She just stared across the water
        Keeping Freedom's place.
        The smell of smoke and terror
        Somehow reduced her size
        So small within the harbor
        But still we recognized...
        How dignified and beautiful
        On a day so many died
        I wonder what she thought,
        And I know she must have cried.    
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-10-2001, 11:59 AM:
 
RatedG

Question!

NOW that the President has called us to prayer.....

NOW that Congress has called us to prayer.....

NOW that our Governor has called us to prayer.....

NOW that the city Mayor has called us to prayer.....

NOW that the "liberal" media and most other branches of our American society have called us to prayer.....

AND NOW that our churches are assembling in special prayer....

"Honorable" Justices of the Supreme Court, I have only one question......

Would it be okay to pray in our schools........?? 
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-11-2001, 10:30 AM:
 
A Tear Jerker - Keep the kleenex handy.....

My name is Billy Evans.  I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't.  She is crying. The reason she is so sad is because I'm so sick.  I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I try to breathe. The doctors gave me an artificial body.  It is a burlap bag filled with leaves.  The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance.  I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money.  Mommy doesn't work because she said nobody hires crying people.  I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she
hugged my burlap bag. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic
to burlap and it makes her sneeze and chafes her real bad.  I hope you will help me.  You can help me if you forward this email to everyone you know.  Forward it to people you don't know, too.  Dr. Johansen said that for every person you forward this
email to, Bill Gates will team up with AOL and send a nickel to NASA. With
that funding, NASA will collect prayers from school children all over America and have the astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take up a
collection in church and send all the money to the doctors.  The doctors
could help me get better then.  Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball.
Right now I can only be third base. Every time you forward this letter, the
astronauts can take more prayers to the angels and my dream will be closer
to coming true.  Please help me.  Mommy is so sad, and I want a body.  I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10.  If you don't forward this email, that's okay.  Mommy says you're a mean and heartless bastard who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow, horrible death and then burn forever in hell.  She asks what kind of cruel a person are you that you can't take five freakin' minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame about ignoring a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy?  Please help me.  I try to be happy, but it's hard. I wish I had a kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty.  I wish I could
hold a kitty that wouldn't chew on me and try to bury its turds in the leaves of my burlap body.  I wish that very much. 

Thank You, Billy "Smiles" Evans

P.S.  You can SEND MONEY to the person who sent you this because that person is very trustworthy.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-16-2001, 12:42 PM:
 
Rated G

Dollar Bill

Take out a one dollar bill and look at it. The one dollar bill you're looking at first came off the presses in 1957 in its present design. This so-called paper money is in fact a cotton and linen blend, with red and blue minute silk fibers running through it. It's not paper money at all...it's fabric money.

We've all washed it without it falling apart. A special blend of ink is used, the contents we will never know. It is overprinted with symbols and then it is starched to make it water resistant and pressed to give it that nice crisp look. If you look on the front of the bill, you will see the United States Treasury Seal. On the top you will see the scales for the balance - a balanced budget. In the center you have a carpenter's T-square, a tool used for an even cut. Underneath is the Key to the United States Treasury. That's all pretty easy to figure out, but what is on the back of that dollar bill is something we should all know.

If you turn the bill over, you will see two circles. Both circles, together, comprise the Great Seal of the United States. The First Continental Congress requested that Benjamin Franklin and a group of men come up with a Seal. It took them four years to accomplish this task and another two years to get it approved.

If you look at the left hand circle, you will see a Pyramid. Notice the face is lighted and the western side is dark. This country was just beginning. We had not begun to explore the West or decided what we could do for Western Civilization. The Pyramid is un-capped, again signifying that we were not even close to being finished. Inside the capstone you have the all-seeing eye, and ancient symbol for divinity. It was Franklin's belief that one man couldn't do it alone, but a group of men, with the help of God, could do anything. "IN GOD WE TRUST" is on this currency.

The Latin above the pyramid, ANNUIT COEPTIS, means "God has favored our undertaking." The Latin below the pyramid, NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM, means "a new order has begun." At the base of the pyramid is the Roman Numeral for 1776. If you look at the right hand circle, and check it carefully, you will learn that it is on
every National Cemetery in the United States. It is also on the Parade of Flags Walkway at the Bushnell, Florida National Cemetery and is the centerpiece of most hero's monuments. Slightly modified, it is the seal of the President of the United States and it is always visible whenever he speaks, yet no one knows what the symbols mean. The Bald Eagle was selected as a symbol for victory for two reasons. First, he is not afraid of a storm; he is strong and he is smart enough to soar above it. Secondly, he wears no material crown. We as a nation had just
broken from the King of England. Also, notice the shield is unsupported. This
country can now stand on its own. At the top of that shield you have a white bar signifying congress, a unifying factor. We were coming together as one nation. In the Eagle's beak you will read, "E PLURIBUS UNUM", meaning "from many (people) one (nation)." Above the Eagle you have thirteen stars representing the thirteen
original colonies, "exploding" to roll away any clouds of misunderstanding and
doubt. Again, we were coming together as one. Notice what the Eagle holds in
his talons. He holds an olive branch and arrows. This country wants peace, but
we will never be afraid to fight to preserve peace. The Eagle always wants to face the olive branch, but in time of war, his gaze turns toward the arrows. They say that the number 13 is an unlucky number. This is almost a worldwide belief. You will usually never see a room numbered 13, or any hotels or motels with a 13th floor. But think about this: 13 original colonies, 13 signers of the Declaration of Independence, 13 stripes on our flag, 13 steps on the Pyramid, 13 letters in the Latin phrases "Annuit Coeptis" and "E Pluribus Unum", 13 stars above the Eagle, 13 bars on that shield, 13 leaves on the olive branch, 13 fruits, and if you look closely, 13 arrows (and later, for minorities: the 13th Amendment). Why didn't we know this? You probably don't know it. Your children don't know it because no one ever felt it important enough to tell us about it. The schools no longer teach American History with an emphasis on what it took to found this country and gain our freedom from the English crown; on the moral underpinnings, courage, and conviction of our Founding Fathers. It used to be "United we stand, divided we fall." Now, everything is about "celebrating our differences", "moral relativism" and moral equivalency", that no one set of beliefs are better than another. Group rights divide and "Balkanize" people against one another to give one group "an advantage" over the other. They teach that our country is no longer a "melting pot" where people should assimilate into one (E Pluribus Unum), rather it is a "salad bowl" where all the pieces are separate and distinct (but if you don't like cucumbers, tomatoes, or Romaine lettuce you can easily pick them off your plate). The real story of the strong religious convictions and values of our founders, and what it meant to them to risk their lives and property to follow those beliefs, has been diminished, distorted, covered over, and regrettably, dismissed as "non-inclusive". Too many veterans have given up too much to ever let that meaning fade. Many veterans remember coming home to an America that doesn't care. Too many veterans never came home at all. Tell your kids and grand-kids what a dollar bill really stands for. Because if you don't, nobody else will.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-16-2001, 12:54 PM:
 
Rated G

THIS SAYS IT ALL!!!!!

Broken Arrow, Oklahoma School officials remove "God Bless America" signs from schools in fear that someone might be offended.

Channel 12 News in Long Island, New York, orders flags removed from the newsroom and red, white, and blue ribbons removed from the lapels of reporters.

Why?

Management did not want to appear biased and felt that our nations flag might give the appearance that "they lean one way or another".

Berkeley, California bans U.S. Flags from being displayed on city fire trucks because they didn't want to offend anyone in the community.

In an "act of tolerance" the head of the public library at Florida Gulf Coast University ordered all "Proud to be an American" signs removed so as to not offend international students.

I, for one, am quite disturbed by these actions of so-called American citizens; and I am tired of this nation worrying about whether or not we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on September 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled in New York and Washington D.C. when the "politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. In fact, our country's population is almost entirely comprised of descendants of immigrants; however, there are a few things that
those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some native Americans, need to understand.

First of all, it is not our responsibility to continually try not to offend you in any way. This idea of America being a multi-cultural community has served only to dilute our
sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language,and our own lifestyle. This culture, called the "American Way" has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.


Our forefathers fought, bled, and died at places such as BunkerHill, Antietam, San Juan, Iwo Jima, Normandy, Korea, Vietnam,

We speak English, not Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society - learn our language! "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some off-the-wall, Christian, Right Wing, political slogan - it is our national motto. It is engraved in stone in the House of Representatives in our Capitol and it is printedon our currency. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation; and this is clearly documented throughout our history. If it is
appropriate for our motto to be inscribed in the halls of our highest level of Government, then it is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools.

God is in our pledge, our National Anthem, nearly every patriotic song, and in our founding documents. We honor His birth, death, and resurrection as holidays, and we turn to Him in prayer in times of crisis. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture and we are proud to have Him.

We are proud of our heritage and those who have so honorably defended our freedoms. We celebrate Independence Day, Memorial Day, Veterans Day, and Flag Day. We have parades, picnics, and barbecues where we proudly wave our flag. As
an American, I have the right to wave my flag, sing my national anthem, quote my national motto, and cite my pledge wheneverand wherever I choose. If the Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet.

The American culture is our way of life, our heritage, and we are proud of it. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. We are Americans, like it or not, this is our country, our land, and our lifestyle.

Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion about our government, culture, or society, and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, ourpledge, our national motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, the right to leave.
 


Posted by Paul G. Thompson (Member # 655) on 10-21-2001, 12:37 AM:
 
Was orginally a chain letter about the circle of friends. Rated "G".
Personally, I found it very touching.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business degree on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.

"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. "There is no beginning or end..Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-24-2001, 10:13 PM:
 
Rated G

Subject: FW: Fwd: Number 11

I don't know who David is, but his response is hilarious!!!

Ya know ... some people look for things like this ... and it amazes me. At first I rolled my eyes ... then I read Dave's response and I couldn't have said it
better if I had all day to do it. I had to pass thisalong.

ORIGINAL LETTER:

The date of the attack: 9/11 - 9 + 1 + 1 = 11
September 11th is the 254th day of the year: 2 + 5 + 4 = 11
After September 11th there are 111 days left to the end of the year
119 is the area code to Iraq/Iran. 1 + 1 + 9 = 11
Twin Towers - standing side by side, looks like the number 11
The first plane to hit the towers was Flight 11

I Have More...

State of New York - The 11th State added to the Union
New York City - 11 Letters
Afghanistan - 11 Letters
The Pentagon - 11 Letters
Ramzi Yousef - 11 Letters (convicted or orchestrating the attack on the WTC in 1993)
Flight 11 - 92 on board - 9 + 2 = 11
Flight 77 - 65 on board - 6 + 5 = 11


DAVE'S RESPONSE:

Oh my God! How worried should I be? There are 11 letters in the name
"David Pawson!" I'm going into hiding NOW. See you in a few weeks.

Wait a sec... just realized "YOU CAN'T HIDE" also has 11 letters! What am I gonna do? Help me!!! The terrorists are after me! ME! I can't believe it!

Oh crap, there must be someplace on the planet Earth I could hide! But no..."PLANET EARTH" has 11 letters, too!

Maybe Nostradamus can help me. But dare I trust him?
There are 11 letters in "NOSTRADAMUS."

I know, the Red Cross can help. NO, they can't... 11 letters in "THE RED CROSS," can't trust them.

I would rely on self defense, but "SELF DEFENSE" has 11 letters in it, too!

Can someone help? Anyone? If so, send me email. No, don't... "SEND ME EMAIL" has 11 letters...

Will this never end? I'm going insane! "GOING INSANE???" Eleven letters!!

Nooooooooooo!!!!!! I guess I'll die alone, even though "I'LL DIE ALONE" has 11 letters...

Oh my God, I just realized that America is doomed! Our Independence Day
is July 4th ... 7/4 ... 7+4=11!

Dave


PS. "IT'S BULLSHIT" has 11 letters also.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-08-2001, 11:16 AM:
 
I just received this chain letter and wanted to share with you all.

Rated G
DEAR RECEIVER,

You have just received a Taliban virus. Since we are not so technologically advanced in Afghanistan, this is a MANUAL virus.

Please delete all the files on your hard disk yourself and send this mail to everyone you know.

Thank you very much for helping me.
Abdullah
Taliban hacker
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-26-2001, 10:39 AM:
 
Rated G For all to read

Subject: A Christmas Poem


WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

A Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan wrote this poem.The following is his request. I think it is reasonable...PLEASE. Would you do me the favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-26-2001, 10:54 AM:
 
Rated G Ah! Memories

REMEMBER WHEN:

Mom was at home when the kids got home from school.

When nobody owned a purebred dog.

When a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter, a huge bonus.

When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.

When all of your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done and wore high heels.

When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time. And, you didn't pay for air. And, you got trading stamps to boot.

When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.

When the worst thing you could do at school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test or chew gum.

When a '57 Chevy was everyone's dream car ... to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady and girls wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped yarn so it would fit her finger.And no one ever asked where the car keys were 'cause they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked. And you got in big trouble if you accidentally locked the doors at home, since no one ever had a key.

Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like a ... "

Remember jumping waves at the ocean for hours in that cold water. And playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game. Back then, baseball was not a psychological group learning experience--it was a game.

Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals 'cause no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger.

And with all our progress ... don't you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace ... and share it with the children of today...

Remember when being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.

Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.... Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we all survived because their love was greater than the threat.

Go back with me for a minute....
Before the Internet or the MAC
Before semi automatics and crack
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo...Way back ....

I'm talkin' bout hide and go seek at dusk.
Red light, Green light.
Kick the can.
Playing kickball & dodge ball until your porch light came on.
Mother May I?
Red Rover
Hula Hoops
Roller skating to music
Running through the sprinkler Wait ....

Catchin' lightning bugs in a jar
Christmas morning ....
Your first day of school
Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses
Climbing trees
Getting an Ice Cream off the Ice Cream Truck
A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers
Jumpin' on the bed.
Pillow fights
Runnin' till you were out of breath
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt
Being tired from playin'....
Your first crush ....Remember that? I'm not finished yet....

Kool-aid was the drink of summer
Toting your friends on your handle bars
Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school
Class Field Trips When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there.
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!
There's nothing like the good old days.
They were good then, and they're good now when we think about them.

Share some of these thoughts with a friend who can relate, then share it
with someone that missed out on them. I want to go back to the time when............

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do it over!"
"Race issue"; meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly"
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
Being old, referred to anyone over 20.
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.
Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
Water bal! loons were the ultimate weapon.
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!!

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up" life.
I DOUBLE DOG DARE YA!!!!!!!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-27-2001, 02:39 PM:
 
Rated G For all to Read

~ Afghanistan Christmas Carol ~

Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the Land,
They're running like rabbits
in Afghanistan,

Osama's been praying,
he's down on his Knees,
He's hoping that Allah
will hear all his Pleas.

He thought if he killed us
that we'd fall and Shatter,
But all that he's done
is just make us Madder.

We ain't yet forgotten
our Marines in Beirut,
And we'll kick your butt,
with one heavy Boot.

And yes we remember
the USS Cole,
And the lives of our sailors
that you bastards Stole.

You think you can rule us
and cause us to Fear,
You'll soon get the answer
if you live to Hear.

And we ain't forgotten
your buddy Saddam,
And he ain't forgotten
the sound of our Bombs.

You think that those mountains
are somewhere to Hide.
They'll go down in history
as the place where you Died.

Remember Khadhafi
and his Line of Death?
He came very close,
to his final Breath.

So come out and prove it,
that you are a Man,
Cause our boys are coming
and they have a Plan.

They are our fathers
and they are our Sons,
And they sure do carry
some mighty big Guns.

They would have stayed
home with children and Wives,
Till you bastards came here
and took all these Lives.

Osama I wrote this
especially for You,
For air mail delivery
by B-52.

You soon will be hearing
a thud and a whistle,
Old Glory is coming,
attached to a Missle.

I will not be sorry
to see your ass Go.
It's Red, White, and Blue
that is running this Show
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-28-2001, 02:26 PM:
 
Rated G

A Real Man's Letter

This chain letter was started in hopes of bringing relief to other tired and discouraged men. Unlike most chain letters, this one does not cost anything.

Just send a copy of this letter to five of your friends who are equally tired and discontented.

Then bundle up your wife and/or girlfriend and send her to the man whose name appears at the top of the following list, and add your name to the bottom of the list.

When your turn comes, you will receive 15,625 women.

One of them is bound to be better than the one you already have.

At the writing of this letter, a friend of mine had already received 184 women, of whom 4 were worth keeping.

REMEMBER this chain brings luck.

One man's pit bull died, and the next day he received a Playboy swimsuit model.

An unmarried Jewish man living with his widowed mother was able to choose between a Hooters waitress and a Hollywood super model.

You can be lucky too, but DO NOT BREAK THE CHAIN!

One man broke the chain, and got his own wife back again.

Let's keep it going, men! Just add your name to the list below!

Bill Clinton
780 3rd Ave New York, NY 10017

William Jefferson Clinton
780 3rd Ave New York, NY 10017

W. J. Clinton
780 3rd Ave New York, NY 10017

William Clinton
780 3rd Ave New York, NY 10017

W. Jefferson Clinton
780 3rd Ave New York, NY 10017

William J Clinton
780 3rd Ave New York, NY 10017

Slick Willy Clinton
780 3rd Ave New York, NY 10017
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-06-2001, 01:46 PM:
 
Rated G


Contraceptives '02
Microsoft's Latest Venture

News just in of Microsoft's latest venture: Microsoft Corporation has taken another step toward dominating every aspect of American life with the introduction of Contraceptive02, a suite of applications designed for users who engage in sex. Microsoft has been a pioneer in peer-to-peer connectivity and plug and play.

It believes these technologies will give it substantial leverage in penetrating the copulation enhancement market. The product addresses two important user concerns: the need for virus protection and the need for a firewall to ensure the non-propagation of human beings.

The Contraceptive02 suite consists of three products: Condom02, DeFetus 1.0 (from Sementec), and AIDScan 2.1 (from Norton Utilities). A free copy of Intercourse Explorer 4.0 is bundled in the package. The suite also comes in two expanded versions. Contraceptive02 Professional is the Client/Server edition, for professionals in the sexual services sector. Contraceptive02 Small Business Edition is a package for startups, aimed at the housewife and gigolo niches.

While Contraceptive02 does not address nontraditional copulatory channels, future plug-ins are planned for next year.

OPERATION: Only one node in a peer-to-peer connection needs to install the package.

At installation, the Condom02 software checks for minimum hardware. If the user meets the requirements, the product installs and is sufficiently scaleable to meet most requirements. After installation, operation commences. One precaution is that the user must be sure they have sufficient RAM to complete the session. When the session is complete, a disconnect is initiated, and the user gets the message, it is now safe to turn off your partner.

DRAWBACKS: Usability testers report that frequent failures were a major concern during beta testing. General Protection Fault was the most serious error encountered. Early versions had numerous bugs, but most of these have been eliminated. The product needs to be installed each time its used.

CONCLUSION: Contraceptive02 is a robust product. Despite its drawbacks, it is reasonably good value for its $49.95 price tag, and is far superior to its shareware version. Hopefully, future releases (of the software, that is) will add missing functionality, such as Backout and Restore, uninterruptible Power Supply and Onboard Camera.

Microsoft CEO Bill Gates is optimistic that "Our contraceptive products will help users do to each other what we've been doing to our customers for years."
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-06-2001, 01:48 PM:
 
Rated G


Contraceptives '02
Microsoft's Latest Venture

News just in of Microsoft's latest venture: Microsoft Corporation has taken another step toward dominating every aspect of American life with the introduction of Contraceptive02, a suite of applications designed for users who engage in sex. Microsoft has been a pioneer in peer-to-peer connectivity and plug and play.

It believes these technologies will give it substantial leverage in penetrating the copulation enhancement market. The product addresses two important user concerns: the need for virus protection and the need for a firewall to ensure the non-propagation of human beings.

The Contraceptive02 suite consists of three products: Condom02, DeFetus 1.0 (from Sementec), and AIDScan 2.1 (from Norton Utilities). A free copy of Intercourse Explorer 4.0 is bundled in the package. The suite also comes in two expanded versions. Contraceptive02 Professional is the Client/Server edition, for professionals in the sexual services sector. Contraceptive02 Small Business Edition is a package for startups, aimed at the housewife and gigolo niches.

While Contraceptive02 does not address nontraditional copulatory channels, future plug-ins are planned for next year.

OPERATION: Only one node in a peer-to-peer connection needs to install the package.

At installation, the Condom02 software checks for minimum hardware. If the user meets the requirements, the product installs and is sufficiently scaleable to meet most requirements. After installation, operation commences. One precaution is that the user must be sure they have sufficient RAM to complete the session. When the session is complete, a disconnect is initiated, and the user gets the message, it is now safe to turn off your partner.

DRAWBACKS: Usability testers report that frequent failures were a major concern during beta testing. General Protection Fault was the most serious error encountered. Early versions had numerous bugs, but most of these have been eliminated. The product needs to be installed each time its used.

CONCLUSION: Contraceptive02 is a robust product. Despite its drawbacks, it is reasonably good value for its $49.95 price tag, and is far superior to its shareware version. Hopefully, future releases (of the software, that is) will add missing functionality, such as Backout and Restore, uninterruptible Power Supply and Onboard Camera.

Microsoft CEO Bill Gates is optimistic that "Our contraceptive products will help users do to each other what we've been doing to our customers for years."
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-11-2001, 10:03 AM:
 
Rated G

Just mature

Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause of a lesser amount;
And he answered, "Because of the Seniors Discount."

I went to McDonald's for a burger and fries;
And there, once again, got quite a surprise.
The clerk poured some coffee which he handed to me.
He said, "For you, Seniors, the coffee is free."

Understand---I'm not old---I'm merely mature;
But some things are changing, temporarily, I'm sure.
The newspaper print gets smaller each day,
And people speak softer---can't hear what they say.

My teeth are my own (I have the receipt),
and my glasses identify people I meet.
Oh, I've slowed down a bit...not a lot, I am sure.
You see, I'm not old...I'm only mature.

The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.
You should see all the damage that chlorine has done.
Washing my hair has turned it all white,
But don't call it gray...saying "blond" is just right.

My car is all paid for...not a nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...get off of the road!"
My car has no scratches...not even a dent.
Still I get all that guff from a punk who's "Hell bent."

My friends all get older...much faster than me.
They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.
I've got "character lines," not wrinkles...for sure,
But don't call me old...just call me mature.

The steps in the houses they're building today
Are so high that they take...your breath all away;
And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago.
That should explain why my walking is slow.

But I'm keeping up on what's hip and what's new,
And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.
I'm still in the running...in this I'm secure,
I'm not really old ... I'm only mature.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-11-2001, 11:36 AM:
 
Rated G

True Friends

Are you tired of the mushy "friendship" poems that always sound good but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a "friendship" poem that really speaks to true friendship and truth itself!

Friend,

When you are sad, ...I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

When you are blue, ....I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

When you smile, ...I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared, ...I will rag you about it every chance I get.

When you are worried, ...I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.

When you are confused, ...I will use little words to explain it to your dumb ass.

When you are sick, ...stay away from me until you're well again. I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall, ....I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath, ...I pledge 'till the end. Why you may ask?

Because you're my friend! Send this poem to ten of your closest friends (or else you will have bad luck and go to hell) and get depressed becauseyou realize you only have 2 friends, and one of them is not speaking to you right now anyway.

P.S. A friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-12-2001, 08:55 AM:
 
Rated G

In Phoenix AZ. a 26-year-old mother  stared down at her son who was dying of terminal leukemia. 

Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination.  Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams.  Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that.

But  she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy,did you ever think about what  you wanted to be once you grew up?

Did you ever dream and wish what you would  do with your life?" 

Mommy, I always  wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true." 

Later that day she went to her local  fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she  met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish  and asked if it might be possible to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that.If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday  morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go  out all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! "And if you'll give us his sizes,  we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat-not a toy one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."

Three days later Fireman Bob picked  up Billy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him >from his  hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit  on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in  Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's  car. He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him,  so deeply touched Billy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought  possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone,began to call the family members to the hospital.

Then she remembered the day Billy  had spent as a fireman,  so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a  fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, "We can do better  than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a  favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights  flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is  not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?"

About five minutes later a hook and  ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window.

16 firefighters climbed up  the ladder into Billy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they  loved him. With his dying breath, Billy looked  up at the fire chief and said, Chief, am I really a fireman now?" 

Billy, you are,and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand," the  chief said. With those words, Billy smiled and said, "I know, He's been  holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing." He closed  his eyes one last time.

My instructions  were to send this to at least four people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. 
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-13-2001, 01:59 PM:
 
Rated G


/\/\/\/\ THE TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS /\/\/\/\

I bet most of you people out there are plenty tired of all those stupid annoying pointless chain letters out there. Well, I have put together a list of the types of chain letters that you all hate. Enjoy!

/\/\/\ TYPE 1 /\/\/\

Please help! Sammy, from Oogalablotscanda needs desperate help! He has no legs, no arms, and he has to drink 40 gallons of chocolate syrup before he can eat bannanas! All you have to do to help Sammy, is send this to 49,092 people in the next 2.998 seconds, and sign your name at the bottom!

For every person you send this to, Sammy will get 1 doller!!!!


/\/\/\ TYPE 2 /\/\/\

Make a wish, and scroll down!

Have you made your wish???

C'mon...make it dammit.


I haven't got all day here.


K got it???

Good!!

Just keep scrolling..

Scroll more........


Getting tired????????


HA HA!!!


OK STOP!

STOP I SAID STOP!!!


MAN STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay got your wish? Okay good. Now, all you have to do, is send this to more people so they can be tortured with anoying scrolling wish crap! If you send it to....

0-15 people: Purple donkeys will jump through the moniter and attack you!

15-30 people: The donkeys will still attack you, but you wont be injured quite as severely.

30-50 people: Sheesh...so many people will be annoyed with you for sending this!

50-70: You will get $20! Who knows how..but you'll get it!
70-100: You will win the $20,000 lottery, but a big rock will fall out of the sky and crush you and your computer

Now send away!!


/\/\/\ TYPE 3 /\/\/\

This chain letter has been going on since 1876. This is incredibly amazing, since there weren't any computers back then.

Send this on (to 200,099 people in the next minutue)...or face the coniquences! Take a look at these examples-

(Dumb ass horror story 1): Lue Ser, a 9 year old boy, was an average boy. He knew a lot about computers, and he figured that nothing bad could ever happen to him if he didn't pass this on. So, he deleted it, without hesitation. The next day, while
getting ready for school, rabid squirrels arived at his door, and nibbled him to death!!

(Dumb ass horror story 2): Stu Pidwun was about eh 12. Nobody liked him at all, so he didn't have too many friends. He only sent this to 4 people! After he sent it, he grinned and thought "what a stupid chain letter nothing bad happend!" Well, little
did he know, an hour later, When he went to take his bath, he got sucked down the drain! For some strange reason, he shrunk down in size, and went right down the drain. Noone really cared though, cuz no one liked him anyways.

(Dumb ass happy story): Linda Luckee, a 12 year old, just like stu. She had lots of friends though. She really didn't believe in this chain letter, but she was bored so she sent it to 200,099 people, just like you're supposed to. The next day, she came home from school super happy. She had won the lottery! This is surprising, since you have to be an adult to enter the lottery but she won it alright! Plus, the guy she had been crusing on for 14 years asked her out!!!

Now, you wouldn't want to end up like Lue, or Stu would you? I'd much rather be like Linda. Well, it's your choice! Send this to 200,099 people now before the minute is over! Don't break the chain that's been in existance since 1876!!!!!


/\/\/\ TYPE 4 /\/\/\

Hey this is really cool, try it! Send this to 789 people now! Exactly 789, if it's any higher or lower you will instantly be attacked by purple-butted-baboons! Okay, after you send it to the 789 peeps, hold 1+M+s+t+u+p+1+d+5+g+9+b, then a little
window will pop up. In that window, type in "I don't have enough fingers to press all the buttons!" Then, a pig will fly across your screen with you name, hair color, and address on it!

Amazing, huh! Send away!


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-03-2002, 08:39 AM:
 
Rated G

8 True Friends

I'LL TAKE IT AS A HINT IF I DON'T GET THIS BACK!!
How many people actually have 8 true friends? Hardly anyone I know!

But some of us have all-right friends and some good friends!!!

You, my friend, have been tagged by the friendship Angel

Which means you are a

GREAT FRIEND!!!

You will have good luck for two years if you send this to 8 people or more.


And, if this is sent back to you, then you will know that you are a true friend.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-17-2002, 09:20 AM:
 
Subject: FW: BIG MUD PUDDLES AND YELLOW DANDELIONS


Rated G

Author Unknown

When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard.

My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.


When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away.

My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.


When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen.

My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they make up their own.


When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk.

My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.

When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that.

My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."

When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets.


My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.

I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children!

Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

I wish you Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions!!!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-22-2002, 09:01 PM:
 
Rated G

Scratch the last line....we're far from old "fogies"

Just in case you weren't feeling too old today,this will certainly change things. Each year the staff at Beloit College in Wisconsin puttogether a list to try to give the faculty a sense of the mindset of this year's incoming freshmen.

Here's this year's list:

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1983.

They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had an answering machine.

They have always had cable.

They cannot fathom not having a remote control.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.

They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.

They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or"de plane Boss, de plane".

They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.

Michael Jackson has always been white.

McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.

They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.

Do you feel old yet? Pass this on to the other old fogies in your life.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-29-2002, 06:47 AM:
 
Rated G


Everything you need to know, can be learned from Noah's Ark......

1. Don't miss the boat.

2. Remember that we are all in the same boat.

3. Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.

4. Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.

5. Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.

6. Build your future on high ground.

7. For safety's sake, travel in pairs.

8. Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.

9. When you're stressed, float a while.

10. Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.

11. No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow awaiting.

12. Send this to people that you want God to bless. I picked you!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-29-2002, 06:57 AM:
 
Rated G

Ponder this and smile

1. There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.

2. When I'm feeling down, I like to whistle. It makes the neighbor'sdog that barks all the time run to the end of his chain and gag himself.

3. If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

4. A penny saved is a government oversight.

5. The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends.

6. The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.

7. He who hesitates is probably right.

8. If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.

9. The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.

10. How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on.

11. If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?

12. Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us.

13. If Wal-Mart is lowering prices every day, how come nothing is free yet?

14. You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

15. Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.

16. Don't cry because it's over: smile because it happened.

17. We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors...but they all have to learn to live in the same box.

18. Everything should be made as simple as possible, but no simpler.

19. A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

20. Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.

21. Once over the hill, you pick up speed.

22. I love cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food.

23. If not for STRESS I'd have no energy at all.

24. Whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed

25. Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.

26. I know God won't give me more than I can handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much.

27. You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.

28. Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.

29. We cannot change the direction of the wind... but we can adjust our sails.

30. If the shoe fits...buy it in every color (YES!)

31. Have an awesome day, and know that someone has thought about you today!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-29-2002, 07:01 AM:
 
Rated G

CANNON BALLS

In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried iron cannons. Those cannon fired round iron cannon balls. It was necessary to keep a good supply near the cannon. But how to prevent them from rolling about the deck?

The best storage method devised was a square based pyramid with one ball on top, resting on four resting on nine which rested on sixteen. Thus, a supply of thirty cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon.

There was only one problem -- how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding/rolling from under the others. The solution was a metal plate called a "Monkey" with sixteen round indentations. But, if this plate was made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make "Brass Monkeys."

Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled. Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannon balls would come right off the monkey. Thus, it was quite literally, "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey!" (And all this time, you thought that was a dirty expression, didn't you?)

You must send this fabulous bit of historical knowledge to unsuspecting friends (or enemies).
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-03-2002, 07:44 AM:
 
Rated G

MONEY

It can buy a House...............But not a Home

It can buy a Bed..................But not Sleep

It can buy a Clock................But not Time

It can buy you a Book..........But not knowledge

It can buy you a Position......But not Respect

It can buy you Medicine.......But not Health

It can buy you Blood............But not Life

It can buy you Lovin'..............But not Love

So you see money isn't everything.

And it often causes pain and suffering.

I tell you all this because...........I am your Friend, and as your Friend I want to take away your pain and suffering.


So please send me all your money......and I will suffer for you.

CASH ONLY PLEASE

Thought this was gonna be one of those "inspirational" ones, didn't you????
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-03-2002, 08:14 AM:
 
Rated G


Banking Time


Assume there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400.00 It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the
balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out ALL OF IT, of course!!!!


Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.


There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow." You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.


To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.


To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.


To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.


To realize the ! value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who! are waiting to meet.


To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.


To realize the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.


To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time.>


And remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!!!


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 heart to us.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-05-2002, 06:28 AM:
 
Rated G


EVIDENCE YOU LIVE IN THE YEAR 2002

1. You just tried to enter your password on the microwave.

2. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.

3. You call your son's beeper to let him know it's time to eat. Hee-mails you back from his bedroom, "What's for dinner?"

4. Your daughter sells Girl Scout Cookies via her web site.

5. You chat several times a day with a stranger from South Africa, but you
haven't spoken with your next door neighbor yet this year.

6. You check the ingredients on a can of chicken noodle soup to see if it contains Echinacea.

7. Your grandmother asks you to send her a JPEG file of your newborn so she
can create a new screen saver.

8. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home.

9. Every commercial on television has a web-site address at the bottom of the screen.

10. You buy a computer and 6 months later it's out of date and now sells
for half the price you paid.

11. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the
first 20 or 30 years of your life is cause for panic and turningaround to go get it.

12 . Using real money, instead of credit or debit, to make a purchase woul be a hassle and takes planning.

13. Cleaning up the dining room means getting the fast food bags out of the
back seat of your car.

14. Your reason for not staying in touch with family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

15. You consider second-day air delivery painfully slow.

16. Your dining room table is now your flat filing cabinet.

17. Your idea of being organized is multiple-colored Post-it notes.

18. You hear most of your jokes via e-mail instead of in person.

19. You get an extra phone line so you can get phone calls.

20. You disconnect from the Internet and get this awful feeling, as if you just pulled the plug on a loved one.

21. You get up in the morning and go on-line before getting your coffee.

22. You wake up at 2 AM to go to the bathroom and check your E-mail on your
way back to bed.

23. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.

24. You're thinking how true all of this is.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-07-2002, 01:19 PM:
 
Rated G

READ THIS. LET IT REALLY SINK IN.

THEN CHOOSE HOW YOU START YOUR DAY.

Michael 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, would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Michael 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 to Michael and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

Michael 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," Michael 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 Michael 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 Michael was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Michael was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw Michael 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," Michael 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.

Michael 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 Michael. "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."

Michael 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."

After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

You have two choices now:

1. Delete this.
2. Forward it.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-10-2002, 08:23 AM:
 
Rated G

Let's plant a garden in the winter


T H E G A R D E N. Come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses...

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @
\(/\(/ \(/ \(/ \(/ \(/ \(/ \(/ \(/\)/ \(/ \(/

FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR DAILY LIVING PLANT THREE ROWS OF PEAS:

1. Peace of mind
2.Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul

PLANT FOUR ROWS OF SQUASH:

1. Squash gossip
2. Squash indifference
3. Squash grumbling
4. Squash selfishness

PLANT FOUR ROWS OF LETTUCE:
1.Lettuce be faithful
2. Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce be patient
4. Lettuce really love one another

NO GARDEN IS WITHOUT TURNIPS:

1. Turnip for meetings
2. Turnip for service
3. Turnip to help one another

TO CONCLUDE OUR GARDEN WE MUST HAVE THYME:

1. Thyme for each other
2. Thyme for family
3. Thyme for friends

WATER FREELY WITH PATIENCE AND CULTIVATE WITH LOVE. THERE IS MUCH FRUIT IN YOUR GARDEN BECAUSE YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @
\(/ \)/\)/ \(/ \(/ \)/ \)/ \(/ \(/ \)/ \)/\(/


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-11-2002, 01:41 PM:
 
Rated G

Who Packed Your Parachute?

Charles Plumb was a U.S. Navy jet pilot in Vietnam.After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyedby a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison.

He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience.

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!"

"How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb.

"I packed your parachute," the man replied.

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!"

Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man.

Plumb says, "I kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat, a bib in the back, and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I
might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor."

Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent on a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silksof each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?" Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. Plumb also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory-he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.

As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachute. I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing
my parachute !!! And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped pack yours!

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word, maybe this could explain:

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do - --you forward jokes.

And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get ? --- A forwarded joke.

So my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-11-2002, 01:52 PM:
 
Dalai Lama Personality Test

The Dalai Lama said read it to see if it works for you.

Very interesting. Just 4 questions and the answers will surprise you. Do not cheat by looking up the answers. The mind is like a parachute, it works best when it is opened.

This is fun to do, but you have to follow the instructions very closely. Do not cheat.

MAKE A WISH BEFORE BEGINNING THE TEST!!

A Warning! Answer the questions as you go along.

There are only four questions and if you see them all before finishing, you will not have honest results. Go down slowly and do each exercise as you scroll down. Don't look ahead. Get pencil and paper to write youranswers as you go along. You will need it at the end.

This is an honest questionnaire which will tell you a lot about your true self.

PERSONALITY TEST: Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference.
a. Cow

b. Tiger

c. Sheep

d. Horse

e. Pig

Write one word that describes each one of the following:

Dog

Cat

Rat

Coffee

Sea

Think of someone (who also knows you and is important to you) that you can relate to the following colors (do not repeat your answer twice. Name just one person for each color.)

Yellow

Orange

Red

White

Green

Finally, write down your favorite number and your favorite day of the week.

Wish for something you REALLY WANT. Look at the interpretations below:
(but first before continuing, repeat your wish.)

Question # 1: This will define your priorities in your life.

Cow Signifies CAREER

Tiger Signifies PRIDE

Sheep Signifies LOVE

Horse Signifies FAMILY

Pig Signifies MONEY

Question # 2:

Your description of dog implies YOUR OWN PERSONALITY.

Your description of cat implies the personality of your partner.

Your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies.

Your description of coffee is how you interpret SEX.

Your description of the Sea implies your own life.

Question # 3:

Yellow: Someone you will never forget

Orange: Someone you consider your true friend

Red: Someone that you really love

White: Your twin soul

Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life

Question # 4:

You have to send this message to as many persons as your favorite number and your wish will come true on the day that you put. This is what the Dalai Lama has said about the Millennium-just take a few seconds to read it and think.

Do not put away this message, the mantra will come out from your hands in the next 96 hours. You will have a very pleasant surprise. This is true, even if you are not superstitious. Please do this. It is fascinating.

SEND THIS E-MAIL MANTRA TO AT LEAST FIVE PERSONS AND LIFE WILL IMPROVE

0-4 persons: Your life will improve slightly

5-9 persons: Your life will improve to your liking

9-14 persons: You will have at least 5 surprises in the next three weeks

15 or more persons: Your life will improve drastically and all that you have always dreamed will come


Hey, I don't know if this works but it's worth a try.& Kind of fun too.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-11-2002, 08:44 PM:
 
Rated G :

"Tater" People

Some people never seem motivated to participate,

but are just content to watch while others do the work.

They are called "Speck Taters".

Some people never do anything to help,

but are gifted at finding fault with the way others do the work.

They are called "Comment Taters".

Some people are very bossy and like to tell others what to do,

but don't want to soil their own hands.

They are called "Dick Taters".

Some people are always looking to cause problems by

asking others to agree with them.

It is too hot or too cold, too sour or too sweet.

They are called "Agie Taters".

There are those who say they will help,

but somehow just never get around to

actually doing what they promised

They are called "Hezzie Taters".

>Some people can put up a front

and pretend to be someone they are not.

They are called "Emma Taters".

Then there are those who love others

and do what they say they will.

They are always prepared to stop

whatever they are doing

and lend helping hand.

They bring real sunshine

into the lives of others.

They are called "Sweet Taters".


I think you're a Sweet Tater . . .

If you know any "Sweet Taters",

send them this!!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-13-2002, 08:49 AM:
 
Rated G

Ann Margaret and the Vet

Richard, (my husband), never really talked a lot about his time in Vietnam other than he had been shot by a sniper. However, he had a rather grainy, 8 x 10 black & white photo he had taken at a USO show of Ann Margaret with Bob Hope in the background that was one of his treasures.

A few years ago, Ann Margaret was doing a book signing at a local bookstore.
Richard wanted to see if he could get her to sign the treasured photo,so he arrived at the bookstore at 12 o'clock for the 7:30 signing. When I got there after work, the line went all the way around the bookstore, circled the parking lot, and disappeared behind a parking garage.

Before her appearance, bookstore employees announced that she would sign only her book and no memorabilia would be permitted. Richard was disappointed, but wanted to show her the photo and let her know how much those shows meant to lonely GI's so far from home.

Ann Margaret came out looking as beautiful as ever and, as 2nd in line,it was soon Richard's turn. He presented the book for her signature and then took out the photo. When he did, there were many shouts from the employees that she would not sign it. Richard said, "I understand. I just wanted her to see it".

She took one look at the photo, tears welled up in her eyes and she said, "This is one of my gentlemen from Vietnam and I most certainly will sign his photo. I know what these men did for their country and I always have time for "my gentlemen". With that, she pulled Richard across the table and planted a big kiss on him. She then made quite a to do about the bravery of the young men she met over the years, how much she admired them, and how much she appreciated them. There weren't too many dry eyes among those close enough to hear.

She then posed for pictures and acted as if he was the only one there.

Later at dinner, Richard was very quiet. When I asked if he'd like to talk about it, my big strong husband broke down in tears. "That's the first time anyone ever thanked me for my time in the Army", he said.

Richard, like many others, came home to people who spit on him and shouted ugly things at him. That night was a turning point for him.

He walked a little straighter and, for the first time in years, was proud to have been a Vet. I'll never forget Ann Margaret for her graciousnessand how much that small act of kindness meant to my husband.

I now make it a point to say Thank You to every person I come across who served in our Armed Forces. Freedom does not come cheap and I am grateful for all those who have served their country.

If you'd like to pass on this story, feel free to do so. Perhaps it will help others to become aware of how important it is to acknowledge the service of our veterans and current servicemen.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-13-2002, 09:40 AM:
 
Rated G

Subject: History

And God populated the earth with broccoli and cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow vegetable of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

And Satan created McDonald's. And McDonald's brought forth the 99-cent double-cheeseburger. And Satan said to Man, "You want fries with that?"

And Man said, "Super size them." And Man gained pounds.

And God created the healthful yogurt, that woman might keep her figure that man found so fair.

And Satan brought forth chocolate. And woman gained pounds.

And God said, "Try my crispy fresh salad."

And Satan brought forth ice cream. And woman gained pounds.

And God said, "I have sent your heart healthy vegetables and olive oil with which to cook them."

And Satan brought forth chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter.

And Man gained pounds and his bad cholesterol went through the roof.

And God brought forth running shoes and Man resolved to lose those extra pounds.

And Satan brought forth cable TV with remote control so Man would not have to toil to change channels between ESPN and ESPN2.

And Man gained pounds.

And God said, "You're running up the score, Devil."

And God brought forth the potato, a vegetable naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition.

And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fat fried them. And he created sour cream dip also.

And Man clutched his remote control and ate the potato chips swaddled in cholesterol.

And Satan saw and said, "It is good."

And Man went into cardiac arrest.

And God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.

And Satan created HMOs.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-13-2002, 10:19 AM:
 
Rated G

Subject: Mom Humor


This e-mail really reminded me of Mom. I was surprised at the number of people who sent it- I didn't know Mom had so many kids.

Lessons Only a Mother Could Teach

My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE- "If you're going kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning!"

My mother taught me RELIGION - "You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL:-"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

My mother taught me LOGIC- "Because I said so, that's why."

My Mother taught me LOGIC...#2 "If you fall out of that swing and break your neck,
you're not going to the store with me."

My mother taught me FORESIGHT -"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."

My mother taught me IRONY - "Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about."

My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS - "Shut your mouth and eat your supper!"

My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISTS - "Will you look at the dirt on the back of your neck!"

My mother taught me about STAMINA - "You'll sit there 'till all that spinach is
finished."

My mother taught me about WEATHER - "It looks as if a tornado swept through your room."

My mother taught me how to solve PHYSICS PROBLEMS - "If I yelled because I saw a meteor coming toward you; would you listen THEN?"

My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY - "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times - Don't Exaggerate!!!"

My mother taught me THE CIRCLE OF LIFE - "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION - "Stop acting like your father!"

My mother taught me about ENVY -"There are millions of less fortunate children in
in this world who would love to have wonderful parents like you do!"

My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION...Just wait until we get home."

My Mother taught me about RECEIVING...."You are going to get it when we get home!"

My Mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE..."If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

My Mother taught me to THINK AHEAD..."If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job."

My Mother taught me ESP... "Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when
you're cold?"

My Mother taught me HUMOR..."When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT..."If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

My Mother taught me about GENETICS... "You're just like your father."

My Mother taught me about my ROOTS... "Do you think you were born in a barn?"

My Mother taught me about WISDOM OF AGE... "When you get to be my age, you will understand."

And my all time favorite... JUSTICE... "One day you'll have kids ...and I hope they turn out just like you!"
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-15-2002, 03:06 PM:
 
Rated PG
We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation have many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military. For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas we would like your assistance with during the holiday period and beyond:

1) The next time you see someone (an adult) talking during the playing of the National anthem.....kick their ass.

2) When you witness firsthand someone burning the American Flag in
protest...kick their ass. If you see this on television, as many of us have, you are simply required to have a deep burning suddenly arise inside of you....then go and kick their ass.

3) Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all Veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these Veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these Veterans made to make this Nation great. Then hold them down while the Veteran kicks their ass.

4) If you are not in the military, DO NOT pretend that you are. Wearing battle dress uniforms (BDU's), telling others that you used to be "Special Forces," and collecting GI Joe memorabilia might have been okay if you were still seven, but now it will only get your ass kicked. (Veterans are exempt from this rule)

5) If you witness someone calling an enlisted Marine "Sir," stand back.....a Marine will kick their ass.

6) Next time you come across an Air Force member, do not ask them "Do you fly a jet?". Not everyone in the Air Force is a pilot. A Marine will be called to kick your ass. (children are exempt)

7) Roseanne Barr's singing of the National Anthem is not a blooper....it was a disgrace and disrespectful. Laugh and sooner or later, your ass will be kicked.

8) Next time Old Glory prances by during a parade, get on your damn feet and pay homage to her and the military member or Veteran lucky enough to carry her. Your stupid funnel cake will forgive you if you stand for 5 minutes with your hand over your heart. You might as well be throwing the funnel cake at the flag if you don't stand..... of course, either will earn you a severe ass kicking.

9) What Jane Fonda did about Vietnam makes her the enemy....hate her or else. (asses will be kicked)

10) Don't try to discuss politics to a military member. We might vote as separate parties, but that doesn't mean we don't all bleed the same. We are, simply put, Americans. Our military Chain of Command, to include our Commander in Chief...the President... (for those who didn't know) is all that we acknowledge. We have no inside track on what happens inside those big important buildings where all those "representatives" meet. The military member might direct you to Oliver North. (I can see him kicking your ass already.)

11) "Your mama wears combat boots" never made sense to me....stop saying it! If she did, she would most likely kick your ass!

12) Bin Laden and the Taliban are not communists. So stop saying, "Let's go kill those Commie's!!!" And stop asking us where he is!!!! Crystal balls are not standard issue in the military. That reminds me...if you see anyone calling those damn psychic phone numbers, let me know. So I can kick their ass.

13) Last but not least, whether or not you become a member of the military, support our troops and their families. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas that you enjoy with family and friends, there are thousands of troops overseas. Thank God for our military and the sacrifices they make every day. Without them, it would be our country that's getting its ass kicked.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-18-2002, 06:03 AM:
 
Rated G

Subject: 25 TRUTHS

1. If you're too open minded, your brains will fall out.

2. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.

4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.

6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.

7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.

8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.

9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.

10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.

11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of cheques.

12. A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.

13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.

14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.

15. No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.

16. A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.

17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.

18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.

19. Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.

20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.

21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

22. By the time you've figured out how to make endsmeet, they move the ends.

23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.

24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world.

25. Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-19-2002, 01:35 PM:
 
Rated PG


In light of all the chain e-mails we send each other, I though this was too funny not to share with you guys. It's not a chain e-mail, but it mocks the heck out of them.

I was on my way to the post office to pick up my case of free M&M's, (sent to me because I forwarded their e-mail to five other people, celebrating the fact that the year 2000 is "MM" in Roman Numerals), when I ran into a friend whose neighbor, a young man, was home recovering from having been served a rat in his bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken - which is predictable, since as everyone knows, there's no actual chicken in Kentucky Fried Chicken, which is why the government made them change their name to KFC.

Anyway, one day this guy went to sleep and when he awoke he was in his bathtub and it was full of ice and he was sore all over and when he got out of the tub he realized that HIS KIDNEYS HAD BEEN STOLEN. He saw a note on his mirror that said "Call 911!" but he was afraid to use his phone because it was connected to his computer, and there was a virus on his computer that would destroy his hard drive if he opened e-mail entitled "Join the crew!" He knew it wasn't a hoax because he himself was a computer programmer who was working on software to prevent a global disaster in which all the computers get together and distribute the $250.00 Neiman-Marcus cookie recipe under the leadership of Bill Gates. (It's true- I read it all last week in a mass e-mail from BILL GATES HIMSELF, who was also promising me a free Disney World vacation and $5,000 if I would forward the e-mail to everyone I know.)

The poor man then tried to call 911 from a pay phone to report his missing kidneys, but a voice on the line first asked him to press #90, which unwittingly gave the bandit full access to the phone line at the guy's expense. Then reaching into the coin-return slot he got jabbed with an HIV-infected needle around which was wrapped around a note that said, "Welcome to the world of AIDS." Luckily he was only a few blocks from the hospital - the one where that little boy who is dying of cancer is, the one whose last wish is for everyone in the world to send him an e-mail and the American Cancer Society has agreed to pay him a nickel for every e-mail he receives. I sent him two e-mails and one of them was a bunch of x's and o's in the shape of an angel (if you get it and forward it to more than 10 people, you will have good luck but for 10 people you will only have OK luck, and if you send it to fewer than 0 people you will have BAD LUCK FOR SEVEN YEARS).

So anyway the poor guy tried to drive himself to the hospital, but on the way he noticed another car driving without its lights on. To be helpful, he flashed his lights at him and was promptly shot as part of a gang initiation. Send THIS to all the friends who send you their junk mail and you will receive 4 green m&ms, but if you don't the owner of Proctor and Gamble will report you to his Satanist friends and you will have more bad luck: You will get cancer from the Sodium Laureth Sulfate in your shampoo, your wife will develop breast cancer from using the antiperspirant which clogs the pores under your arms, and the government will put a tax on your e-mails forever. I know this is all true 'cause I read it on the Internet.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-28-2002, 07:14 PM:
 
Rated G

THE "FORWARDER'S" 12 STEP PROGRAM - EVERYONE SAY IT WITH ME ...

I will NOT get bad luck, lose my friends, or lose my mailing lists if I DON'T forward an email!

I will NOT hear any music or see a taco dog, if I do forward an e-mail.

Bill Gates is NOT going to send me money, Victoria Secret doesn't know anything about a gift certificate they're supposed to send me.

Ford will NOT give me a 50% discount even if I forward my e-mail to more than 50 people!

I will NEVER receive gift certificates, coupons, or freebies from Coca Cola, Cracker Barrel, Old Navy, or anyone else if I send an e-mail to 10 people.

I will NEVER see a pop-up window if I forward an e-mail ... NEVER --NEVER !!

There is NO SUCH THING as an e-mail tracking program, and I am not STUPID enough to think that someone will send me $100 for forwarding an e-mail to 10 or more people!

There is NO kid with cancer through the Make-a-Wish program in England collecting anything! He did when he was 7 years old. He is now cancer free and 35 years old and DOESN'T WANT ANY MORE POST CARDS, or GET-WELL CARDS.

The government does not have a bill in Congress called 901B (or whatever they named it this week) that, if passed, will enable them to charge us 5 cents for every e-mail we send.

There will be NO cool dancing, singing, waving, colorful flowers, characters, or program that I will receive immediately after I forward an e-mail. NONE, ZIP, ZERO, NADA!!

The American Red Cross will NOT donate 50 cents to certain individual dying of some never-heard-of disease for every e-mail address I send this to. The American Red Cross RECEIVES donations.

And finally, I WILL NOT let others guilt me into sending things by telling me I am not their friend or that I don't believe in Jesus Christ. If God wants to send me a message, I believe the bushes in my yard will burn before He picks up a PC to pass it on!

Now, repeat this to yourself until you have it memorized, and send it along to at least 5 of your friends before the next full moon or you will surely be constipated for the next three months and all of your hair will fall out!

Just Kidding...
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-05-2002, 08:59 AM:
 
Rated G

This is a test of the Emergency Friendship System

....... A Friend....

(A)ccepts you as you are
(B)elieves in "you"
(C)alls you just to say "HI"
(D)oesn't give up ! ! on you

(E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts)
(F)orgives your mistakes
(G)ives unconditionally
(H)elps you

(I)nvites you over
(J)ust "be" with you
(K)eeps you close at heart
(L)oves you for who you are

(M)akes a difference in your life
(N)ever Judges
(O)ffer support
(P)icks you up

(Q)uiets your fears
(R)aises your spirits
(S)ays nice things about you
(T)ells you the truth when you need tohear it

(U)nderstands you
(V)alues you
(W)alks beside you
(X)-plains thing you don't understand

(Y)ells when you won't listen and
(Z)aps you back to reality
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-05-2002, 09:52 AM:
 
Rated G

Recently Julie Andrews is reported to have done a concert for AARP, at which she sang her hit from the Sound of Music, but the words were changed. Here are the new words to this tune:


Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in strings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillacs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of 'sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinning,
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,
If we can remember our friends and their names.

When the joints ache, when the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-20-2002, 07:37 AM:
 
Rated G

Hurts and Blessings **


A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point in the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt but without saying anything he wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE".


They kept walking until they found an oasis where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning but his friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning he wrote on a stone:
'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE".


The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him "After I hurt you you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone why?


He replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where the winds
of forgiveness can erase it away but when someone does something good for us we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."


Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your blessings in stone!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-21-2002, 09:39 AM:
 
Rated G

Age Gauge

Count all the ones that you remember.

Please add your memories at the bottom of this page.

01. Candy cigarettes
02. Wax coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside.
03. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles.
04. Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes
05. Blackjack chewing gum
06. Home milk delivery in glass bottles, with Cardboard stoppers.
07. Party lines.
08. Newsreels before the movie.
09. PF Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix ... (Drexel-5505)
12. Peashooters.
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM Records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice cube trays--with levers
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flash Bulbs
21. roller skate keys
22. Cork pop guns
23. Drive ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers
26. The Fuller Brush man
27. Reel-to-reel tape recorders
28. Tinkertoys
29. The Erector Set
30. 5 cent packs of baseball cards...with a pink slab of bubblegum

How many did you remember?

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!!!!

If you remembered 10 or less You're still young

If you remembered 11 - 15 You are getting old

If you remembered 16 - 20 Don't tell your age

If you remembered 21 or more You're older than dirt!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-27-2002, 10:20 AM:
 
Rated G

A Woman's Random Thoughts:

I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are eating too much, drinking too much, impulse buying and driving to fast. Are they kidding? That is my idea of a perfect day.

Skinny people piss me off! Especially when they say things like, "You know sometimes I forget to eat." Now, I've forgotten myaddress, my mother's maiden name, and my keys. But I've never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat.

A friend of mine confused her valium with her birth control pills.. She had 14 kids, but she doesn't give a shit.

They keep telling us to get in touch with our bodies. Mine isn't all that communicative but I heard from it the other day after I said, "Body, how'd you like to go to the six o'clock class in vigorous toning?" Clear as a bell my body said, "Listen bitch...do it and you die."

The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing and then they marry him.

I know what Victoria's Secret is. The secret is that nobody older than 30 can fit into their stuff.

"If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a noose around your neck?"


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-01-2002, 05:13 PM:
 
Rated G

From: Lumpy Diaperbuns

Sometimes when you have a stressful day, you need some silliness to break up the day. Here is your dose. Follow the instructions to find your new name.

The following in an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Underpants and The Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants", by Dave Pilkey: (don't you LOVE captain underpants?) The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new Names.


For example: George W. Bush's new name is Goober Chickenshorts.

Use the 3rd letter of your first name to determine your New First Name:

a= poopsie
b = lumpy
c = buttercup
d = gidget
e = crusty
f = greasy
g =fluffy
h = cheeseball
i = chim-chim
j = stinky
k = flunky
l = zippy
m = pinky
n = booger
o =goober
p = doofus
q = slimy
r = loopy
s = snotty
t = tulefel
u = dorkey
v = squeezit
w =oprah
x = skipper
y =dinky
z = zsa-zsa.

Use the 2nd letter of your last name to determine the 1st half of your New Last Name:

a = diaper
b = toilet
c = giggle
d = burger
e = girdle
f = barf
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = cootie
j = monkey
k = potty
l = liver
m = banana
n = rhino
o = bubble
p =hamster
q = toad
r = gizzard
s = pizza
t = gerbil
u = chicken
v = pickle
w = chuckle
x = tofu
y =gorilla
z = stinker

Use the 4th letter of your last name to determine the 2nd half of your New Last Name:

a = head
b = mouth
c = face
d = nose
e = tush
f = breath
g = pants
h =shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = butt
l = brain
m = tushie
n = chunks
o = hiney
p = biscuits
q = toes
r =buns
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = prinkles
v = kisser
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y =brains
z= juice

Now when you FORWARD THIS... use your new name as the subject.

Remember that children laugh an average of 146 Times a day, adults laugh an average of 4 times a day. Put more laughter in your life!!!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-01-2002, 07:46 PM:
 
Rated G


Some of you are way too young to remember the answers to these questions,but some of you will really enjoy travelling back in time. (It's kind of long, so you may want to read & try it when you have a few minutes to spare.)

Subject: Great quiz-please take it!

HOW WELL DO YOU REMEMBER? Don't try this on anyone under 30.....


1. "Kookie; Kookie. Lend me your ________________."

2. The "battle cry" of the hippies in the sixties was "Turn on; tune in;________________."

3. After the Lone Ranger saved the day and rode off into the sunset, the grateful citizens would ask, "Who was that masked man?" Invariably, someone would answer, "I don't know, but he left this behind." What did he leave behind?________________.

4. Folk songs were played side by side with rock and roll. One of the most
memorable folk songs included these lyrics: "When the rooster crows at the
break of dawn, look out your window and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm
traveling on, _______________________."

5. A group of protesters arrested at the Democratic convention in Chicago in
1968 achieved cult status, and were known as the ________________.

6. When the Beatles first came to the U.S. in early 1964, we all watched
them on the ________________________show.

7. Some of us who protested the Vietnam war did so by burning our
_____________.

8. We all learned to read using the same books. We read about the thrilling
lives and adventures of Dick and Jane. What was the name of Dick and Jane's
dog?______

9. The cute little car with the engine in the back and the trunk (what there
was of it) in the front, was called the VW. What other name(s) did it go by?
_______________ & ________________

10. A Broadway musical and movie gave us the gang names the ___________and
the ____________.

11. In the seventies, we called the drop-out nonconformists "hippies." But in the early sixties, they were known as ________________.

12. William Bendix played Chester A. Riley, who always seemed to get the short end of the stick in the television program, "The Life of Riley." At the end of each show, poor Chester would turn to the camera and exclaim, "What a ______________________."

13. "Get your kicks, ________________."

14. "The story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed
______________________________."

15. The real James Bond, Sean Connery, mixed his martinis a special way:________________.

16. "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, ________________."

17. That "adult" book by Henry Miller - the one that contained all the "dirty" dialogue - was called _________.

18. Today, the math geniuses in school might walk around with a calculator strapped to their belts. But back in the sixties, members of the math club used a _________.

19. In 1971, singer Don Maclean sang a song about "the day the music died." This was a reference and tribute to _______________.

20. A well-known television commercial featured a driver who was miraculously lifted through thin air and into the front seat of a convertible. The matching slogan was "Let Hertz ________________."

21. After the twist, the mashed potatoes, and the watusi, we "danced" under a stick that was lowered as low as we could go in a dance called the________________.

22. "N-E-S-T-L-E-S; Nestles makes the very best... _____________________."

23. In the late sixties, the "full figure" style of Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe gave way to the "trim" look, as first exemplified by British model
________________.

24. Sachmo was America's "ambassador of goodwill." Our parents shared this
great jazz trumpet player with us. His name was ________________.

25. On Jackie Gleason's variety show in the sixties, one of the most popular segments was "Joe, the Bartender." Joe's regular visitor at the bar was that slightly off- center, but lovable character, _______________. (The character's name, not the actor's.)

26. We can remember the first satellite placed into orbit. The Russians did it; it was called ____________.

27. What takes a licking and keeps on ticking?____________.

28. One of the big fads of the late fifties and sixties was a large plastic ring that we twirled around our waist; it was called the ________________.

29. The "Age of Aquarius" was brought into the mainstream in the Broadway musical ______________.

30. This is a two-parter: Red Skelton's hobo character (not the hayseed, the
hobo) was ________________. Red ended his television show by saying, "Good
night, and ________________."

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THE ANSWERS:

1. "Kookie; Kookie; lend me your comb."

2. The "battle cry" of the hippies in the sixties was "Turn on; tune in; drop out." Many people who proclaimed that 30 years ago today are Wall Street bond traders and corporate lawyers.

3. The Lone Ranger left behind a silver bullet. Several of you said he left behind his mask. Oh, no; even off the screen, Clayton Moore would not be seen as the Lone Ranger without his mask!

4. "When the rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window and
I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm traveling on; Don't think twice, it's all right."

5. The group of protesters arrested at the Democratic convention in Chicago
in 1968 was known as the Chicago seven. As Paul Harvey says, "They would
like me to mention their names."

6. When the Beatles first came to the U.S. in early 1964, we all watched them on the Ed Sullivan Show.

7. Some who protested the Vietnam war did so by burning their draft cards. If you said "bras," you've got the right spirit, but nobody ever burned a bra while I was watching. The "bra burning" days came as a by-product of women's liberation movement which had nothing directly to do with the Vietnam war.

8. Dick and Jane's dog was Spot. "See Spot run." Whatever happened to them? Rumor has it they have been replaced in some school systems by "Heather Has Two Mommies."

9. It was the VW Beetle, or more affectionately, the Bug.

10. A Broadway musical and movie gave us the gang names the Sharks and the Jets. West Side Story.

11. In the early sixties, the drop-out, non-conformists were known as beatniks. Maynard G. Krebs was the classic beatnik, except that he had no rhythm, man; a beard, but no beat.

12. At the end of "The Life of Riley," Chester would turn to the camera and exclaim, "What a revolting development this is."

13. "Get your kicks, on Route 66."

14. "The story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent."

15. The real James Bond, Sean Connery, mixed his martinis a special way: shaken, not stirred.

16. "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight."

17. That "adult" book by Henry Miller was called Tropic of Cancer. Today, it would get a PG-13 rating.

18. Back in the sixties, members of the math club used a slide rule.

19. "The day the music died" was a reference and tribute to Buddy Holly.

20. The matching slogan was "Let Hertz put you in the driver's seat."

21. After the twist, the mashed potatoes, and the watusi, we "danced" under a stick in a dance called the Limbo.

22. "N-E-S-T-L-E-S; Nestles makes the very best....chooo-c'late." In the television commercial, "chocolate" was sung by a puppet - a dog. (Remember his mouth flopping open and shut?)

23. In the late sixties, the "full figure" style gave way to the "trim" look, as first exemplified by British model Twiggy.

24. Our parents shared this great jazz trumpet player with us. His name was Louis Armstrong.

25. Joe's regular visitor at the bar was Crazy Googenhiem.

26. The Russians put the first satellite into orbit; it was called Sputnik.

27. What takes a licking and keeps on ticking? A Timex watch.

28. The large plastic ring that we twirled around our waist was called the hula-hoop.

29. The "Age of Aquarius" was brought into the mainstream in the Broadway musical "Hair."

30. Red Skelton's hobo character was Freddie the Freeloader. (Clem Kaddiddlehopper was the "hay seed.") Red ended his television show by saying, "Good night, and may God bless."

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-02-2002, 03:10 AM:
 
Rated G

1. If you're too open minded, your brains will fall out.

2. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you a mechanic.

4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.

6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.

7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.

8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.

9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.

10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.

11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.

12. A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.

13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.

14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.

15. No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.

16. A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.

17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist
change places.

18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.

19. Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.

20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.

21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.

23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.


24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world.


25. Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-02-2002, 09:16 PM:
 
Rated G

REMEMBER to make a wish before you read the poem.

That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. This is a powerful novena.

Last Chance to Make a Wish

May today there be peace within
May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be....
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you....
May you be content knowing you are a child of God....Let this presence settle into our bones,and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, It is there for each and every one of you....
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-03-2002, 10:12 PM:
 
Rated G

For those of you who are married, were married, or are contemplating marriage - under the assumption that men need (or ought) to be trained for marriage ....

TWO YEAR DEGREE A new two-year degree is being offered at the University that many of you should be interested in: Becoming a Real Man. That's right, in just six mini-mesters, you, too, can be a real man as well as earn a MA degree (Male Arts).Please take a moment to look over the program outline.

FIRST YEAR Autumn Schedule:

MEN 101 Combating Stupidity
MEN 102 You, Too, Can Do Housework
MEN 103 PMS-Learn When to Keep Your Mouth Shut
MEN 104 We Do Not Want Sleazy Under things for ChristmasWinter Schedule:
MEN 110 Wonderful Laundry Techniques
MEN 111 Understanding the Female Response to Getting in at 4 am

EAT 100 Get a Life, Learn to Cook
EAT 101 Get a Life, Learn to Cook II
ECON 001A What's Hers is Hers

Spring Schedule:

MEN 120 How NOT to Act Like a Buttface When You're Wrong
MEN 121 Understanding Your Incompetence
MEN 122 YOU, the Weaker Sex
MEN 123 Reasons to Give Flowers

ECON 001C What Was Yours is Hers

SECOND YEAR Autumn Schedule:
SEX 101 You CAN Fall Asleep without It
SEX 102 Morning Dilemma: If It's Awake, Take a Shower
SEX 103 How to Stay Awake After Sex

MEN 201 How to Put the Toilet Seat Down(Elective) (See Electives Below)

Winter Schedule:

MEN 210 The Remote Control: Overcoming Your Dependency
MEN 211 How to Not Act Younger than Your Children
MEN 212 You, Too, Can Be a Designated Driver
MEN 213 Honest, You Don't Look Like Tom Cruise
MEN 230A Her Birthdays and Anniversaries Are Important

Spring Schedule:

MEN 220 Omitting %&*! from Your Vocabulary (Pass/Fail Only)
MEN 221 Fluffing the Blanket After Farting Is Not Necessary
MEN 222 Real Men Ask for Directions
MEN 223 Thirty Minutes of Begging is NOT Considered Foreplay
MEN 230B Her Birthdays and Anniversaries Are Important 2Course Electives:
EAT 101 Cooking with Tofu
EAT 102 Utilization of Eating Utensils
EAT 103 Burping and Belching Discreetly
MEN 231 Mothers-in-law
MEN 232 Appear to Be Listening
MEN 233 Just Say "Yes, Dear"

ECON 001C Cheaper to Keep Her Just a thought for all the women out there. MENtal illness, MENstrual cramps, MENtal breakdown, MENopause, GUYnocologist(poetic spelling)Ever notice how all of women's problems start with men?

...and when we have real trouble, it's a HISterectomy.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-17-2002, 11:14 AM:
 
Rated PG The following came from an anonymous mother in Austin, Texas.

THINGS I'VE LEARNED

For those who already have children past this age,this is hilarious.
For those who have children this age, this is not funny.
For those who have children nearing this age, this is a warning.
For those who have not yet had children, this is birth control.

THINGS I'VE LEARNED FROM MY CHILDREN:

1. A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. foot house
4 inches deep.

2. If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with
roller blades, they can ignite.

3. A 3-year-old's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.

4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound boy wearing Batman underwear and a superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20 by 20 foot room.

5. You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When using the ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit.

6. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.

7. The glass in windows (even double pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan.

8. When you hear the toilet flush and the words "Uh-oh," it's already too late.

9. Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.

10. A six-year-old can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year-old man says they can only do it in the movies.

11. Certain Leggos will pass through the digestive tract of a four-year-old.

12. Play Dough and Microwave should never be used in the same sentence.

13. Super glue is forever.

14. No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.

15. Pool filters do not like Jell-O.

16. VCR's do not eject PB&J sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.

17. Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.

18. Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.

19. You probably do not want to know what that odor is.

20. Always look in the oven before you turn it on. Plastic toys do not like ovens.

21. The fire department in Austin, TX has a 5-minute response time.

22. The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.

23. It will however make cats dizzy.

24. Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.

25. The mind of a six-year-old is wonderful. First grade....True story.

One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate the building materials for his home.

She read, "....And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?'"

The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?"

One little boy raised his hand! and said, "I think he said "Holy Shit! A talking pig!'"

The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-18-2002, 04:19 PM:
 
Rated G Help a Class Project

Hi:

I am a science teacher at an elementary school in
Los Angeles, California. A few of my sixth grade
students are working on a project for our 2002
Science Fair to be held May 8-9, 2002. We are
trying to see where, and how fast e-mail can travel
in a period of six weeks.

We are keeping track of how many e-mails we get
back, and what cities, states, and countries they are
coming from. We are hoping that you will be willing
to help us with our project!

There are only 2 simple steps that will help us to track this
email:

1. Please send an e-mail to the following address:
science2002fair@yahoo.com In the subject of the
e-mail please include your city, state, and country.
You do not need to include your name.
Please respond only one time

2. Please forward this e-mail to everyone on your mailing list.
We will be keeping track of the number of responses,
as well as the locations. Therefore, send them even
to people in the same town. In our science project,
we are trying to demonstrate how fast and how far
information can travel on the Internet in a six week period.


If you receive this e-mail after May 1, 2002, please
disregard it, since the project will be over.

Thank you VERY much for your help!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-19-2002, 04:25 PM:
 
Rated G

Please read everyone. Very good information to pass on, especially to
young women!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never even knew about this #77 feature!

This actually happened to one of my dearest new friend's daughter. Her daughter, Lauren, is 19yrs old and a sophomore in college. This happened to her over the Christmas/New Year's holiday break. It was the Saturday before New Year's and it was about 1PM in the afternoon.

Lauren was driving from here, Winchester, to visit a friend in Warrenton.For those of you who are familiar with the area, she was taking 50 East towards Middleburg and then was going to cut over to 66 via 17.Those of you who aren't familiar with this area - 50 East is a main road (55mph and two lanes each side with a big median separating East and West lanes), but is somewhat secluded, meaning mostly residents along the road, rather than commercial businesses. Lauren was actually following behind a state police car shortly after she left Winchester and was going just over 65mph since she was following behind him.

An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on.

My friend and her husband have 4 children (highschool and college age) and have always told them never to pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather wait until they get to a gas station, etc.

So Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called #77
on her cell phone to tell the dispatcher that she would not pull over right away.

She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there were two police cars, one unmarked behind her and one marked in front of her. The dispatcher checked if there were 2 police cars where she was. There wasn't and she was connected to the policeman in front of her and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back-up already on the way. Ten mins later four cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind.

They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground..........the man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes.

Thank God Lauren listened to her parents! She was shaken up, but fine. I never knew that bit of advice, but especially for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked car in a secluded area.

In fact, even a marked car after dark should follow you to a populated area.

Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going to a"safe" place. You obviously need to make some signals that you acknowledge them (i.e. put on your hazard lights) or call #77 like Lauren did. I am so thankful that my friend was just sitting at our book club meeting telling us this scary story, rather than us at her house consoling her!

Be safe and pass this on to your friends. Awareness is everything
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-22-2002, 02:48 PM:
 
Rated G

TWO TRAVELING ANGELS

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.

The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room.
Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.

As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it.

When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem."

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.

After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.

When the sun came up the next morning the angelsfound the farmer and his wife in tears.

Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.

The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen?

The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused.

The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die.

"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.

"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.

Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it."

"Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead.

Things aren't always what they seem."

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-22-2002, 02:58 PM:
 
According to a news report, a certain private school in Victoria recently was faced with a unique problem.

A number of 12 year old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom.

That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.

Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back.

Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night.

To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.

He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.

Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. There are teachers, and then there are educators.....
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-24-2002, 12:26 PM:
 
Rated G

What do you think??

Conspiracy, We Must Stop This

Have you ever noticed that when you're of a certain age, everything seems uphill from where you are? Stairs are steeper. Groceries are heavier. And, everything is farther away. Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was dumbfounded to discover how long our street had become!

And, you know, people are less considerate now, especially the young ones. They speak in whispers all the time! If you ask them to speak up they just keep repeating themselves, endlessly mouthing the same silent message until they're red in the face! What do they think I am, a lip reader?

I also think they are much younger than I was at the same age. On the other hand, people my own age are so much older than I am. I ran into an old friend the other day and she has aged so much that she didn't even recognize me.

I got to thinking about the poor dear while I was combing my hair this morning, and in doing so, I glanced at my own refection........Well, REALLY NOW ......... even mirrors are not made the way they used to be!

Another thing, everyone drives so fast today! You're risking life and limb if you just happen to pull onto the freeway in front of them. All I can say is, their brakes must wear out awfully fast, the way I see them screech and swerve in my rear view mirror.

Clothing manufacturers are less civilized these days. Why else would they suddenly start labeling a size 10 or 12 dress as 18 or 20? Do they think no one notices that these things no longer fit around the waist, hips, thighs, and bosom?

The people who make bathroom scales are pulling the same prank, but in reverse. Do they think I actually "believe" the number I see on that dial? HA! I would never let myself weigh that much! Just who do these people think they're fooling?

I'd like to call up someone in authority to report what's going on -but the telephone company is in on the conspiracy too: they've printed the phone books in such small type that no one could ever find a number in here!

All I can do is pass along this warning: Maturity is under attack! Unless something drastic happens, pretty soon "everyone" will have to suffer these awful indignities.

PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE SO WE CAN GET THIS CONSPIRACY STOPPED!


PS: I am sending this to you in a larger font size, because something has caused fonts to be smaller than they once were too!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-25-2002, 10:52 AM:
 
Rated G Written by John Akers

I hear we are going to hit close to $3.00 a gallon by the summer.  Want gasoline prices to come down? We need to take some intelligent, united action. Phillip Hollsworth, offered this good idea:

This makes MUCH MORE SENSE than the "don't buy gas on a certain Day"
campaign that was going around last April or May! The oil companies just laughed
at that because they knew we wouldn't continue to "hurt" ourselves by refusing
to buy gas. It was more of an inconvenience to us than it was a problem for
them. BUT, whoever thought of this idea has come up with a plan that can really work.

Please read it and join with us!

By now you're probably thinking gasoline priced at about $1.50 is super cheap. Me too! It is currently $1.97 for regular unleaded in my town.(California)

Now that the oil companies and the OPEC nations have conditioned us to think that the cost of a gallon of gas is CHEAP at $1.50- $1.75,we need to take aggressive action to teach them that BUYERS control themarketplace....not sellers. With the price of gasoline going up more each day, we consumers need to  take action. The only way we are going to see the price of gas come down is if we hit someone in the pocket book that WITHOUT hurting ourselves. How?

Since we all rely on our cars, we can't just stop buying gas. But we CAN
have an impact on gas prices if we all act together to force a Price war.

Here's the idea:

For the rest of this year, DON'T purchase ANY gasoline from The two
biggest companies (which now are one), EXXON and MOBIL. If they are not selling
any gas, they will be inclined to reduce their prices. If they reduce their prices, the other companies will have to follow suit. But to have an
impact, we need to reach literally millions of Exxon and Mobil gas buyers. It's really simple to do!! Now, don't wimp out on me at this point...keep reading and I'll explain how simple it is to reach millions of people!!

I am sending this note to about thirty people. If each of you send it to at least ten more (30 x 10 = 300)... and those 300 send it to at least ten more (300 x 10 = 3,000) ... and so on, by the time the message reaches the sixth generation of people, we will have reached over THREE MILLION consumers!
.
.

If those three million get excited and pass this on to ten friends each,then 30 million people will have been contacted! If it goes one level further,you guessed  it..... THREE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE!!!

Again, all you have to do is send this to 10 people. That's all.

(If you don't understand how we can reach 300 million and all you have to do is send this to 10 people.... well, let's face it, you just aren't a mathematician. But I am... so trust me on this one.)

How long would all that take? If each of us sends this email out to ten more people within one day of receipt, all 300 MILLION people could conceivably be contacted within the next 8 days!!! I'll bet you didn't think you and I had that much potential, did you?

Acting together we can make a difference.  If this makes sense to you, please
pass this message on.

PLEASE HOLD OUT UNTIL THEY LOWER THEIR PRICES AND KEEP THEM DOWN. THIS CAN REALLY WORK. YOU KNOW THEY LOVE HOLIDAYS AND SUMMER TRAVELERS.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-30-2002, 07:44 AM:
 
Rated G From a Canadian Cousin

Read Each One Carefully and Think About It a Second or Two


1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.


2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.


3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.


5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.


6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.


7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.


8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.


9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.


10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.


11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.


12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.


13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.


REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-02-2002, 09:17 AM:
 
Rated G

This is very interesting, read on......

What happens when a president gets elected in a year with a "0" (zero) at the end? Also notice it goes in increments of 20 years.

And LOOK! Year 2000 is where it lands!

1840: William Henry Harrison (Died in Office)

1860: Abraham Lincoln (Assassinated)

1880: James A. Garfield (Assassinated)

1900: William McKinley (Assassinated)

1920: Warren G. Harding (Died in Office)

1940: Franklin D. Roosevelt (Died in Office)

1960: John F. Kennedy (Assassinated)

1980: Ronald Reagan (Survived Assassination Attempt)

2000: George Bush (???)


And to think that we had 2 guys duking it out in the courts to be the one elected in 2000.

You might be interested in this next part.

Have a history teacher explain this ---- If they can.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.


Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford'.

Kennedy was shot in a car called a 'Lincoln' made by Ford.

Booth ran from the theater and was caug! ht in a warehouse.

Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials!

And here's the kicker

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-07-2002, 06:21 AM:
 
Rated G

The Trouble Tree

I hired a carpenter to help me restore an old farmhouse. He had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.


On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again." "Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."


THIS ONE IS WORTH SENDING ON.

We all need one of those trees next to our sidewalk.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-13-2002, 10:31 AM:
 
Rated G

NO CAFFEINE, NO BOOZE, NO PILLS...

If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can get going without pep pills,

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 everyday and be grateful for it,

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

If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when,
through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,

If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him,

If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,

If you can face the world without lies and deceit,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can say honestly that deep in your heart
you have no prejudice against creed,
color, religion or politics,

Then, my friend,...you are almost as good as your dog!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-22-2002, 07:48 AM:
 
Rated G

After hearing that the state of Florida changed its opinion and let a Muslim woman have her picture on her drivers license with her face covered, I believe this is even more appropriate.

Read on, please!

This is an Editorial written by an American citizen, published in a Tampa Newspaper.

IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT.

I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans.

However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely comprised of descendants ofimmigrants. However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand.

This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity.

As Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom. We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language.

Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language! "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider
another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture. If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from.

This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But, once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our national motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you to take advantage of one other great American freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-24-2002, 08:48 AM:
 
Rated G

!!! BREAD IS DANGEROUS !!!
-------------------------------

I've done a little research, and what I'vediscovered should make anyone think twice....

1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread users.

2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests.

3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth; and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever, and influenza ravaged whole nations.

4. More than 90 percent of violent crimes are committed within 24 hours of eating bread.

5. Bread is made from a substance called "dough." It has been proven that as little as one pound of dough can be used to suffocate a mouse. The average American eats more bread than that in one month!

6. Primitive tribal societies that have no bread exhibit a low incidence of cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease, and osteoporosis.

7. Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread and given only water to eat begged for bread after as little as two days.

8. Bread is often a "gateway" food item, leading the user to "harder" items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter, and even cold cuts.

9. Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you into a soggy, gooey bread- pudding person.

10. Newborn babies can choke on bread.

11. Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 400 degrees Fahrenheit! That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than one minute.

12. Most American bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical babbling.
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In light of these frightening statistics,we propose the following bread restrictions:

1. No sale of bread to minors.

2. A nationwide "Just Say No To Toast" campaign,
complete celebrity TV spots and bumper stickers.

3. A 300 percent federal tax on all bread to pay for all the societal ills we might associate with bread.

4. No animal or human images, nor any primary colors (which may appeal to children) may be used to promote bread usage.

5. The establishment of "Bread-free" zones around schools.

Please send this e-mail on to everyone you know who cares about this crucial issue.

Remember: Think idiotically, act globally!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-04-2002, 08:05 AM:
 
Rated G

I'm going to be the best friend you ever had.

I'm going to listen to you like no one has
Even if I might be too busy.
I'm going to be there when it counts
Not this time, but every time you need it.
I'm going to be the best friend you ever had.

I'm going to be your support, lifting you up
Whether I have the strength to or not.
I'm going to treat you like it's your birthday
Not that day, but every single day of the year.
I'm going to be the best friend you ever had.

I'll listen to you
I'll offer you advice
I'll play with you
Sometimes letting you win.
I'll be there for you
When you're filled up with strife
I'll pray for you
When you're struggling in life

I'm going to be the best friend you've ever had.
This day, the next and forever...
Why?
Because that's the kind of friend you are for me.

~Written by Dobhran~
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-09-2002, 08:58 AM:
 
Rated G

Lunch With God:
----------------------

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root beer and he started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old man. He was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.

He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.

Again, he smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug. He gave him his biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.

She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy? "He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? He's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"

Meanwhile, the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected."

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!

Send this to people who have touched your life in a special way.

Let them know how important they are.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-09-2002, 08:38 PM:
 
Rated PG

YES, I'M A BAD AMERICAN

by George Carlin


I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American. I am George Carlin.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some mid level governmental functionary be it Democratic or Republican!

I'm in touch with my feelings and I like it that way, damn it!

I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer, it makes you a smart American.

I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything.

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, try to do it in English.

I think firewor! ks should be legal on the 4th of July.

I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. In fact, if your parents are footing the bill to put your pansy ass through 4 years plus, of college, you haven't begun to be enlightened.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.

My heroes are John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and whoever canceled Jerry Springer.

I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time arguing about it.

I think global warming is a big lie. Where are all those experts now, when I'm freezing my ass off during these long winters and paying, paying, paying?

I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I didn't wander forty years In the desert after getting chased out of Egypt. I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you! So, shut-the-Hell-up alr! eady.

I want to know which church is it exactly where the R everend Jesse Jackson practices, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution. Can I get an AMEN on that one?

I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you're running from them.

I also think they have the right to pull your ass over if you're breaking the law, regardless of what color you are.

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.

I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me crap or trying to guilt me into making "donations" to their cause. These people should be targets.

I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents.

I believe if she has her lips on your Willie, it's sex, and this applies even if you are President of the United States.

And what the hell is going on with gas price! s... again?

If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American.

If you are a BAD American too, please forward this to everyone you know.

We need our country back!
 


Posted by Steve Kraus (Member # 476) on 06-09-2002, 11:17 PM:
 
NOT written by George Carlin. Visit http://www.georgecarlin.com for info on this and other fakes.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-18-2002, 05:41 AM:
 
Rated G

TIPS FOR HARDLY WORKING!

Here are some tips for looking like you are working hard:

Never walk down the hall without a document in your hands. People with documents in their hands look like hardworking employees heading for important meetings. People with nothing in their hands look like they're heading for the cafeteria. People with a newspaper in their hand look like they're heading for the toilet. Above all, make sure you carry loads of stuff home with you at night, thus generating the false impression that you work longer hours than you do.

Use computers to look busy. Any time you use a computer, it looks like "work" to the casual observer. You can send and receive personal e-mail, calculate your finances and generally have a blast without doing anything remotely related to work. These aren't exactly the societal benefits that the proponents of the computer revolution would like to talk about but they're not bad either. When you get caught by your boss and you *will* get caught - your best defense is to claim you're teaching yourself to use new software, thus saving valuable training dollars.

Messy desk. Top management can get away with a clean desk. For the rest of us, it looks like you're not working hard enough. Build huge piles of documents around your workspace. To the observer, last year's work looks the same as today's work; it's volume that counts. Pile them high and wide. If you know somebody is coming to your cubicle, bury the document you'll need halfway down in an existing stack and rummage for it when he/she arrives.

Voice Mail. Never answer your phone if you have voice mail. People don't call you just because they want to give you something for nothing - they call because they want YOU to do work for THEM. That's no way to live. Screen all your calls through voice mail. If somebody leaves a voice mail message for you and it sounds like impending work, respond during lunch hour when you know they're not there - it looks like you're hardworking and conscientious even though you're being a devious weasel. If you diligently employ the method of screening incoming calls and then
returning calls when nobody is there, this will greatly increase the odds that the caller will give up or look for a solution that doesn't involve you. The sweetest voice mail message you can ever hear is: "Ignore my last message. I took care of it". If your voice mailbox has a limit on the number of messages it can hold, make sure you reach that limit frequently. One way to do that is to never erase any incoming messages. If that takes too long, send yourself a few messages. Your callers will hear a recorded message that says, "Sorry, this mailbox is full" - a sure sign that you are a hardworking employee in high demand.

Looking Impatient and Annoyed. According to George Costanza, one should also always try to look impatient and annoyed to give your bosses the impression that you are always busy.

Appear to Work Late. Always leave the office late, especially when the boss is still around. You could read magazines and storybooks that you always wanted to read but have no time until late before leaving. Make sure you walk past the boss' room on your way out. Send important emails at unearthly hours (e.g. 9:35pm, 7:05am, etc...) and during public holidays.

Creative Sighing for Effect. Sigh loudly when there are many people around, giving the impression that you are very hard pressed.

Stacking Strategy. It is not enough to pile lots of documents on the table. Put lots of books on the floor etc. . . .Can always borrow from library. Thick computer manuals are the best.

Build Vocabulary. Read up on some computer magazines and pick out all the jargon and new products. Use it freely when in conversation with bosses. Remember: They don't have to understand what you say, but you sure sound impressive.

MOST IMPORTANTLY: DON'T forward this to your boss by mistake!!!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-22-2002, 09:12 AM:
 
Rated G

EVERYTHING HAPPANS FOR A REASON

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there…to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul.

Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create whom you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.

Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold you head up because you have every right to.

Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create you own life and then go out and live it.

Share this with anyone whom you believe has made a difference in your life!

"If you take your eyes off your goals, all you see is obstacles."

~Author Unknown~

Submitted by: Harry Updegraff, Jr.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-01-2002, 12:13 PM:
 
God Didn't Make Perfect Mother's

"May I go now?" the almost completed, eager mother asked.

"Not yet. There are essential parts and finishing touches to be added," her Maker replied.

"I look pretty good to me," she said, peering into the crystal pool at her feet.

"True, you're looking better all the time. But bear with me."

"What does a mother have to do, God, besides wash, feed, and clothe little bodies?"


God only smiled and continued working.

"What are you doing now?" the curious mother-to-be questioned.

"Tightening your anger valve. If this doesn't work, everyone is in trouble."

She watched as He reached for the container marked patience.

"And what do I need patience for?" she asked as He poured in quite a supply.

"After a week you will know, my child."


"And whatever could that be?"

"This is your bypass mechanism. It enables a mother to operate efficiently for long periods of time without compliments from her children."

"I'm sure I won't need that."

"I'm sure you will."

Then God reached for a bundle labeled insulation against loud noises.

"You can skip that," she told him. "I don't mind a little noise."

"That's nice," He said.

Seeing all the energy He was preparing to give her, she shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. "I wouldn't need all that energy in a million years."

"Little you know. You will use all of this and be begging for more before long."

"I didn't know there was so much involved in being a mother. You're not just putting me on, are you?"

"No, little mother."

With much apprehension, "Are you sure I can handle the job?"

"Quite sure...with help. I'm always available when you need me."

"I'm glad to know that. What could I possible need all these for?"

"A certain amount of pain, so that you will be fully equipped to sympathize with and minister to the needs of your children when they feel pain; tears, so that you will be able to cry with them when they are hurt; and laughter to blend with theirs for happy times."

The mother-in-waiting fidgeted while God attached yes and no buttons.

"Wouldn't it be nicer just to say yes to my children all the time?"

"Definitely not. Good mothers need to say no--and often. Say it with kindness and they will respect you for it."

"Have you equipped me with this thing called kindness, Lord?"


"I have indeed."

"And what about respect? Do I have to respect my children?"

"Absolutely."

The anxious mother tried to be patient as God installed a question answered, advice giver, get along without sleep, and a pretender not to notice.

"I know I wouldn't use one of those!" she said, as God came toward her with a let-go lever.

"Sure you will, though it's hard. This is a vital piece of equipment. Until this little lever is released, your children will not have room to grow properly, make their own decisions, or develop their own personalities."

"I guess that is important."

God stood back a few steps to appraise His work, then reached for a coat of love and wrapped it around her. "Wear this at all times, and you'll be a good mother."

~Author Unknown~
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-01-2002, 01:25 PM:
 

Rated G

Bank Account

If you had a bank that credited $86,400 to your account each morning, carried over the balance from day to day,allowed you to keep no cash in your account at the end of 24 hours, canceled out whatever partof that amount you failed to use, what would you do?

Try to spend every cent, of course!

Well, everyone does have such a bank, and its name is TIME.
Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds.

The next morning at the same hourit rules as lost whatever of thisyou failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance and allows no overdrafts.

If you don't use the day's deposit, the loss is yours.
There is no going back, no drawing against tomorrow.

How do you spend your daily surplus?

Best wishes for an Enormous Return on your investment Today.

~Author Unknown~
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-09-2002, 09:05 AM:
 
Rated G

One step at a time is the best way to go.

When going through life
and traveling in
the direction of
your dreams,

the best way
to get ahead
is the simplest way:
Take one step at a time.

Don't look over
your shoulder;
if you do,
you'll feel
the weight

of all your
yesterdays
upon you.
And don't worry
about what lies ahead.

By the time you get
to the bend in the road
or the crest of the hill,

you're going to be better
and stronger than
you ever were before.

Just go one step at a time,
one day at a time.

And you'll find
a rich, thankful life
you never thought
you could afford.

~by Adrian Rogers~


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-09-2002, 09:24 AM:
 
Rated G

Juggling Your Life

Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air.
You name them - work, family, health, friends and spirit, and you're keeping all of these in the air.

You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back.
But the other four balls: family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass.

If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same.

You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.

How?

Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.
It is because we're different that each of us is special.

Don't set your goals too high by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.

Don't take for granted things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would life, for without them, life is meaningless.

Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living life only one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.

Don't give up when you have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.
It is this fragile thread that binds us and hold us together.

Don't be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn to be brave.
Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but also where you are going.

Don't forget that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.

Don't be afraid to learn.
Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.
Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved.

Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.

~"Five Balls" Author Unknown~

Essay submitted by: Harry Updegraff, Jr.
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-11-2002, 06:56 AM:
 
Rated G Interesting reading - Bob

Not to make light of September 11th BUT.......................

What's a Military Family Worth?
by Rush Limbaugh, March 11, 2002

I think the vast differences in compensation between the victims of the September 11th casualty, and those who die serving the country in uniform, are profound.

No one is really talking about it either because you just don't criticize anything having to do with September 11th.

Well, I just can't let the numbers pass by because it says something really disturbing about the entitlement mentality of this country.

If you lost a family member in the September 11th attack, you're going to get an average of $1,185,000. The range is a minimum guarantee of $250,000, all the way up to $4.7 million.

If you are a surviving family member of an American soldier killed in action, the first check you get is a $6,000 direct death benefit, half of which is taxable.

Next, you get $1,750 for burial costs.

If you are the surviving spouse, you get $833 a month until you remarry.

And there's a payment of $211 per month for each child under 18.When the child hits 18, those payments come to a screeching halt.

Keep in mind that some of the people that are getting an average of $1.185 million up to $4.7 million are complaining that it's not enough.

We also learned over the weekend that some of the victims from the Oklahoma City bombing have started an organization asking for the same deal that the September 11th families are getting.

In addition to that, some of the families of those bombed in the embassies are now asking for compensation as well.

You see where this is going, don't you?

Folks, this is part and parcel of over fifty years of entitlement politics in this country.

It's just really sad.

"Patriotism is not a short and frenzied outburst of emotion but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime."-Adlai E. Stevenson, Jr.

Every time when a pay raise comes up for the military they usually receive next to nothing of a raise.

Now the green machine is in combat in the Middle East while their families have to survive on food stamps and live in low rent housing.

However our own U.S. Congress just voted themselves a raise, and many of you don't know that they only have to be in Congress one-time to receive a pension that is more than $15,000 per month and most are now equal to be millionaires plus.

They also do not receive Social Security on retirement because they didn't have to pay into the system.

If some of the military people stay in for 20 years and get out as an E-7 you may receive a pension of $1,000 per month, and the very people who placed you in harms way receive a pension of $15,000 per month.

I would like to see our elected officials pick up a weapon and join ranks before they start cutting out benefits and lowering pay for our sons and daughters who are now fighting.

" When do we finally do something about this ??"
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-16-2002, 11:21 AM:
 
Rated G Contributed by Samantha in Germany

I dreamed I had an interview with God.

"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?"

"If you have the time," I said.

God smiled and said: "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything; What questions do you have in mind to ask me?"

"What surprises you most about mankind?"

God answered:

"That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to grow up, and then long to be children again.

"That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health.

"That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future.

"That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had never lived."

God's hands took mine and we were silent for awhile and then I asked...

"As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?"

God replied with a smile:

"To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can do is to let themselves be loved.

"To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their lives, but who they have in their lives.

"To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. All will be judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis!

"To learn that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.

"To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.

"To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.

"To learn that there are persons that love them dearly, but simply do not know how to express or show their feelings.

"To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.

"To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it totally different.

"To learn that a true friend is someone who knows everything about them...and likes them anyway.

"To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others, but that they have to forgive themselves."

I sat there for awhile enjoying the moment. I thanked Him for his time and for all that He has done for me and my family, and He replied, "Anytime. I'm here 24 hours a day. All you have to do is ask for me, and I'll answer."

~Author Unknown ~

I will always be there
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-24-2002, 10:20 AM:
 
Rated G

America Answers


Osama Bin Laden, your time is short;
We'd rather you die, than come to court.

Why are you hiding if it was in God's name?
Your just a punk with a turban; a pathetic shame.

I have a question, about your theory and laws;
"How come you never die for the cause?"

Is it because you're a coward who counts on others?
Well here in America, we stand by our brothers.

As is usual, you failed in your mission;
If you expected pure chaos, you can keep on wishing

Americans are now focused and stronger than ever;
Your death has become our next endeavor.

What you tried to kill, doesn't live in our walls;
It's not in buildings or shopping malls.

If all of our structures came crashing down;
It would still be there, safe and sound.

Because pride and courage can't be destroyed;
Even if the towers leave a deep void.

We'll band together and fill the holes
We'll bury our dead and bless their souls.

But then our energy will focus on you;
And you'll feel the wrath of theRed, White and Blue.

So slither and hide like a snake in the grass;
Because America's coming to kick your ass!!!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-05-2002, 02:37 AM:
 
Rated G

THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE

Here's a quick quiz:

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America
contest.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or
Pulitzer prize.

5. Name the last six Academy Award winners for
Best Actor & Actress.

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series
Winners.


How did you do?

The point is, none of us remembers
the headliners of yesterday.
These are not second-rate achievers.
They're the best in their fields.

But the applause dies.
Awards tarnish.
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried
with their owners.


Now here's another quiz.
See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey
through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you
through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you
something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel
appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time
with.

6. Name a half dozen heroes whose stories have
inspired you.

Easier, isn't it?

So what's the lesson?

The people who make a difference in your life
aren't the ones with the most credentials,
the most money, or the most awards.
They're the ones who care.

When you have a chance,
pass this on to people
who've made a difference in your life.

I just did!

~Author Unknown~


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-21-2002, 10:26 AM:
 
Rated X Amber in Toronto

The Best Chain Letter Ever

Hello, my name is Amber and I suffer from the guilt of not forwarding 50 billion fucking chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, a poor 6-year-old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents sell her to a travelling freak show.

Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you, and everyone to whom you send "his" email, $1000?

How stupid are we?

"Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get laid by a model I just ! happen to run into the next day!"

What a bunch of bullshit.

Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my house and sodomize me in my sleep for not continuing a chain letter that was started by Peter in 5 AD and brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower.

Fuck them.

If you're going to forward something, at least send me something
mildly amusing. I've seen all the "send this to 10 of your closest friends,and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient being" forwards about 90 times.

I don't fucking care.

Show a little intelligence and think about! what you're actually
contributing to by sending out these forwards. Chances are, it's
our own unpopularity.

The point being? If you get some chain letter that's threatening
to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it. If it's funny, send it on.

Don't piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in
Botswana with no teeth who has been tied to the ass of a dead
elephant for 27 years and whose only salvation is the 5 cents per
letter he'll receive if you forward this email.

Now forward this to everyone you know.

Otherwise, tomorrow morning your underwear will turn carnivorous and will consume your genitals.

Have a nice day.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-29-2002, 10:05 AM:
 
Rated G

The mantra must leave your hands within 96 hours. You will get a very
pleasant surprise. This is true even if you are not superstitious.


Instructions for Life in the new millennium from the Dalai Lama:

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great
risk.

2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

3. Follow the three R's: Respect for self, respect for others,
responsibility for all your actions.

4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke
of luck.

5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.

6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct
it.

8. Spend some time alone everyday.

9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.

10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

11. Live a good, honorable life. Then, when you get older and think back,
you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.

12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current
situation.

14. Don't bring up the past.

15. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.

16. Be gentle with the earth.

17. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.

18. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for
each other exceeds your need for each other.


19. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

20. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.

Do not keep this message. The mantra must leave your hands within 96
hours.

You will get a very pleasant surprise (this is true even if you are not
superstitious) if you send it to:

* 0-4 people: Your life will improve slightly.

* 5-9 people: Your life will improve to your liking.

9-14 people: You will have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks.

To Thine Own Self Be True
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-04-2002, 08:36 PM:
 
Rated G

READ ALL THE WAY TO THE END-THERE'S A TRICK TO IT.

Finally a Barbie I can relate to. At long last, here are some NEW Barbie dolls to coincide with her and OUR aging gracefully. These are a bit more realistic...

1. Bifocals Barbie. Comes with her own set of blended-lens fashion frames in six wild colors (half-frames too!), neck chain, and large-print editions of Vogue and Martha Stewart Living.

2. Hot Flash Barbie. Press Barbie's bellybutton and watch her face turn beet red while tiny drops of perspiration appear on her forehead. Comes with handheld fan and tiny tissues.

3. Facial Hair Barbie. As Barbie's hormone levels shift, see her whiskers grow. Available with teensy tweezers and magnifying mirror.

4. Flabby Arms Barbie. Hide Barbie's droopy triceps with these new,roomier-sleeved gowns. Good news on the tummy front, two-MuMus with tummy-support panels are included.

5. Bunion Barbie. Years of disco dancing in stiletto heels have definitely taken their toll on Barbie's dainty arched feet. Soothe her sores with the pumice stone and plasters, then slip on soft terry mules.

6. No-More-Wrinkles Barbie. Erase those pesky crow's-feet and lip lines with a tube of Skin Sparkle-Spackle, from Barbie's own line of exclusive age-blasting cosmetics.

7. Soccer Mom Barbie. All that experience as a cheerleader is really paying off as Barbie dusts off her old high school megaphone to root for Babs and Ken, Jr. Comes with minivan in robin-egg blue or white and cooler filled with doughnut holes and fruit punch.

8. Mid-life Crisis Barbie. It's time to ditch Ken. Barbie needs a change, and Alonzo (her personal trainer) is just what the doctor ordered, along with Prozac. They're hopping in her new red Miata and heading for the Napa Valley to open a B&B. Includes a real tape of "Breaking Up Is Hard to Do."

9. Divorced Barbie. Sells for$ 199.99. Comes with Ken's house, Ken's car, and Ken's boat.

10. Recovery Barbie. Too many parties have finally caught up with the ultimate party girl. Now she does Twelve Steps instead of dance steps. Clean and sober, she's going to meetings religiously. Comes with a little copy of The Big Book and a six-pack of Diet Coke.

11. Post-Menopausal Barbie. This Barbie wets her pants when she sneezes, forgets where she puts things, and cries a lot. She is sick and tired of Ken sitting on the couch watching the tube, clicking through the channels. Comes with Depends and Kleenex. As a bonus this year, the book "Getting In Touch with Your Inner Self" is included.


If you forward to 11 people a video comes on your screen. This works. I don't know how...but it works This is the coolest thing I've ever gotten! All you have to do is send it to 11 people and this little video comes up on your screen and shows the funniest clip. I can't tell you what it is, but I couldn't stop laughing so hard I was crying! So spend a few seconds to send this and you'll be glad you did!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-08-2002, 09:32 AM:
 
Rated G

Dear Terrorists,

I am a Naval Aviator. I was born and raised on a small farm in Oklahoma. I come from a family of 5. I was raised in a middle class home and was taught my values by my mother and father.

My dad worked a series of jobs in finance and my mom took care of us kids. We were not an overly religious family but attended church most Sundays. It was a nice small Catholic Church. I was the youngest in my family. I was the first in many generations to attend college.

I have flown Naval aircraft for 16 years. For me the flying was never a life long dream or a "calling," it just happened. I needed a job and I liked the challenge.

I continue to do it today because I feel it is important to give back to a nation which has given so much to me. I do it because, although I will never be rich, my family will be comfortable. I do it because many of my friends have left for the airlines and someone has to do it.

My government has spent millions to train me to fly these multi-million dollar aircraft. I make about 70,000 dollars a year and after 20 years will be offered a pension.

I like baseball but think the players make too much money. I am in awe of firemen and policemen and what they do each day for my community. I respect my elders and always use sir or ma'am when addressing a stranger.

I'm not sure about kids these days but I think that's normal for every generation. I voted for George Bush not for his IQ but because I like him. I think I made a pretty good choice.

I tell you all this because when I come for you I want you to know me. I won't be hiding behind a woman or a child. I won't be disguised or pretending to be something I am not.

I will be in a US issue flight suit. I will be wearing standard US issue flight gear, and I will be flying a Navy aircraft clearly marked as a US warplane.

I wish we could meet up close in a small room where I could wrap my hands around your throat and slowly squeeze the life out of you but, unfortunately, you're hiding in a hole in the ground so we will have to do this a different way.

I want you to know also that I am very good at what I do. I can put a 2,000 lb weapon through a window from 10,000 feet up. I generally only fight at night so you may want to start sleeping during the day. I am not eager to die for my country but I am willing to sacrifice my life to protect it from animals like you. I will do everything in my power to ensure no civilians are hurt as I take aim at you.

My countrymen are a forgiving bunch. Many are already forgetting what you did on Sept 11th. But I will not forget and my President will not forget. I am coming. I hope you know me a little bit better, see you soon...sleep tight.

Signed ............a US Navy Pilot

Thumper North Dakota VROC # 5885 & # 7720 W.A.R.B. #062 & #063
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-09-2002, 07:40 AM:
 
Rated G

THE GREATEST MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM IN THE WORLD

Moses and the people were in the desert, but what was he going to do with them. They had to be fed, and fed is what they did, according to the Quartermaster General in the Army. It was reported that Moses would have had 1500 tons of food each day.

Do you know that to bring that much food each day, two freight trains, each a mile long, would be required! Besides you must remember, they were out in the desert, so they would have to have firewood to use in cooking the food. This would take 4000 tons of wood and a few more freight trains, each a mile long just for one day.

And just think, they were forty years in transit and oh yes, they would have to have water. If only they had enough water to drink and wash a few dishes, it would take 11,000.000 gallons each day, and a freight train with tank cars, 1800 miles long, just to bring in water!

And then another thing! They had to cross the Red Sea at night. (They did?) Now, if they went on a narrow path, double file, the line would be 800 miles long and would require 35 days and nights to get through. So there had to be space in the Red Sea, 3 miles wide so that they could walk 5,000 abreast to get over in one night.

But then, there is another problem. Each time they camped at the end of the day, a campground two-thirds the size of Rhode Island was required, or a total of 750 square miles long… Think of it! These spaces just for nightly camping.

Do you think Moses figured all this out before he left Egypt? I think not! You see Moses believed in God. God took care of these things for him.

Let us take courage, we have the same God. We think our problems are so big. Remember what God can do!

~By Dr. Danny Kellum~
Story submitted by: Harry Updegraff


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-10-2002, 07:01 AM:
 
Rated G

GETTING OLD

You know you're getting old when....

Everything hurts; and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work.

The gleam in your eyes is from the sun hitting your bifocals.

You feel like the morning after and you haven't been anywhere.

Your little black book contains only names ending in M.D.

Your children begin to look middle aged

You finally reach the top of the ladder and find it leaning against the wrong wall.

Your mind makes contracts that your body can't meet.

You look forward to a dull evening.

Your favorite part of the newspaper is "20 years ago today."

You turn out the lights for economic rather than romantic reasons.

You sit in a rocking chair and can't get it going.

Your knees buckle and your belt won't.

You regret all those mistakes you made resisting temptation.

You're 17 around the neck, 42 around the waist, and 106 around the golf course.

Your back goes out more than you do.

A fortune teller offers to read your face.

Your pacemaker makes the garage door go up when you see a pretty girl.

The little old gray haired lady you help across the street is your wife.

You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.

You have too much room in the house and not enough in the medicine cabinet.

You know all the answers but nobody asks you the questions.

 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-20-2002, 12:46 PM:
 


Rated G

HOW DO YOU EAT YOUR OREO'S

Psychologists have discovered that the manner in which people eat Oreo cookies provides great insight into their personalities. Choose which method best describes your favorite method of eating Oreos:

1. The whole thing all at once.

2. One bite at a time

3. Slow and methodical nibbles examining the
results of each bite afterwards.

4. In little feverous nibbles.

5. Dunked in some liquid (milk, coffee...).

6. Twisted apart, the inside, then the cookie.

7. Twisted apart, the inside, and toss the
cookie.

8. Just the cookie, not the inside.

9. I just like to lick them, not eat them.

10. I don't have a favorite way because I don't
like Oreos.


Your Personality:

1. The whole thing:

This means you consume life with abandon, you are fun to be with, exciting, carefree with some hint of recklessness. You are totally irresponsible. No one should trust you with their children.

2. One bite at a time:

You are lucky to be one of the 5.4 billion other people who eat their Oreos this very same way. Just like them, you lack imagination, but that's okay, not to worry, you're normal.

3. Slow and Methodical:

You follow the rules. You're very tidy and orderly. You're very meticulous in every detail with every thing you do to the point of being anal retentive and irritating to others. Stay out of the fast lane if you're only going to go the speed limit.


4. Feverous Nibbles:

Your boss likes you because you get your work done quickly. You always have a million things to do and never enough time to do them. Mental breakdowns and suicides run in your family. Valium and Ritalin would do you good.

5. Dunked:

Every one likes you because you are always up beat. You like to sugar coat unpleasant experiences and rationalize bad situations into good ones. You are in total denial about the shambles you call a life. You have a propensity towards narcotic addiction.

6. Twisted apart, the inside, and then the cookie:

You have a highly curious nature. You take pleasure in breaking things apart to find out how they work, though not always able to put them back together, so you destroy all the evidence of your activities. You deny your involvement when things go wrong. You are a compulsive liar and exhibit deviant, if not criminal, behavior.

7. Twisted apart, the inside, and then toss the cookie:

You are good at business and take risk that pay off. You take what you want and throw the rest away. You are greedy, selfish, mean, and lack feelings for others. You should be ashamed of yourself. But that's ok, you don't care, you got yours.

8. Just the cookie, not the inside:

You enjoy pain.

9. I just like to lick them, not eat them:

Stay away from small furry animals and seek professional medical help - immediately.

10. I don't have a favorite way, I don't like Oreos:

You probably come from a rich family, and like to wear nice things, and go to up-scale restaurants. You are particular and fussy about the things you buy, own, and wear. Things have to be just right. You like to be pampered. You are a priss.


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-29-2002, 10:49 AM:
 
Rated G JJ On the California Coast

"Hey Dad," My Son asked the other day, "what was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"

"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up."

"C'mon, seriously.  Where did you eat?" "We ate at home," I explained.

"Your Grandma cooked every day and when your Grandpa got home from work, we all sat down together at the table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I had to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, my Son was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer some serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to get my Father's permission to leave the table.

Here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I had figured his system could handle it.  My parents never: wore Levi's, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country, flew in a plane or had a credit card.

In their later years they had something called a "revolving charge card" but they never actually used it.  It was only good at Sears-Roebuck Or maybe it was Sears and Roebuck.  Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice.  This was because soccer back then was just for the girls.

We actually did walk to school.  By the time you were in the 6th grade it was not cool to ride the bus unless you lived more than 4 or 5 miles from the school, even when it was raining or there was ice or snow on the ground.

Outdoor sports consisted of stickball, snowball fights, building forts, making snowmen and sliding down hills on a piece of cardboard.  No skate boards, roller blades or trail bikes.

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 12.  It was, of course, black and white, but you could buy a piece of special colored plastic to cover the screen.  The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass.  The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza.  It was a Sam's Pizza at the East end of Fruit Street in Milford.  My friend, Steve took me there to try what he called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down and plastered itself against my chin. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

Pizzas were not delivered to your house back then, but the milk was. I looked forward to winter because the cream in the milk was on top of the bottle and it would freeze and push the cap off.  Of course us kids would get up first to get the milk and eat the frozen cream before our mother could catch us.

I never had a telephone in my room.  Actually the only phone in the house was in the hallway and it was on a party line.  Before you could make a call, you had to listen in to make sure someone else wasn't already using the line.  If the line was not in use an Operator would come on and ask "number please" and you would give her the number you wanted to call.

There was no such thing as a computer or a hand held calculator. We were required o memorize the "times tables." Believe it or not, we were tested each week on our ability to perform mathematics with nothing but a pencil and paper.  We took a spelling test every day.

There was no such thing as a "social promotion." If you flunked a class, you repeated that grade the following year.  Nobody was concerned about your "self esteem." We had to actually do something praiseworthy before we were praised. 

We learned that you had to earn respect.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and most all boys delivered newspapers.  I delivered the "Milford Daily News" six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents.  On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers.  My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home
on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut on screen.  Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they just didn't do that in the movies back then. I had no idea what they did in French movies. French movies were considered dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.

You never saw the Lone Ranger, Roy Rogers or anyone else actual kill someone.  The heroes back then would just shoot the gun out of the bad guys hand.  There was no blood and violence.

When you were sick, the Doctor actually came to your house.  No, I am not making this up.

Drugs were something you purchased at a pharmacy in order to cure an illness.

If we dared to "sass" our parents, or any other grown-up, we immediately found out what soap tasted like.  For more serious infractions, we learned about something called a "this hurts me more than it hurts you." I never did quite understand that one.

In those days, parents were expected to discipline their kids.  There was no interference from the government. "Social Services" or "Family Services" had not been invented (The ninth and tenth amendments to the constitution were still observed in those days.)

I must be getting old because I find myself reflecting back more and more and thinking I liked it a lot better back then.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your kids or grandchildren.  Just don't blame me if they wet themselves laughing.  Growing up today sure ain't what it used to be.

Note: Change name to Bob and Milford to The Bronx and it could be me with the exception that my Dad was the Doctor, so I was unable to prove I was sick...


 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-31-2002, 12:54 PM:
 
Rated G Wouldn't it be nice....................

Don't buy it from the MiddleEast


Re: gas
Buy Gas from Co's that don't import it from the MiddleEast!!

Every time you fill up the car, you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of Saudi Arabia.


Just buy from gas companies that don't import their oil from the Saudis. Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill-up the tank, I am sending my money to people who are trying to kill me, my family, and my friends. I thought it might be interesting for you to know which oil companies are the best to buy gas from.


Major companies that import Middle Eastern oil (for the period 9/1/00-8/31/01).


Shell................ 205,742,000 barrels
Chevron/Texaco....... 144,332,000 barrels
Exxon /Mobil......... 130,082,000 barrels
Marathon............. 117,740,000 barrels
Amoco................ 62,231,000 barrels


If you do the math at $30/barrel, these imports amount to over $18 BILLION!


Here are some large companies that do not import Middle Eastern oil:


Citgo 0 barrels
Sunoco 0 barrels
Conoco 0 barrels
Sinclair 0 barrels
BP/Phillips 0 barrels
Hess 0 barrels


All of this information is available from the Department of Energy and can be easily documented. Refineries located in the U.S. are required to state where they get their oil and how much they are importing. They report on a monthly basis.


Keep this list in your car; share it with friends. Stop paying for terrorism.............
But to have an impact, we need to reach literally millions of gas buyers. It's really simple to do!! Now, don't wimp out at this point...keep reading and I'll explain how simple it is to reach millions of people!!


I'm sending this note to about thirty people. If each of you send it to at least ten more (30 x 10 = 300)... and those 300 send it to at least ten more (300 x 10 = 3,000) .. and so on, by the time the message reaches the sixth ! generation of people, we will have reached over THREE MILLION
consumers!


If those three million get excited and pass this on to ten friends each, then 30 million people will have been contacted! If it goes one level further, you guessed it..... THREE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE!!! .


Again, all you have to do is send this to 10 people.


How long would all that take? If each of us sends this e-mail out to ten more people within one day of receipt, all 300 MILLION people could conceivably be contacted within the next 8 days!!!


Who knows!? It might be worth the try! Go for it!!

Gosh, I just sent it to 1300 + people...your turn
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-04-2002, 08:45 AM:
 
Rated G


PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Dr. Phil gave this test on Oprah. Some folks pay a lot of money to find this stuff out. Read on, this is very interesting!

Here's something that you may find interesting psychological profile don't be overly sensitive! The following is pretty accurate. And it only takes 2 minutes. Take this test for yourself and send it to your friends, including the one who sent it, and let
them know who you are.

The person who sent it placed their score in the subject box. Please do the same before forwarding to your friends.

Don't peek but begin the test as you scroll down and answer.

Answers are for who you are now ... not who you were in the past.

Have pen or pencil and paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept. at many of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their employees and prospective employees.

There are only 10 simple questions, so .... grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers.

Make sure to change the subject of the e-mail to read YOUR total. When you're finished, forward this to everyone you know, and also send it to the person who sent this to you.


Make sure to put YOUR score in the subject box. Ready?? Begin..

1. When do you feel your best?
a) in the morning
b) during the afternoon and early evening
c) late at night

2. You usually walk:
a) fairly fast, with long steps
b) fairly fast, with little steps
c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face
d) less fast, head down
e) very slowly

3. When talking to people you:
a) stand with your arms folded
b) have your hands clasped
c) have one or both your hands on your hips
d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair

4. When relaxing, you sit with:
a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) your legs crossed
c) your legs stretched out or straight
d) one leg curled under you

5. When something really amuses you, you react with:
a) a big, appreciative laugh
b) a laugh, but not a loud one
c) a quiet chuckle
d) a sheepish smile

6. When you go to a party or social gathering:
a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed

7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted, do you ...
a) welcome the break
b) feel extremely irritated
c) vary between these two extremes

8. Which of the following colors do you like most?
a) Red or orange
b) black
c) yellow or light blue
d) green
e) dark blue or purple
f) white
g) brown or gray

9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep, you lie:
a) stretched out on your back
b) stretched out face down on your stomach
c) on your side, slightly curled
d) with your head on one arm
e) with your head under the covers

10. You often dream that you are:
a) falling
b) fighting or struggling
c) searching for something or somebody
d) flying or floating
e) you usually have dreamless sleep
f) your dreams are always pleasant

POINTS:
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6

2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1

3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6

4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1

5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2

6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2

7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4

8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1

9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1

10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1

Now add up the total number of points.

Interpretations on are as follows:

OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with care". You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.

51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.

41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.

31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful and practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.

21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.

UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions and who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything. They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.

Now forward this to others, and put your score in subject box
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-04-2002, 11:57 AM:
 
Rated G JJ on the Pacific Coast

Our Hazardous life


Us older folks, or I guess it would be more politically correct to say "youth deprived" or "age enhanced," have lived a most dangerous but adventurous life.

Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.

We drank water from the garden hose, public fountains and not from a bottle.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us by cell phone or pager all day.

We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugared soda,but we were never overweight; we were always outside playing.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't, had to learn to deal with disappointment and learned to try harder.

Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade.

That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with all of it!

It's a wonder that any of our generation has survived to tell of that hazardous way of life.

Boy - how times have changed!
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-06-2002, 09:08 AM:
 
Rated G Reading and Clicking will help.

Click on the link below it really is to an nfl site


Campbell Soups is donating up to 5 millions cans of soup to local area food banks just be clicking on their website (link below) and then clicking on the your favorite team's helmet.

Let's pass this on and help make this Thanksgiving better for those who are needier than we are! I just did it and it's quick, easy and can be done once a day.
here
 


Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-04-2002, 08:38 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Three Old Men

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.
 

"No", she replied. "He's out."
 
"Then we cannot come in," they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in"
 
"We do not go into a House together," they replied.
 

"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."


The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!," he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
 
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.

"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
 
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

MY WISH FOR YOU...
-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.
-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage. [Big Grin]

You have two choices right now:
1. Click this off
2. Invite love by sharing this story with all the people you care about.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-10-2002, 09:58 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Thanks to JJ on the Fringe of the West Coast.

FROM : MR. PETER BALI
TEL/0022507065978
ABIDJAN, IVORY COAST
WEST-AFRICA

DEAR SIR,

PERMIT ME TO INFORM YOU OF MY DESIRE OF GOING INTO BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU. I GOT YOUR NAME AND CONTACT FROM THE IVOIRIAN INTERNET CHAMBER.

I PRAYED OVER IT AND SELECTED YOUR NAME AMOUNG OTHER NAMES DUE TO IT'S ESTEEMING NATURE AND THE RECOMMENDATIONS GIVEN TO ME AS A REPUTABLE ANDTRUSWORTHY PERSON I CAN DO BUSINESS WITH AND BY THEIR RECOMMENDATIONS I MUST NOT HESISTATE TO CONFIDE IN YOU FOR THIS SIMPLE AND SINCERE BUSINESS.

I AM MR PETER BALI , THE ONLY CHILD OF LATE MR AND MRS. BALI MY FATHER WAS A VERY WEALTHY COCOA MERCHANT BASED IN ABIDJAN, THE ECONOMIC CAPITAL OF IVORY COAST BEFORE HE WAS POISONED TO DEATH BY HIS BUSINESS ASSOCIATES ON ONE OF THEIR OUTING TO DISCUSS ON A BUSINESS.

WHEN MY MOTHER DIED ON THE 21ST OCTOBER 1984, MY FATHER TOOK ME SO SPECIAL BECAUSE I AM MOTHERLESS.

BEFORE THE DEATH OF MY FATHER ON 29TH JUNE 2000 IN A PRIVATE HOSPITAL HERE IN ABIDJAN. HE SECRETLY CALLED ME ON HIS BEDSIDE AND TOLD ME THAT HE HAS A SUM OF US $16,500,000 (SIXTEEN MILLION FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND, UNITED STATES DOLLARS) LEFT IN A BANK LOCAL HERE IN ABIDJAN, THAT HE USED.

MY NAME AS HIS ONLY SON FOR THE NEXT OF KIN IN DEPOSIT OF THE FUND. HE ALSO EXPLAINED TO ME THAT IT WAS BECAUSE OF THIS WEALTH THAT HE WAS POISONED BY HIS BUSINESS ASSOCIATES. THAT I SHOULD SEEK FOR A FOREIGN PARTNER IN A COUNTRY OF MY CHOICE WHERE I WILL TRANSFER THIS MONEY AND USE IT FOR INVESTMENT PURPOSE, (SUCH AS REAL ESTATE MANAGEMENT).

SIR, I AM HONOURABLY SEEKING YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THE FOLLOWING WAYS.

1)TO PROVIDE A BANK ACCOUNT WHERE THIS MONEY WOULD BE TRANSFERRED

2)TO SERVE AS THE GUARDIAN OF THIS FUND SINCE I AM A BOY OF 18 YEARS

3)TO MAKE ARRANGEMENT FOR ME TO COME OVER TO YOUR COUNTRY AFTER THE MONEY HAS BEEN TRANSFERRED.

MOREOVER, SIR, I AM WILLING TO OFFER YOU 35% OF THE TOTAL SUM AS COMPENSATION FOR YOUR EFFORT/INPUT AFTERTHE SUCCESSFUL TRANSFER OF THIS FUND TO YOUR NORMINATED ACCOUNT OVERSEAS.

FURTHERMOIRE, YOU CAN INDICATE YOUR OPTION TOWARDSASSISTING ME AS I BELIEVE THAT THIS TRANSACTION WOULD BE CONCLUDED WITHIN THREE (7) WORKING DAYS YOU SIGNIFY INTEREST TO ASSIST ME.

ANTICAIPTING TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON. [Big Grin]

THANKS AND GOD BLESS
YOUR'S SON
MR PETER BALI .
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-16-2002, 09:42 AM:
 
Rated G

MY Life My Love

Near to the door
he paused to stand
as he took his class ring
off her hand
all who were watching
did not speak
as a silent tear
ran down his cheek
and through his mind
the memories ran
of the moments they walked
and ran in the sand (hand and hand)
but now her eyes were so terribly cold
for he would never again
have her to hold
they watched in silence
as he bent over
and whispered the words......
"I LOVE YOU" in her ear
he touched her face and started to cry
as he put on his ring and wanted to die
and just then the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket
into the snow....
this is what happens
to man alive....
when friends let friends....
drink and drive.
DON'T DRINK and DRIVE
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-17-2002, 08:21 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

The Doll & The White Rose



I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money"

She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle.

The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it."

I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her".

I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said "She has gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that Mama is going to have to go be with her."

My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store."

Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store. He said "I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don't ever forget me. I love my Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."

I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?"

He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to be enough".

So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money."

Then the boy said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with her to give to my sister, and he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I didn't ask him. But he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama. She loves white roses so very, very much."

In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected.

Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.

I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

~By V.A. Bailey~
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-19-2002, 11:43 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

THE FOLLOWING IS A CHINESE GOOD LUCK TANTRA TOTEM.

You may not believe in this but the advice is great!

Read all the way down, you might discover something new!!!


====================================================

ONE.

Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO.

Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their

conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE.

Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

[/b]FOUR.[/b]

When you say, "I love you", mean it.

FIVE.

When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.

SIX.

Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN.

Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT.

Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who

don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE.

Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt

but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN.

In disagreements, fight fairly. Please No name calling.

ELEVEN.

Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE.

Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN.

When someone asks you a question you don't want

to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN.

Remember that great love and great

achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN.

Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN.

When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

SEVENTEEN.

Remember the three R's:

Respect for self;

Respect for others;

Responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN.

Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN.

When you realize you've made a mistake,

take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY.

Smile when picking up the phone.

The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY ONE.

Spend some time alone.

Now, here's the FUN part! This tantra totem has

been sent to you for good luck. It has been sent

around the world ten times so far. You will receive

good luck within four days of relaying this tantra

totem. Send copies to people you think highly of.

Don't send money as fate has no price.

Do not keep this message.

The tantra totem must leave your hands in

96 hours. You will get a very pleasant surprise.

This is true, even if you are not superstitious.

Send this to at least 5 people and your life will improve.

0-4 people: Your life will improve slightly.

5-9 people: Your life will improve to your liking.

9-14 people: You will have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks.

15 and above: Your life will improve drastically!!
[Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-22-2002, 07:29 AM:
 
Rated PG [Eek!] Dennis in Yonkers

HELL YEAH!


Bet you stand up and say HELL YEAH! after ya' read this. If the man/woman who wrote this ran for PRESIDENT I would VOTE for him.

I like big cars, big boats, big motorcycles, big houses and big campfires. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some governmental stooge with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts for squirting out babies.

Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts!

I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America and see what happens. Jesse Jackson will be knocking
down your door.

I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.

When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, thats not racial profiling, it is the law of statistics.

I know what sex is, and there are not varying degrees of it. If I received sex from one of my subordinates in my office, it wouldn't be a private matter or my personal business. I would be "FIRED" immediately!

I believe that if you are selling me a milk shake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen you should have to speak English!. My father and grandfather shouldn't have to die in vain
so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.

I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.

I feel much safer letting a machine with no political affiliation recount votes when needed. I know what the definition of lying is.

I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business. We did not go to the aid of certain
foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document and open to their interpretations.

I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor. I know wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television, and that doesn't stop you from watching them.

I believe a self-righteous liberal or conservative with a cause is more dangerous than a Hell's Angel with an attitude.

I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better and put your name on the building. Ask your buddy that invented the Internet to help you.

It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid and smack their little ass when necessary and say "NO.

I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And Please stay home until that new lip ring heals, I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me fries!

I am sick of "Political Correctness" and of all the suck ups that go along with it. I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa, so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.

And if you don't like my point of view, tough shit!

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-02-2003, 12:38 PM:
 
Rated G [Eek!] [Smile] [Eek!]

One day, three women were hiking and unexpectedly came upon a large raging, violent river. They needed to get to the other side, but had no idea of how to do so.



The first woman prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength to cross this river." Poof! God gave her big arms and strong legs, and she was able to swim across the river in about two hours,after almost drowning a couple of times.



Seeing this, the second woman prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength and the tools to cross this river." Poof! God gave her a rowboat and she was able to row across the river in about an hour, after almost capsizing the boat a couple of times.



The third woman had seen how this worked out for the other two, so she also prayed to God saying, "Please God, give me the strength and the tools...and the intelligence... to cross this river." And poof! God turned her into a man. He looked at the map, hiked upstream a couple of hundred yards, then walked across the bridge.

SEND THIS TO A MAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH
AND TO THE WOMEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT!

 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-14-2003, 06:51 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Baby Blues

Before I was a Mom - I slept as late as I wanted and never worried
about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was a Mom -I cleaned my house each day.I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom -I had never been puked on - Pooped on - Spit on - Chewed on,or Peed on.I had complete control of my mind and My thoughts.I slept all night

Before I was a Mom - I never held down a screaming child so that
doctors could do tests...Or give shots.I never looked into teary eyes and cried.I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom -I never held a sleeping baby just because I
didn't want to put it down.I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.I never knew that I could love someone so much.I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom -I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a
hungry baby.I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom -I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.I had never known the warmth,The joy,The love,The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Show this to someone whom you think is a special Mom... And remember that behind every successful woman...... is a basket of dirty laundry.
[Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-15-2003, 07:44 AM:
 
The story I had posted here proved to be false. It concerned the Black Panthers and Hillery Clinton.

See www.snopes2.com Then type in Black Panthers

[ 01-15-2003, 01:33 PM: Message edited by: Bob Maar ]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-27-2003, 12:25 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ontario

...Get your kleenex box ready


Subject: angels


On July 22nd I was enroute to Washington, DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change.

As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr.Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn.At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.

When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said,"Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home.I do not know what the emergency is,or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital."

My heart was now pounding,but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly,I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital.

My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes,and that when my wife had found him he was dead.CPR had been performed by a neighbor who is a doctor,and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live,but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart .

They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart.He had been severely crushed.

After speaking with the medical staff,my wife sounded worried but not hysterical,and I took comfort in her calmness.The return flight seemed to last forever,but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down.

When I walked into the intensive care unit,nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream.I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis.Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves.

But only time would tell if his brain received any damage. Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm.She felt that Brian would eventually be all right.I hung on to her word and faith like a lifeline.

All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious.It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.Finally at two o'clock that afternoon,our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.He said,"Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.

[TEAR BREAK...smile] By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits,and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital.You cannot imagine,we took Brian home,we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.

In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home.Our two older children were much closer to their little brother.My wife and I were much closer to each other,and all of us were very close as a whole family.

Life took on a less stressful pace.Perspective seemed to be more focused,and balance much easier to gain and maintain.We felt deeply blessed.Our gratitude was truly profound.

The story is not over (smile)!

Almost a month later to the day of the accident,Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said,"Sit down Mommy.I have something to tell you." At this time in his life,Brian usually spoke in small phrases,so to say a large sentence surprised my wife.She sat down with him on his bed,and he began his sacred and remarkable story.

"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad.I called to you,but you couldn't hear me.I started to cry,but then it hurt too bad.And then the 'birdies' came."

"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.

"Yes,"he replied."The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage.They took care of me."

"They did?"

"Yes,"he said."one of the birdies came and got you.She came to tell you I got stuck under the door."

A sweet reverent feeling filled the room.The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air.My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits,so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.

"What did the birdies look like?" she asked.

Brian answered,"They were so beautiful.They were dressed in white,all white.Some of them had green and white.But some of them had on just white."

"Did they say anything?"

"Yes," he answered."They told me the baby would be all right."

"The baby?"my wife asked confused.

Brian answered."The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on,"You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."

My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this,for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered,"Don't leave us Brian,please stay if you can."

As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form "Then what happened?"she asked.

"We went on a trip."he said,"Far, far away." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for.
My wife tried to calm and comfort him,and let him know it would be okay.He struggled with wanting to tell something that
obviously was very important to him,but finding the words was difficult."We flew so fast up in the air.They're so pretty Mommy," he added."And there are lots and lots of birdies."

My wife was stunned.Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly,but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies."

He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there.A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay,but the man couldn't hear him.He said the birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance but they would be near him.He said they were so pretty and so peaceful,and he didn't
want to come back.

Then the bright light came.He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much.Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him and told him, "I love you but you have to go back."

The story went on for an hour.He taught us that "birdies" were always with us,but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there,you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart).They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much.

Brian continued,stating,"I have a plan, Mommy.You have a plan. Daddy has a plan.Everyone has a plan.We must all live our plan and keep our promises.The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."

In the weeks that followed,he often came to us and told all,or part of it,again and again.Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order.A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered.

It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies, everywhere he went,he told strangers about the "birdies, " Surprisingly,no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this.Rather,they always got a softened look on their face and smiled.

Needless to say,we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.

You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you.Some people come into our lives and quickly go...Some people become friends and stay a while...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts... and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!

Yesterday is history..Tomorrow a mystery..Today is a gift.. That's why it's called the present! Live and savor every moment.....this is not a dress rehearsal!

Pass it on, if you wish
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-28-2003, 04:10 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] [thumbsup] Faye in Kingston,Ont.

Deep Thoughts...

Thought you'd enjoy these ...


LOVE starts with a SMILE , grows with a KISS , and ends with a TEAR.

DON'T cry over anyone who won't cry over you.

Good FRIENDS are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.

You can only go as far as you push.

ACTIONS speak louder than words.

The HARDEST thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.

DON'T let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.

LIFE'S SHORT. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.

A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE.

Some people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it.

BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.

When it HURTS to look back, and you're SCARED to look ahead, you can look
beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.

TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS. Friends are FOREVER.

Good friends are like STARS You don't always see them, but you know theyare ALWAYS THERE.

DON'T frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.

What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the
person who made you cry.

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.

Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

Most people walk in and out of your life, but only FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.

Send this on to everyone special in your life, even the people who really make you MAD sometimes and to the people whose lives you want to be in!!!

Remember, every minute spent angry is sixty seconds of happiness wasted.

AWESOME PRAYER:

May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be. "I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-08-2003, 03:08 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ontario 

Security Level:? Internal

Subject: You must forward this - can't risk putting on the weight

Happy Day!


Chocolate is a Vegetable

Chocolate is derived from cocoa beans.

Bean = vegetable.

Sugar is derived from either sugar cane or sugar BEETS.

Both of them are plants, in the vegetable category.

Thus, chocolate is a vegetable.

To go one step further, chocolate candy bars also contain milk, which is dairy.

So candy bars are a health food.

Chocolate-covered raisins, cherries, orange slices and strawberries all count as fruit,
so eat as many as you want.

Remember - - -STRESSED"

spelled backward is "DESSERTS"

Send this to four women and you will lose 2 pounds.

Send this to all the women you know (or ever knew), and you will lose 10 pounds.

"That's why I had to pass this on - - - - -I didn't want to risk it." [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-08-2003, 04:11 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] From: Ed In Aurora,Ontario

He probably had a butter tart today.

We Have To Help This Kid.


Sent from the Internet (Details)


Hi: I am Shannon Syfrett a 9th grade student at Central Academy (Mississippi). I am working on a project for my 2003 Science Fair to be held February 25th, 2003.

I am trying to see where, and how fast e-mail can
travel in a period of six weeks. I am keeping track of how many e-mails I get back, and what cities, states, and countries they are coming from. I am hoping that you will be willing to help me with my project!

There are only 2 simple steps that will help me to track this email:

1. Please send an e-mail to the following address:
howfastorfar2003@aol.com

In the subject of the e-mail please include your city, state, and country. You do not need to include your name. Please respond only one time.

2. Please forward this e-mail to everyone on your mailing list. I will be keeping track of the number of responses, as well as the locations. Therefore, send them even to people in the same town.

In my science project, I am trying to demonstrate how fast and how far information can travel on the Internet in a six week period. If you receive this e-mail after February 23,2003 please disregard it, since the project will be over.

Thank you VERY much for your help!

Delay - "Do It Now!!!!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-20-2003, 10:21 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

This is really an eye opener.... Water or Coke?


We all know that water is important but I've never seen it written down like this before.

Water

1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated.(Likely applies to half world population)

2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is often mistaken for hunger.

3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as much as 3%.

4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a U-Washington study.

5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.

6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.

7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.

8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%, and one is 50%less likely to develop bladder cancer.

Are you drinking the amount of water you should every day?

COKE

1. In many states (in the USA) the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the truck to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.

2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of coke and it will be gone in two days.

3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous china.

4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.

5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion.

6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Applying a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.

7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before the ham is finished,remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.

8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of coke into a load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.

For Your Infomation:

1. The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. Its pH is 2.8. It will dissolve a nail in about 4 days. Phosphoric acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase in osteoporosis.

2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup (the concentrate) the commercial truck must use the Hazardous material place cards reserved for Highly corrosive materials.

3. The distributors of coke have been using it to clean the engines of their trucks for about 20 years!

Now the question is, would you like a glass of water or coke?

WATER OR COKE?
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-26-2003, 08:29 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Random Thoughts

Telemarketers

I don't know if #2 actually works or not, but I'm sure ready to give it a try the next time I answer the phone and no one's there!


1) Now Steve Rubenstein, a writer for the San Francisco Chronicle, has proposed Three Little Words, based on his brief experience in a telemarketing operation that would stop the nuisance for all! time. The three little words are: "Hold on, please..." Saying this while putting down your phone and walking off instead of hanging up immediately would make each telemarketing call so time-consuming that boiler rooms would grind to a halt. When you eventually hear the phone company's beep-beep-beep tone, you know it's time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task.

2) Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end? This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a real sales person to call back and get someone at home. What you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, immediately start hitting your # button on the phone, 6 or 7 times, as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine dialed call and it kicks your number out of their system. Since doing this, our phone calls have decreased dramatically.

3) When you get ads in your phone or utility bill, include them with the payment; let the companies throw them away. When you get those pre-approved letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to second mortgages and junk like that, most of them come with postage-paid return envelopes, right? Well, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it in these cool little envelopes. Send an ad for your local chimney cleaner to American Express. Send the pizza coupon to Citibank. If you didn't get anything else that day then just send them their application back! If you want to remain anonymous, just make sure your name isn't on anything you send them. You can send it back empty if you want to, just to keep them guessing! Eventually, the banks and credit card companies will begin getting their junk back in the mail. Let's let them know what it's like to get junk mail, and the best of it is that they're paying for it. Twice. Let's help keep our postal service busy, since they say e-mail is cutting into their business, and that's why they need to increase postage again.

Send this to a friend or two or three... or fifty.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-20-2003, 10:43 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

I want you to close your eyes and picture in your mind the soldier at Valley Forge, as he holds his musket in his bloody hands.

He stands barefoot in the snow, starved from lack of food, wounded from months of battle and emotionally scarred from the eternity away from his family; surrounded by nothing but death and carnage of war.

He stands tough, with fire in his eyes and victory on his breath. He looks at us now in anger and disgust and tells us this...


I gave you a birthright of freedom born in the Constitution and now your children graduate too illiterate to read it.

I fought in the snow barefoot to give you the freedom to vote and you stay at home because it rains.

I left my family destitute to give you the freedom of speech and you remain silent on critical issues, because it might be bad for business.

I orphaned my children to give you a government to serve you and it has stolen democracy from the people.

It's the soldier not the reporter who gives you the freedom of the press.

It's the soldier not the poet who gives you the freedom of speech.

It's the soldier not the campus organizer who allows you to demonstrate.

It's the soldier who salutes the flag, serves the flag, whose coffin is draped with the flag that allows the protester to burn the flag!!!

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

Prayer Wheel:

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our U.S. ground troops in Afghanistan, and the ones facing deployment to Iraq at this very moment - AND all over this world.

There is nothing attached.... This can be very powerful.... Just send this to all the people in your address book. Do not stop the wheel, please....

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Prayer is the very best one.....
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-25-2003, 09:20 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Inspiration

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a- bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.

Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there
was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.

I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to
soothe a child. But I was not consoled.

I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice.

"How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.

When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my iend very much.

"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As


I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really eft me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was
to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone
with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and Isaid, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

"Information."

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information."

I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did yousay your name was Paul?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."

The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

Why not pass this on? I just did....

Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour. [thumbsup]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-27-2003, 07:52 AM:
 
Think about it

After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, which killed six and injured 1,000; President Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted
down and punished.

After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed five U.S. military personnel; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1996 Khobar Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 19 and injured 200 U.S. military personnel; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1998 bombing of U.S. embassies in Africa, which killed 224 and injured 5,000; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and injured 39 U.S. sailors; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

Maybe if Clinton had kept his promise, an estimated 3,000 people in New York and Washington, D.C. that are now dead would be alive today.

And, now that Bush is taking action to bring these people to justice, we have opponents charging him with being a war monger...

AN INTERESTING QUESTION:

This question was raised on a Philly radio call-in show. Without casting stones, it is a legitimate question.

There are two men, both extremely wealthy. One develops relatively cheap software and gives billions of dollars to charity. The other sponsors terrorism. That being the case, why was it that the Clinton Administration spent more money chasing down Bill Gates over the past eight years than Osama bin Laden?

THINK ABOUT IT!

It is a strange turn of events. Hillary gets $8 Million for her forthcoming memoir. Bill gets about $12 Million for his memoir yet to be written. This from two people who have spent the past 8 years being unable to recall anything about past events while under oath!

Sincerely,
Cmdr Hamilton McWhorter
USN(ret)

P. S. Please forward this to as many people as you can!
We don't want this woman to even THINK of running for President.

Remember:
The Alamo
Pearl Harbor
9-11-01
The Clinton Years
All Truly American Disasters!!!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-08-2003, 04:07 PM:
 
Rated G

Time Travel for Baby Boomers

Black and White

For older folks only (not meant to insult anyone) Under 40? You won't understand.


You could hardly see for all the snow, Spread the rabbit ears as
far as they go. Pull a chair up to the TV set, "Good night,
David; Good night, Chet." Dependin' on the channel you tuned You
got Rob and Laura - or Ward and June. It felt so good, felt so
right. Life looked better in black and white.

I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys
Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train Superman, Jimmy & Lois Lane.
Father Knows Best, Patty Duke Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too, Donna
Reed on Thursday night-- Life looked better in black and white.

I wanna go back to black and white. Everything always turned out
right. Simple people, simple lives Good guys always won the
fights. Now nothin is the way it seems In living color on the TV
screen. Too many murders, too much fight, I wanna go back to
black and white

In God they trusted, in bed they slept.A promise made was a
promise kept.They never cussed or broke their vows.They'd never
make the network now.But if I could, I'd rather be In a TV town
in '53.It felt so good, felt so right Life looked better in
black and white.

I'd trade all the channels on the satellite If I could just turn
back the clock tonight To when everybody knew wrong from right
Life was better in black and white! Pass this to someone and
brighten their day by helping them remember that life's simple
pleasures are the best. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-09-2003, 11:50 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Becky

The Bargain

============

During one of the many Reformation battles, a young soldier
found himself and his army being soundly defeated by the enemy.
He and his comrades hastily retreated from the battlefield in
defeat, running away in fear for their very lives.

The enemy gave chase. The young man ran hard and fast, full
of fear and desperation, and soon found himself cut off from
his comrades. The soldier eventually came upon a rocky ledge
containing a cave.

Knowing the enemy was close behind, and that he was exhausted
from the chase, he chose to hide there. After he crawled in,
he fell to his face in the darkness, desperately crying to
God to save him and protect him from his enemies. He made a
bargain with God. He promised that if God saved him, he would
serve Him for the remainder of his days.

When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a
spider beginning to weave its web at the entrance to the cave.
As he watched the delicate threads being slowly drawn across
the mouth of the cave, the young soldier pondered its irony.
He thought,

"I asked God for protection and deliverance, and He sent me
a spider instead. How can a spider save me?"

His heart was hardened, knowing the enemy would soon discover
his hiding place and kill him. Soon he did hear the sound
of his enemies, who were now scouring the area looking for
those in hiding.

One soldier with a gun slowly walked up to the cave's entrance.
As the young man crouched in the darkness, hoping to surprise
the enemy in a last-minute desperate attempt to save his own
life, he felt his heart pounding wildly out of control.

As the enemy cautiously moved forward to enter the cave, he came
upon the spider's web, which by now was completely strung across
the opening. He backed away and called out to a comrade,

"There can't be anyone in here. They would have had to break
this spider's web to enter the cave. Let's move on."

Years later, this young man, who made good his promise by
becoming a preacher and evangelist, wrote about that ordeal.

What he observed has stood by me in times of trouble, especially
during those times when everything seemed impossible:

"Where God is, a spider's web is as a stone wall.
Where God is not, a stone wall is as a spider's web."

Author Unknown
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-23-2003, 11:07 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] JJ on the Left Coast Holding the Fort. [Smile]

I Can't Believe We Made It!


According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's or even the early 80's, probably shouldn't have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids or locks on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.

Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking .

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors!!!

We weren't overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one soft drink with four friends , from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode dow the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes,no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.

We had friends! We went outside and found them.

We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

They were accidents. No one was to blame but us.  Remember accidents?

We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out any eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors!

Tests were not adjusted for any reason.

Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.

The idea of  parents bailing us out if we got in trouble in school or broke a law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the school or the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, and inventors, ever.

We had freedom, failure, success, and responsibility ---  and we learned how to deal with it. And you're one of them! Congratulations.

Please pass this on to others who have had the luckto grow up as kids before lawyers and government regulated our lives for our own good !!! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-27-2003, 08:30 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Some Things We Keep


I grew up in the forties and fifties with practical parents -- a Mother,God love her,who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it,then reused it.A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away.I can see them now, Dad in trousers,tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress,lawn mower in one hand, dishtowel in the other......It was the time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door,the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life,and sometimes it made me crazy.

All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant there'd always be more.

But then my Mother died, and on that clear summer's night,in the warmth of the hospital room,I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.'

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away
..........Never to return.

So ........while we have it ....... ................It's best we love it .....................and care for it .........and fix it when it's broken .........and heal it when it's sick.

This is true ..........for marriage .....................and old cars and children with bad report cards ..............and dogs with bad hips..........and aging parents.....and grandparents.

We keep them because they are worth it,because we are worth it.

Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away -- or -- a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important.......people we know who are special......And so, we keep them close! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-30-2003, 03:54 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Women Will Love This

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas,playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess.

A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table,and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened.

He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked,"What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?"

"Yes" was his incredulous reply.

She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it." [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-21-2003, 08:31 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Brains for Sale

In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill

Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.

"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news,"he said as he surveyed the worried faces.

"The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope."

"Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves

The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"

The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain."

The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. A man, unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?"


The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group,"It's just standard pricing procedure.We have to mark down the price of the female brains,because they've actually been used." [Big Grin]

SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND TO THE MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-05-2003, 10:51 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] JJ on Left Coast

Subject: 809  Area Code


We actually received a call last week from the 809 area code. The woman said "Hey, this is Karen.  Sorry I missed you--get back to us quickly. Have something important to tell you."   Then she repeated a phone number beginning with 809.  We didn't respond.

Then this week, we received the following email: 

Subject: DON'T EVER DIAL AREA CODE 809, 284 AND 876 THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION PROVIDED TO US BY AT&T. DON'T EVER DIAL AREA CODE 809

This one is being distributed all over the US. This is pretty scary, especially given the way they try to get you to call. Be  sure you read this and pass it on to all your friends and family so they don't get scammed!

MAJOR SCAM: 

Don't respond to Emails, phone calls,or web pages which tell you to call  an "809" area Phone  Number.

This is a very important issue of Scam  Busters
because it alerts you to a scam that is spreading *extremely* quickly, can easily cost you $2400 or more, and is difficult to avoid unless you are aware of it. 

We'd  like to thank Verizon for bringing this scam to our attention. This scam has also been identified by the National Fraud Information Center and is costing victims a lots of money.

There are lots of different permutations of this scam.

HERE'S HOW IT WORKS:

You will receive a message on your answering machine or your pager,which asks you to call a number beginning with area code 809.The reason you're asked to call varies.It can be to receive information about a family member who has been ill, to tell you someone has been arrested,died,to let you know you have won a wonderful prize,etc.In each case,you are told to call the 809 number right away.

Since there are so many new area codes these days,people unknowingly return these calls.

If you call from the US, you will apparently be charged $2425 per-minute. Or,you'll get a  long recorded message. The point is, they will try to keep you on the phone as long as possible to increase the charges. Unfortunately, when you get your phone bill,you'll often be charged more than $24,100.00.

WHY IT WORKS:

The 809  area  code is located in the British Virgin Islands (The Bahamas).The 809 area code can be used as a "pay-per-call" number,similar to 900 numbers in the US. Since 809 is not in the US,it is not covered by U.S. regulations of 900 numbers,which require that you be notified and warned of charges and rates involved when you call a pay-per-call" number. 

There is also no requirement that the company provide a time period during which you may terminate the call without being charged. Further, where as many U.S.homes that have 900 number blocking to avoid these kinds of charges,do not work in preventing calls to the 809 area code.

We recommend that no matter how you get the message,if you are asked to call a number with an 809 area code that you don't recognize,just disregard the message.

Be wary of email,or calls,asking you to call an 809 area code number.It's important to prevent becoming a victim of this scam,since trying to fight the charges afterwards can become a real nightmare.That's because you did actually make the call. If you complain,both your local phone company and your long distance carrier will not want to get involved and will most likely tell you that they are simply providing the billing for the foreign company.You'll end  up dealing with a foreign company that argues they have done nothing wrong. 

Please forward this entire message to your friends,family and colleagues to help them become aware of this scam.

Sandi Van Handel AT&T Field Service Manager (920)687-9044
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-09-2003, 03:33 PM:
 
Ratd G [Smile] Nan in Rhode Island

NAIL IN THE FENCE


A Good Story for Great Friends..... Make sure you read all he way down to the last sentence!

There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose her temper at all. She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper. The day passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all he nails were gone. The mother took her daughter by the hand and led her to the fence.

She said, "You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one." You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry", the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us It's National Friendship week.

Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you.

If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

Happy Friendship week! You are my friend and I am honored.

Now send this to every friend you have! And to your family.

Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole in your fence.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-10-2003, 12:03 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Andy Borowitz is a funny guy. For those of you that are retired, you see him every once in a while in themorning on CNN as one of the commentators on currentevents. He used to be a writer on various comedy shows. Below is an example from his free newsletter which I thought you would enjoy. You can also go to his web site www.Borowitzreport.com to see more.

-"Borowitzreport.com" <Andy@Borowitzreport.com>
wrote:

Breaking News 
 
PETERSON PLEADS TEMPORARY BLONDNESS

Perpetually Changing Hairdo Could Deadlock Trial,Lawyers Hope In a high-risk gambit to gain their client's acquittal, lawyers for Scott Peterson today entered a plea of "temporary blondness" in the opening phase of his Modesto murder trial.

The rarely used legal strategy is designed to introduce doubt into the minds of the jurors by having the defendant dye his hair a different color every time he appears in court.

By coloring, cutting and otherwise coiffing Mr.Peterson's hair so that his appearance changes drastically on a daily basis, his legal teamhopes to confuse and disorient the jury to the point that it becomes deadlocked.

Adding to the jury's potential confusion is the fact that, while Mr. Peterson's hair seems to be turning steadily darker,the hair of his former mistress, Amber Frey, seems to be growing increasingly yellow.

But Dr. Kenneth Dupree, a professor at the University of MinnesotaSchool of Law, said that by entering a plea of temporary blondness Mr.Peterson's lawyers are employing the legal equivalent of a "Hail Mary" pass in football.

"Clearly, they are trying to draw the jury's attention to his hair color and away from other matters, such as what he was doing buying a big storage drum and huge bags of cement," Dr. Dupree said.

At a minimum, Dr. Dupree said, entering a plea of temporary blondness could buy the defense some time while the Petersonteam's private investigator, O.J. Simpson, continues to look for the real killers of Mr. Peterson's wife.

The defense team said that as of today Mr. Simpson had made "significant progress" in obtaining evidence that could link the murder to Colombian drug lords, Patsy Ramsey, and/or Saddam Hussein.

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The Borowitz Report <http://www.borowitzreport.com>
Waste Someone's Time: Forward to a Friend. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-14-2003, 03:44 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Las Vegas

"Heart Test"


As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he Did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't Show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? just "do it". [Big Grin]

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?

"Believe in Angels, then return the favor"
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-01-2003, 12:06 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Read this line very slowly and let it sink in...


If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Pass this message to seven people except you and me. You will receive a miracle tomorrow (just do it)!

THE BRICK

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot wherethe brick had been thrown.The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kidand pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and
that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"

The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn t know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." with tears dripping down his face and off his chin,the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.A quick look told him everything was going to be okay."Thank
you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.Too shook up for words,the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home It was along, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don'thave time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choiceto listen or not.
 
Thought for the Day:

 If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring.
He sends you a sunrise every morning. Face it, friend - He is crazy about  you!

 Send this to every "beautiful person" you wish to bless, and return it to the person who sent it to you. God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise, strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. [thumbsup] [thumbsup]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-15-2003, 09:37 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Why go to Church?

Church - What is it good for?


A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper
and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday.

"I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I haveheard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me,I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wastingmy time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."

This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor"
column, much to the delight of the editor.

It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:
I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife
has cooked some 32,000 meals. But for the life of me,
I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals.

But I do know this: They all nourished me and gave me the strengthI needed to do my work. If my wife had not cooked these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone tochurch for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!"

When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something!

Faith sees the invisible,believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!

All right ... now that you're done reading ...send it on!!! I think everyone should read this!! "When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say,"Jesus, could you get that for me?!" [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-18-2003, 01:16 AM:
 
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Love him or loath him, he nailed this one right on the head.............

By Rush Limbaugh:

I think the vast differences in compensation between
victims of the September 11 casualty and those who die
serving the country in Uniform are profound. No one
is really talking about it either, because you just
don't criticize anything having to do with September
11. Well, I just can't let the numbers pass by
because it says something really disturbing about the
entitlement mentality of this country. If you lost a
family member in the September 11 attack, you're going
to get an average of $1,185,000. The range is a
minimum guarantee of $250,000, all the way up to $4.7
million.

If you are a surviving family member of an American
soldier killed in action, the first check you get is a
$6,000 direct death benefit, half of which is taxable.
Next, you get $1,750 for burial costs. If you are
the surviving spouse, you get $833 a month until you
remarry. And there's a payment of $211 per month for
each child under 18. When the child hits 18, those
payments come to a screeching halt.

Keep in mind that some of the people who are getting
an average of $1.185 million up to $4.7 million are
complaining that it's not enough. Their deaths were
tragic, but for most, they were simply in the wrong
place at the wrong time. Soldiers put themselves in
harms way FOR ALL OF US, and they and their families
know the dangers.

We also learned over the weekend that some of the
victims from the Oklahoma City bombing have started an organization asking for the same deal that the
September 11 families are getting. In addition to
that, some of the families of those bombed in the
embassies are now asking for compensation as well.

You see where this is going, don't you? Folks, this
is part and parcel of over 50 years of entitlement
politics in this country. It's just really sad. Every time a pay raise comes up for the military, they usually receive next to nothing of a raise. Now the green machine is in combat in the Middle East while
their families have to survive on food stamps and live
in low-rent housing. Make sense?

However, our own U.S. Congress just voted themselves a raise, and many of you don't know that they only have
to be in Congress one time to receive a pension that
is more than $15,000 per month, and most are now equal to being millionaires plus. They also do not receive
Social Security on retirement because they didn't have
to pay into the system.

If some of the military people stay in for 20 years
and get out as an E-7, you may receive a pension of
$1,000 per month, and the very people who placed you
in harm's way receive a pension of $15,000 per month.
I would like to see our elected officials pick up a
weapon and join ranks before they start cutting out
benefits and lowering pay for our sons and daughters
who are now fighting.

"When do we finally do something about this?" If this
doesn't seem fair to you, it is time to forward this
to as many people as you can. If you're interested there
is more.......................

This must be a campaign issue in 2004. Keep it going.
SOCIAL SECURITY: (This is worth the read. It's short
and to the point.) Many of you may have already seen this part, so it will be a depressing reminder....

Perhaps we are asking the wrong questions during
election years. Our Senators and Congressmen do not
pay into Social Security. Many years ago they voted
in their own benefit plan. In more recent years, no
congressperson has felt the need to change it. For
all practical purposes their plan works like this:

When they retire, they continue to draw the same pay
until they die, except it may increase from time to
time for cost of living adjustments. For example,
former Senator Byrd and Congressman White and their
wives may expect to draw $7,800,000 - that's Seven
Million, Eight Hundred Thousand), with their wives
drawing $275,000.00 during the last years of their
lives.

This is calculated on an average life span for each.

Their cost for this excellent plan is $00.00. These
little perks they voted for themselves is free to
them. You and I pick up the tab for this plan.

The funds for this fine retirement plan come directly
from the General Fund--our tax dollars at work! >From our own Social Security Plan, which you and I pay (or have paid) into-- every payday until we retire (which amount is matched by our employer) --we can expect to get an average $1,000 per month after retirement. Or, in other words, we would have to collect our average of
$1,000 monthly benefits for 68 years and one month to
equal Senator Bill Bradley's benefits!

Social Security could be very good if only one small
change were made. And that change would be to jerk
the Golden Fleece Retirement Plan from under the
Senators and Congressmen. Put them into the Social
Security plan with the rest of us and then watch how
fast they would fix it.

If enough people receive this, maybe a seed of
awareness will be planted and maybe good changes will
evolve. WE, each one of us... can make a difference..

How many people can YOU send this to? 1600 +
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-29-2003, 07:36 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200,he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up.

He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple the $20 dollar bill up.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in
the air.

Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the
ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He
picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?"
Still the hands went into the air.

My friends,we have all learned a very valuable lesson.No matter
what I did to the money,you still wanted it because it did not
decrease in value.It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives,we are dropped,crumpled,and ground
into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.We feel as though we are worthless.But no matter what has happened or what will happen,you will never lose your value.Dirty or clean,crumpled or finely creased,you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you.

The value of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.

You are special - Don't EVER forget it."

If you do not pass this on,you may never know the lives it
touches,the hurting hearts it speaks to,or the hope that it can bring.

Count your blessings, not your problems.

Never be afraid to try something new. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-08-2003, 04:57 PM:
 
Rated G [Eek!]

WRITE IT ON THE BACK OF YOUR ENVELOPES


You may have heard in the news that a couple of Post Offices in Texas have been forced to take down small posters that say"IN GOD WE TRUST."

The law, they say, is being violated. It is something silly about electioneering posters (is God running for office)?

Anyway, I heard proposed on a radio station show, that we all write "IN GOD WE 'TRUST" on the back of all our mail. After all, that is our national motto, and it's on all the money we use to buy those stamps. I think it is a wonderful idea.

We must take back our nation from all the people that think that anything that offends them should be removed.

If you like this idea, please pass it on, and DO IT. The idea of writing or stamping "IN GOD WE TRUST" on our envelopes sounds good to me.

It has been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a mess about having "In God We Trust" on our money and having God in the pledge of Allegiance.

Could it be that we just need to take action and tell the 14% to sit down and shut up?

If you agree, pass this on, if not delete. [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-18-2003, 04:06 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Las Vegas

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.

"No", she replied. "He's out."

"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in"

"We do not go into a House together," they replied.

"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.

"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"

The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

MY WISH FOR YOU...

-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.
-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.

You have two choices right now:

1. Delete this email.

2. Invite love by sharing this story with all the people you care about.

I hope you will choose #2. I did. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-19-2003, 10:06 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Las Vegas

Think about this... You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.


1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in someway.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.

11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world

12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.

13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.

15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

Send this letter to all the people you care about, including the person who sent this to you.

If you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might changetheir perspective on life, for the better. [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-19-2003, 10:24 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Vegas

Subject:  Another True Paul Harvey Story

Please read the following to find out who it is. Sure was a surprise to me.

This came around a long time ago, but it is worth reading again especially when we're feeling low.

Years ago a hardworking man took his family from New York State to Australia to take advantage of a work opportunity there.

Part of this man's family was a handsome young son who had aspirations of joining the circus as a trapeze artist or an actor.

This young fellow, biding his time until a circus job or even one as a stagehand came along, worked at the local shipyards which bordered on the worse section of town.

Walking home from work one evening this young man was attacked by five thugs who wanted to rob him. Instead of just giving up his money the young fellow resisted.
However they bested him easily and proceeded to beat him to a pulp.

They mashed his face with their boots, and kicked and beat his body brutally with clubs, leaving him for dead. When the police happened to find him lying in the road they assumed he was dead and called for the Morgue Wagon.

On the way to the morgue a policeman heard him gasp for air, and they immediately took him to the emergency unit at the hospital. When he was placed on a gurney a nurse remarked to her horror, that this young man no longer had a face. Each eye socket was smashed, his skull, legs, and arms fractured, his nose literally hanging from his face, al is teeth were gone, and his jaw was almost completely torn from his skull.

Although his life was spared he spent over a year in the hospital. Whe he finally left his body may have healed but his face was disgusting to look at.

He was no longer the handsome youth that everyone admired.

When the young man started to look for work again he was turned down by everyone just on account of the way he looked. One potential employer suggested to him that he join the freak show at the circus as The Man Who Had No Face.

And he did this for a while. He was still rejected by everyone and no one wanted to be seen in his company. He had thoughts of suicide. This went on for five years.

One day he passed a church and sought some solace there. Entering the church he encountered a priest who had saw him sobbing while kneeling in a pew.

The priest took pity on him and took him to the rectory where they talked at length. The priest was impressed with him to such a degree that he said that he would do everything possible for him that could be done to restore his dignity and life, if the young man would promise to be the best Catholic he could be, and trust in God's mercy to free him from his torturous life.

The young man went to Mass and communion everyday, and after thanking God for saving his life, asked God to only give him peace of mind and the grace to be the best man he could ever be in His eyes.

The priest, through his personal contacts was able to secure the services of the best plastic surgeon in Australia. There would be no cost to the young man, as the doctor was the priest's best friend. The doctor too was so impressed by the young man, whose outlook now on life, even though he had experienced the worse was filled
with good humor and love.

The surgery was a miraculous success. All the best dental work was also done for him. The young man became everything he promised God he would be.

He was also blessed with a wonderful, beautiful wife, and many children, and success in an industry which would have been the furthest thing from his mind as a career if not for the goodness of God and the love of the people who
cared for him. This he acknowledges publicly. THE YOUNG MAN ....... WAS AND IS.

.
.
Mel Gibson ! ! !

His life was the inspiration for his production of the movie "The Man Without A Face." He is to be admired by all of us as a God fearing man, a political conservative,and an example to all as a true man of courage. [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-20-2003, 10:28 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] In light of the many perversions and jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11).

Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.

And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"

In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.

Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school ... the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.

Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our children when they misbehave. The school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be sued (there's a big difference between disciplining, touching, beating, smacking, humiliating, kicking, etc.). And we said OK.

Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want, and they won't even have to tell their parents. And we said OK.

Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they want so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to tell their parents they got them at school. And we said OK.

Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we do in private as long as we do our jobs. Agreeing with them, we said it doesn't matter to me what anyone, including the President, does in private as long as I have a job and the economy is good.

Then someone said let's print magazines with pictures of nude women and call it wholesome, down-to-earth appreciation for the beauty of the female body. And we said OK.

And then someone else took that appreciation a step further and published pictures of nude children and then further again by making them available on the Internet. And we said OK, they're entitled to free speech.

Then the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies that promote profanity, violence, and illicit sex. Let's record music that encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes. And we said it's just entertainment, it has no adverse effect, nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead.

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they WILL think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-26-2003, 08:09 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Submitted by Vossi

THE BLESSING IN "NO"
=====================

I asked God to take away my pride.
God said "No."
It is not for Me to take away,
but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said "No."
Her spirit was whole,
her body was only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said "No."
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted,
it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said "No."
I give you blessings,
happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said "No."
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to Me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said "No."
You must grow on your own,
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said "No."
I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said... Ahhhh, finally you have the idea!

Author Unknown
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-13-2003, 10:19 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

An Old Lady's Poem

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee,Scotland,it was felt that she had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions,they found this poem.Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

So now this little old Scottish lady,with nothing left to give to the world,is the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.


What do you see, nurses,
what do you see?
What are you thinking
when you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman,
not very wise,
uncertain of habit,
with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food
and makes no reply,
when you say,
"I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice
the things that you do,
and forever is losing
a stocking or shoe.

Who lets you do
as you will,
with bathing and feeding,
the longday to fill.

Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse;
you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am
as I sit here so still,
as I do at yourbidding,
as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten...
with a father and mother,
brothers and sisters,
who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen,
with wings on her feet,
dreaming of that lover
she'll soon meet.

A bride at twenty --
my heart gives a leap,
remembering the vows
that Ipromised to keep.

At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
who need me to guide and
make a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty,
my young now grown fast,
bound to each other with
tiesthat should last.

At forty, my young sons
have grown and are gone,
but my man'sbeside me
to see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more,
babies play round my knee,
again we know children,
my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me,
my husband is dead;
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing
young of their own, and I think of
the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman... and nature is cruel;

'Tis jest to make old
age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
grace and vigour depart,
there is now a stone where
I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass,
a young girl still dwells,
and now and again
my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
and I'm loving and living
life all over again.

I think of the years...
all too few, gone too fast,
and accept the
stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes,
open and see,
not a crabby old woman; look
closer... See ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within... We will one day be there, too!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-19-2003, 03:09 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ont.

Dusting...


A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture."

I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING! I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were justperfect -"in case someone came over".Then I realized one day that no one came over;they were all out living life and having fun!

Now,when people visit,I find no need to explain the "condition" of my home.They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.If you haven't figured this out yet,please heed this advice.

Life is short.Enjoy it!Dust if you must,but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter,bake a cake or plant a seed,ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must,but there's not much time,with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,music to hear and books to read,friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must,but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes,the wind in your hair,a flutter of snow,a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must,but bear in mind,old age will come and it's not kind.And when you go - and go you must - you,yourself will make more dust!

It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived. [Big Grin]

[ 09-22-2003, 01:38 AM: Message edited by: Bob Maar ]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-22-2003, 01:37 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Vegas

I was asked to send this on if I agree or delete if I don't.  What do you think about this?

Forward if YOU agree.

It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a mess about having "In God We Trust" on our money and having God in the Pledge of Allegiance. Why don't we just tell the 14% to Sit Down and SHUT UP!!!

If you agree, pass this on.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-24-2003, 09:57 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ont.

A Real Gem

As I've Matured...


I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.

I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.

I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.

Pass this along to 5 friends...trust me, they'll appreciate it. Who knows,maybe something good will happen.

If not...tough [Big Grin]

[ 09-24-2003, 07:53 PM: Message edited by: Bob Maar ]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-14-2003, 05:53 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Nan In Warwick

Please make sure you forward this back to me -- you'll see why at the end

Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one......... IT DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, especially the thought at the end.

1. Falling in love.

2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.

3. A hot shower.
                        
4. No lines at the supermarket

5. A special glance.

6. Getting mail

7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.

8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.

9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.

10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.

11. Finding the sweater you want is on sale for half price.

12. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla!) (or strawberry)

13. A long distance phone call.

14. A bubble bath.

15. Giggling.

16. A good conversation.

17 The beach

18. Finding a 20 note in your coat from last winter.

19. Laughing at yourself.

20. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.

21. Running through sprinklers.

22. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.

23. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.

24. Laughing at an inside joke.

25. Friends.

26. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.

27. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.

28. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).

29. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.

30. Playing with a new puppy.

31. Having someone play with your hair.

32. Sweet dreams.

33. Hot chocolate.

34. Road trips with friends.

35. Swinging on swings.

36. Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree while eating cookies and
drinking your favorite tipple.

37. Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can sing along without

feeling stupid.

38. Going to a really good concert.

39. Making eye contact with a cute stranger

40.. Winning a really competitive game.

41. Making chocolate chip cookies..

42. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.

43. Spending time with close friends.

44. Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.

45. Holding hands with someone you care about.

46. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad)
never change

47. Riding the best roller coasters over and over.

48. Watching the _expression on someone's face as they open a much desired
present from you.

49. Watching the sunrise.

50. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.

PASS ON THESE NATURAL HIGHS TO AT LEAST 7 PEOPLE IN THE NEXT HALF HOUR AND SOMETHING FANTASTIC WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IN THE NEXT FEW HOURS. Be sure to

send it back to the person who sent it to you!

Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-16-2003, 05:23 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Michael G. Johnson Newport

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take! [Big Grin]

Amen

If you aren't ashamed to do this, please pass this on.

Not ashamed. Passing this on .
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-17-2003, 02:20 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]
Checked your pennies lately?

A Penny


You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.

Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house.

The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have a rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.

As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.

Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.

He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?

Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.

A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?

"Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the words

"United States of America."

"No, not that; read further."

"One cent?" "No, keep reading."

"In God we Trust?" "Yes!" "And?"

"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin.

Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!

When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.

It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!

And, God is patient... Have a blessed day!! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-18-2003, 07:37 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Public Service Posting

...from the "For What's It's Worth" department...maybe you knew this, maybe you didn't - it scares me if it's true. JJ

Classification: UNCLASSIFIED


The following is provided for your information and further dissemination.

Southern California law enforcement professionals assigned to detect new threats to personal security issues, recently discovered what type of information is embedded in the credit card type hotel room keys used through-out the industry.

Although room keys differ from hotel to hotel, a key obtained from one well-known hotel chain that was being used for a regional Identity Theft Presentation was found to contain the following the information:

a.. Customers (your) name
b.. Customers partial home address
c.. Hotel room number
d.. Check in date and check out date
e.. Customers (your) credit card number and expiration date!


When you turn them in to the front desk your personal information is there for any employee to access by simply scanning the card in the hotel scanner. An employee can take a hand full of cards home and using a scanning device, access the information onto a laptop computer and go shopping at your expense.

Simply put, hotels do not erase these cards until an employee issues the card to the next hotel guest. It is usually kept in a drawer at the front desk with YOUR INFORMATION ON IT!!!!

The bottom line is, keep the cards or destroy them! NEVER leave them behind and NEVER turn them in to the front desk when you check out of a room. They should not charge you for the card.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-21-2003, 05:31 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Reno

You know you're living in 2003 when.....

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.



3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

4. You e-mail your friend who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends is that they do not have e-mail addresses.

6. When you go home after a long day at work you still answer the the phone in a business manner.

7. When you make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial "9" to get an outside line.

8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three different companies.

10. You learn about your lay-off on the 10 o'clock news.



11. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.

12. Contractors outnumber permanent staff and are more likely to get long-service awards.

.... and the real clinchers are...



13. You read this entire list, and kept nodding and smiling.



14. As you read this list, you think about forwarding it to your "friends".

15. You got this e-mail from a friend that never talks to you any more, except to send you jokes from the net.



16. You are too busy to notice there was no No. 9.

17. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a No.9.



(Bet you all did this one!?!?!?) [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-21-2003, 07:44 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Just read this slowly


Jack took a long look at his speedometer before

slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as

many months. How could a guy get caught so often?

When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack

pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry

about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other

car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop

was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.

Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his

trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket.

A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who

happened to be a little eager to get home after a

long day at the office. A guy he was about to play

golf with tomorrow.

Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw

every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.

"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."

"Hello, Jack." No smile.

"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my

wife and kids."

"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm

afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once."

Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said

something about roast! beef and potatoes tonight.

Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a

reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not

going in the right direction. Time to change

tactics.

"What'd you clock me at?"

"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"

"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I

saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to

come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car."

Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the

still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the

dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.

The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.

Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays

before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on

the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob,

a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window

a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass

him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of

his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack

watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the

sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?

Wait a mi! minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?

Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:

"Dear Jack,

Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when

killed by a car. You guessed it-a speeding

driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man

was free. Free to hug his daughters All three of

them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait

until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A

thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A

thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I

need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be

careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."

"Bob"

Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull

away and head down the road.. Jack watched until it

disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled

away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness

and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.

Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an

important message; please pass it along to your

friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars

are not the only things recalled by their maker.

Funny how you can send a thousand jokes' through

e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you

start sending messages regarding the sanctity of

life, people think twice about sharing.

Funny how when you go to forward this message, you

will not send it to many on your address list

because you're not sure what they believe, or what

they will think of you for sending it to them. Pass

this on, you may save a life. Maybe not, but we'll

never know if we don't try.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

May today there be peace within you. May you trust

God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us

to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering

how to fly."

Just send this to (4) people and see what happens on

the fourth day.

Please pass this on. There is no cost, but lots of

rewards. [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-21-2003, 11:51 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Sit back and relax as you reflect back on the good ol' days....

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN...?


All the girls had ugly gym uniforms?

It took five minutes for the TV warm up?

Nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school?

Nobody owned a purebred dog?

When a quarter was a decent allowance?

You'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?

Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?

All your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had
their hair done every day and wore high heels?

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped,
without asking, all for free, every time?
And you didn't pay for air?  And, you got trading stamps to boot?

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner
at a real restaurant with your parents?

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed. . ..and they did?

When a 57 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise,
peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady?

No one ever asked where the car keys were
because they were always in the car,
in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends
and saying things like, "That cloud looks like a ."

and playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals
because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?

And with all our progress, don't you just wish, just once,
you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace,
and share it with the children of today?

When being sent to the principal's office was nothing
compared to the fate that awaited the student at home?
Basically we were in fear for our lives,
but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.
t
Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! 
But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

Send this on to someone who can still remember
Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy,
Howdy Dowdy and the Peanut Gallery,
the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows,
Nellie Bell, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.

As well as summers filled with bike rides, baseball games,
Hula Hoops, bowling and visits to the pool,
and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that"?

I am sharing this with you today 
because it ended with a double dog dare to pass it on.
To remember what a double dog dare is, read on.
And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between
old enough to know better and too young to care.

How many of these do you remember?

Candy cigarettes
Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes
Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
Newsreels before the movie
P.F. Fliers
Telephone numbers with a word prefix....(Raymond 4-601).
Party lines
Peashooters
Howdy Dowdy
45 RPM records
Green Stamps
Hi-Fi's
Metal ice cubes trays with levers
Mimeograph paper
Beanie and Cecil
Roller-skate keys
Cork pop guns
Drive ins
Studebakers
Washtub wringers
The Fuller Brush Man
Reel-To-Reel tape recorders
Tinkertoys
Erector Sets
The Fort Apache Play Set
Lincoln Logs
15 cent McDonald hamburgers

5 cent packs of baseball cards -
with that awful pink slab of bubble gum

Penny candy

35 cent a gallon gasoline
Jiffy Pop popcorn

Do you remember a time when...

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"?
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "Do Over!"?
"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest?
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening? (and it did )
It wasn't odd to have two or three "Best Friends"?

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties"?
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot?
A foot of snow was a dream come true?

Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute commercials for action figures?
"Oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense?
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?
War was a card game?
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin?
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!!!!!!!

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from
their "grown-up" life . . .I double-dog-dare-ya! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-21-2003, 12:20 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] PSA - PSA - PSA

This one, allegedly true, worth reading and passing on.I learned something I never knew or thought about......



The story goes that a 36 year old female had an accident several weeks ago and totaled her car.

A resident of Kilgore, Texas, she was traveling between Gladewater &Kilgore. It was raining, though not excessive, when her car suddenly began to hydroplane and literally flew through the air. She was not seriously injured but very stunned at the sudden occurrence!

When she explained to the highway patrolman what had happened, he told her something that every driver should know: NEVER DRIVE IN THE RAIN WITH YOUR CRUISE CONTROL ON.

She had thought she was being cautious by setting the cruise control and maintaining a safe, consistent speed in the rain.

But the highway patrolman told her that if the cruise control is on and your car begins to hydroplane - when your tires loose contact with the pavement - your car will accelerate to a higher rate of speed and you take off like an airplane. She told the patrolman that was exactly what had occurred.

We all know you have little or no control over a car when it begins to hydroplane. You are at the mercy of the Good Lord. The Highway Patrol estimated her car was actually traveling through the air at 10 to 15 miles per hour faster than the speed set on the cruise control.

The patrolman said this warning should be listed on the drivers seat sun-visor - NEVER USE THE CRUISE CONTROL WHEN THE PAVEMENT IS WET OR ICY - along with the airbag warning.

We tell our teenagers to set the cruise control and drive a safe speed - but we don't tell them to use the cruise control only when the pavement is dry.
The only person the accident victim found who knew this (besides the patrolman) was a man who had had a similar accident, totaled his car and sustained severe injuries.

[If you send this to several in your Address Book and only one of them doesn't know about this, then it was all worth it, because you might have saved a life.]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-22-2003, 02:53 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston,Ont

Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children.

Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.

Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.

Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.

Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love.

It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear.

Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity.

Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.

If you send this to 5 people then you have a chance to touch 5 people. You won't get any wish for material things, however you might just find a piece of serenity and the warmth of God's touch. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-22-2003, 04:31 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Reno

You Are Blessed




If you woke up this morning
with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than the
million who won't survive the week.

If you have never experienced
the danger of battle,
the loneliness of imprisonment,
the agony of torture or
the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 20 million people
around the world.

If you attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than almost
three billion people in the world.

If you have food in your refrigerator,
clothes on your back, a roof over
your head and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank,
in your wallet, and spare change
in a dish someplace, you are among
the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still married and alive,
you are very rare,
especially in the United States.

If you hold up your head with a smile
on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not.

If you can hold someone's hand, hug them
or even touch them on the shoulder,
you are blessed because you can
offer God's healing touch.

If you can read this message,
you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world
that cannot read anything at all.

You are so blessed in ways
you may never even know.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-27-2003, 02:05 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Michael G Newport

There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're notsuperstitious. This Lotus Totus has been sent to you for good luck fromthe Anthony Robbins organization.It has been sent around the world ten times so far.You will receive good luck within four days of relaying this Lotus Totus.


Do not keep this message.

The Lotus Totus must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES.Otherwise you will get a very unpleasant surprise.This is true,even if you are not superstitious,agnostic,or otherwise faith impaired.

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to
answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for
others; and Responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it inyour voice.

TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-28-2003, 11:38 AM:
 
Rated PG [Smile] Via: Dennis in Yonkers

Benefits of sex!!!!!!!!!!!

You've gotta read this. It's hilarious!

Be sure to read the Warning at the bottom.

Did you know that you can tell from the skin whether a person is sexually active or not?

1. Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make love they produce amounts of the hormone oestrogen, which makes hair shine and skin smooth.

2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.

3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic dinner.

4. Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers!

5. Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being.

6. The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!

7. Sex is the safest tranquillizer in the world.IT IS 10 TIME MORE EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.

8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away.Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.

9. Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking
session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.

10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.

This message has been sent to you for good luck in sex.

The original is in a room in Palaiseau. It has been sent around the world nine times. Now sex has been sent to you.

The "Hot Sex Fairy" will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on. If you don't, then you will never receive good sex again for the rest of your life.

You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off.

This is no joke! Send copies to people you think need sex (who doesn't?). Don't send money, as the fate of your genitals has no price.

Do not keep this message. This message must leave your e-mail in 96! hours. Please send ten copies and see what happens in four days.

Since the copy must tour the world, you must send it. This is true, even if you are not superstitious.

GOOD SEX, but please remember: 10 copies of this message must leave your e-mail in 96 hours or you will not have good sex again for the rest of your life:D
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-17-2003, 12:18 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Donna in Phoenix



THINGS GOD WON'T ASK

God won't ask what kind of car you drove,He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.

God won't ask the square footage of your house, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.

God won't ask what your highest salary was,He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.

God won't ask what your job title was, He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of our ability.

God won't ask how many friends you had,He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived,He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.

God ! won't ask about the color of your skin,He'll ask about the content of your character.

God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation,He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven,and not to the gates of Hell.

God won't ask how many people you forwarded this to,He'll ask if you were ashamed to pass it on to your friends.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-18-2003, 07:07 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

MY CODE OF UNDERSTANDING
Subject: As I get older...

The lessons I've learned as I've matured:


I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jack asses.

I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.

I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

I've learned that it is not what you wear, it is how you take it off.

I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.

I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.

I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.

I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.

I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.                     

I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.  And the real pains in the ass are permanent.

Pass this along to five friends...trust me, they'll appreciate it.Who  knows, maybe something good will happen.

 If not...tough.     

As Always ... Keep grinning ...
it makes people wonder what you are up to [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-03-2003, 02:31 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Dear Sir,

Following the sudden removal of my husband Charles Taylor from office as the President of Liberia in August 2003.I have been thrown into a state of utter confusion,frustration and hopelessness by the present civilian administration.

The security agents in the country have subjected me to physical and psychological torture. This is because my husband dropped me and went into exile/asylum with his youngest wife to Nigeria.

You must have heard over the media reports and the Internet about various huge sums of money deposited by my husband in different security firms abroad.

I will give you more information as to this regard in due course.I repose great confidence in you hence my approach to you.But due to security network placed on my day to day affairs I cannot afford to visit the embassy, so that is why I decided to contact you and I hope you will not betray my confidence in you.

I have deposited the sum of 40.3 million dollars with a security firm in MORNACO whose name is withheld for now until we open communication.I shall be grateful if you could receive this fund into your account for safekeeping.

You and my son Ndanusa Taylor alone know this arrangement, and my son will deal directly with you as security is up my whole being.I am seriously considering to settle down abroad in a friendly atmosphere as soon as this fund get into your account so that I can start all over again. If only you wish,you can help me to take delivery of the fund,otherwise, you can help me in diverting this fund into your account which will accrue you 30% of this fund.

Please I will require your telephone and fax numbers so that we can commence communication immediately and I will give you a more detailed picture of things.In case you don't accept please do not let me out to the security as I am giving you this information with total trust and confidence I will greatly appreciate if you accept my proposal in good faith. Please expedite action.

Regards,
Julie Taylor

Although, I received this in an e-mail from jtaylor.mrs@fsmail.net please feel free to answer yourself. [Eek!]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-03-2003, 03:48 PM:
 
Rated G [Eek!] LAS in CT

(A must read for people over 25 yrs of age).

People over 25 should be dead.To the survivors:According to today's regulators and bureaucrats,those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's & 70's,probably shouldn't have survived.


Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing..

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.

We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure,success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.And you're one of them!

Congratulations. Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors? [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-09-2003, 10:04 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

This is why I try not to forget to say I love YOU....


This has not been broken since 9/11/01, please keep it going...
This has been kept alive and moving since 9/11. In memory of all those who perished this morning; the passengers and the pilots on the United Air and AA flights, the workers in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and all the innocent bystanders.. Our prayers go out to the friends and families of the deceased.

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never! comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

Send this to at least 10 people to show your support.

PLEASE DON'T BREAK IT!!!!!!

Keep it going !!!!!!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-09-2003, 10:42 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five!
 
That's the key.
 
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey,you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . you become
21..

Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk.He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now,you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it,you REACH 50 . . .. and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70!

After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime.
And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!
 
HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height..Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.
 
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
 
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
 
4. Enjoy the simple things.
 
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
 
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
 
7. Surround yourself with what you love, Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

 
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
 
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
 
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
 
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. And if you don't send this to at least 8 people - who cares?

But do share this with someone. We all need to live life to its fullest each day.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-16-2003, 05:03 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Dear Mr. Ex President Clinton:


I recently saw a bumper sticker that said, "Thank me, I voted for Clinton-Gore." So, I sat down and reflected on that, and I am sending my "Thank you" for what you have done, specifically:

1. Thank you for introducing us to Jennifer Flowers, Paula Jones, Monica Lewinsky, Dolly Kyle Browning, Kathleen Willey, and Juanita Broderick. Did I leave anyone out?

2. Thank you for teaching my 8 year old about oral sex. I had really planned to wait until they were older to discuss it with them,but now they know more about it than I did as a senior in college.

3. Thank you for showing us that sexual harassment in the work place (especially the White House) and on the job is OK, and all you have to know is what the meaning of "is" is. It really is great to know that certain sexual acts are not sex, and one person may have sex while the other one involved does NOT have sex.

4. Thank you for reintroducing the concept of impeachment to a new generation and demonstrating that the ridiculous plot of the movie "Wag the Dog" could be plausible after all.

5. Thanks for making Jimmy Carter look competent, Gerald Ford look graceful,Richard Nixon look honest,Lyndon Johnson look truthful,and John Kennedy look moral.

6. Thank you for the 73 House and Senate witnesses who have pled the 5th Amendment and 17 witnesses who have fled the country to avoid testifying about Democratic campaign fund raising.

7. Thank you, for the 19 charges, 8 convictions, and 4 imprisonments from the Whitewater "mess" and the 55 criminal charges and 32 criminal convictions (so far) in the other "Clinton" scandals.

8. Thanks also for reducing our military by half, "gutting" much of our foreign policy, and flying all over the world on
"vacations" carefully disguised as necessary trips.

9. Thank you,also,for "finding" millions of dollars--- I really didn't need it in the first place,and I can't think of a more well deserving group of recipients for my hard-earned dollars than jet fuel for all of your globe-trotting.I understand you;the family and you r cronies have logged in more time aboard Air Force One than any other administration.

10. Now that you've left the White House, thanks for the 140 pardons of convicted felons and indicted felons-in-exile. We will love to have them rejoin society.

11. Thanks also for removing the White House silverware.I'm sure that Laura Bush didn't like the pattern anyway.Also enjoy the housewarming gifts you've received from your "friends."

12. Thanks to you and your staff in the West Wing of the White House for vandalizing and destroying government property on the way out.I also appreciate removing all of that excess weight (China, silverware, linen, towels, ash trays, soap, pens, magnetic compass,flight manuals, etc.)out of Air Force 1. The weight savings means burning less fuel,thus less tax dollars spent on jet fuel.Thank you!

13. And finally,please ensure that Hillary enjoys the $8 million dollar advance for her upcoming "tell-all" book and you, Bill, the $10 million advance for your memoirs.Who says crime doesn't pay!

14. The last and most important point - thank you for forcing Israel to let Mohammed Atta go free. Terrorist pilot Mohammed Atta blew up a bus in Israel in 1986. The Israelis captured, tried and imprisoned him. As part of the Oslo agreement with the Palestinians in 1993, Israel had to agree to release so-called "political prisoners".However,the Israelis would not release any with blood on their hands.The American President at the time,Bill Clinton,and his Secretary of State,Warren Christopher,"insisted" that all prisoners be released.Thus Mohammed Atta was freed and eventually thanked the US by flying an airplane into Tower One of the World Trade Center.This was reported by many of the American TV networks at the time that the terrorists were first identified. It was censored in the US from all later reports. Why shouldn't Americans know the real truth?

What a guy!

If you agree that the American public must be made aware of these facts, pass this on. God bless America and THANK YOU (once again) for spending my taxes so wisely and frugally.

SINCERELY,
A US Citizen

PS. Please pass along a special thank you to Al Gore for "inventing" the Internet,without which I would not be able to send this wonderful factual e-mail.

AND THE REST OF THE STORY

Hillary Rodham Clinton, as a New York State Senator, now comes under the "Congressional Retirement and Staffing Plan," which means that even if she never gets reelected, she STILL receives her Congressional salary until she dies. (Would it not be nice if all Americans were pension eligible after only 4 years?)

If Bill outlives her, he then inherits HER salary until HE dies. He is already getting his Presidential salary until he dies. If Hillary outlives Bill, she also gets HIS salary until she dies. Guess who pays for that?

WE DO!

It's common knowledge that in order for her to establish NY residency,hey purchased a million dollar-plus house in upscale Chappaqua,New York.Makes sense.They are entitled to Secret Service protection for life. Still makes sense.

Here is where it becomes interesting.Their mortgage payments hover at around $10,000 per month.BUT,an extra residence HAD to be built within the acreage to house the Secret Service agents.

The Clintons charge the Federal government $10,000 monthly rent for the use of that extra residence,which is just about equal to their mortgage payment.This means that we,the taxpayers,are paying the Clinton's salary,mortgage,transportation,safety and security,as well as the salaries for their 12 man staff -- and, this is all perfectly legal!

When she runs for President,will you vote for her? How many people can YOU send this to? [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-17-2003, 09:51 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Dennis in Yonkers

Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that came to live in America because it is the Country of Choice??????

Think about it . . .

All I have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS? I celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't celebrated by everyone, we can no longer say Merry Christmas.Now it has to be Season's Greetings.It's not Christmas vacation,it's Winter Break.Isn't it amazing how this winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday? We've gone so far the other way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone,that I am now being offended.
But it seems that no one has a problem with that.

This says it all!

This is an editorial written by an American citizen, published in a Tampa newspaper. He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!

IMMIGRANTS,NOT AMERICANS,MUST ADAPT.

I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11,we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans.However,the dust from the attacks had
barely settled when the "politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration,nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America.Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants ofn immigrants.However,there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country,and apparently some born here, need to understand.This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans,we have our own culture, our own society,our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles,trials,and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish,Portuguese,Arabic,Chinese, Japanese,Russian,or any other language.Therefore,if you wish to become part of our society,learn the language!

"In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women,on Christian principles,founded this nation, and this is clearly documented.It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools.If God
offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.

If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet.We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from.This is OUR COUNTRY,our land,and our lifestyle.Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag,our pledge,our national motto,or our way of life,I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

If you agree -- pass this along; if you don't agree -- delete it!

AMEN

I figure if we all keep passing this to our friends (and enemies)
it will also, sooner or later get back to the complainers, lets all try, please
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-19-2003, 09:14 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Reno

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11).

Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives."

"And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"

"In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK."

"Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school ... the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK."

"Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide)."

"We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK."

"Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves."

"Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they WILL think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-09-2004, 08:55 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Will

I just wanted to state how proud I am about being personally
responsible for stopping at least 80 chain emails in their tracks
during 2003. The branches died at my in box. They may have been
around the world to hundreds or even thousands of people, but
when they reached me, they f*cking died. Often they died with
malice as I clicked the delete button with more truculence and
impetus than necessary.

The price I have had to pay for this selfless behavior has been
high. I have countless decades of bad luck before me. I have
forfeited untold events of good luck. I have deferred receiving
payments from Bill Gates. General Mills hasn't sent me money. I
have been forced to lie awake sleepless with guilt because when
given my choice to now delete, or forward the warm and fuzzy
missive, I chose to delete it. Yes, I hope all of you appreciate
how I have done my part. I can but hope that others will do the
same. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-09-2004, 09:20 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Michele

Hi there friend,

I am sending you this unsolicited e-mail because I feel it is most important.The subject line of this message contains the
MEANING OF LIFE!!! Yes friends, all your hopes and dreams and greatest ambitions are encapsulated in thatjumbled and garbled subject line.

Of course you cannot make heads nor tails out of it,because it isencrypted with DES level III encryption with a 2048 bit key.
(Don't even think about trying to crack it yourself). The reason
it is encoding is for your own protection. What would you think if you just received the MEANING OF LIFE in an ordinary e-mail message? You would be very disappointed.

So what do you have to do to find out the true meaning behind thisscrambled subject line?? Just send us $50.00 in US funds and we will send you the 2048 bit key that will unscramble this message and make your life truly wonderful!! That is right no more hard work, no more annoying supervisors, no more aches and pains, no more suffering. Yes, that is right! THE MEANING OF LIFE!! is contained in that simple subject line header.

And that's not all folks, your $50.00 also gets you a copy of the
Greatest Hits of Barry Manilow on 8-track tape along with a Ginsu knife and, if you can believe it, your very own autographed copy of RN, the autobiography of Richard Nixon. Yes, just $50.00 will bring you fame, fortune and happiness. If you act right now, we will include another free gift, a whole case of potted meat! Doesn't it just make your mouth water?

So don't delay, dear friends, act now. This offer won't last
forever and neither will you. Don't you want to discover what life is all about before you die?? That is right, a mere $50.00 brings you all these great gifts. AND, I cannot emphasis this strongly enough, the REAL MEANING OF LIFE!!

Now you have probably heard of similar offers, but this is the realthing--no cheap imitations, no foreign imports. This is the
genuine, American made, MEANING OF LIFE!! Do not hesitate. Send
your money in now.

SEND $50.00 US TO:

THE PSYCHOTIC FRIENDS NETWORK
ALCATRAZ ISLAND BUSINESS PARK
BIRDMAN MEMORIAL SUITE
PO BOX 1BORNEVRYMINUTTT
SAN FRANCISCO, CA
USA

For your convenience and our profit we accept: MC, VISA, AMEX,
DIS, and the BUBBA charge card.

DO NOT DELAY!! SEND TODAY FOR YOUR VERY OWN MEANING OF LIFE!!!

Offer void where prohibited by law or in states where there is
outstanding litigation pending. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-15-2004, 09:14 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]
Special Day


Today is International Day of The Very Good Looking,Beautiful and Damn Attractive People,so send this message to someone you think fits this description.

Please do not send it back to me as I have already received over fifty thousand messages and my inbox is jammed full. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-16-2004, 03:19 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Interesting Credit Card Scam

A friend sent this to me ........ very interesting.
 
Please pass it on.

 
   ----------------------------------------------------------
 
   We all receive emails all the time regarding one scam or another; but last week I REALLY DID get scammed! Both VISA and MasterCard told me that this scam is currently being worked throughout the Midwest, with some variance as to the product or amount,and if you are called,just hang up.
 
 My husband was called on Wednesday from "VISA" and I was called in Thursday from "MasterCard".It worked like this:Person calling says,"This is Carl Patterson (any name) and I'm calling from the Security and Fraud department at VISA.My Badge number is 12460.Your card has been flagged for an unusual purchase pattern,and I'm calling to verify.This would be on your VISA card issued by 5/3 bank.Did you purchase an Anti-Telemarketing Device for $497.99 from a marketing company based in Arizona?"
 
 When you say "No".The caller continues with,"Then we will be issuing a credit to your account.This is a company we have been watching and the charges range from $297 to $497,just under the $500 purchase pattern that flags most cards.Before your next statement,the credit will be sent to (gives you your address), is that correct?"
 
You say,"Yes". The caller continues . . . "I will be starting a fraud investigation.If you have any questions,you should call the 800 number listed on your card 1-800-VISA and ask for Security. you will need to refer to this Control _".Then gives you a 6 digit number. "Do you need me to read it again?" Caller then says he "needs to verify you are in possession of your card. Turn the card over.There are 7 numbers; first 4 are 1234 (whatever) the next 3 are the security numbers that verify you are in possession of the card.These are the numbers you use to make internet purchases to prove you have the card.Read me the 3 numbers." Then he says "That is correct.I just needed to verify that the card has not been lost or stolen,and that you still have your card.Do you have any other questions?
 
Don't hesitate to call back if you do."
 
 You actually say very little, and they never ask for or tell you the card number.But after we were called on Wednesday,we called back within 20 minutes to ask a question.Are we glad we did! The REAL VISA security dept. told us it was a scam and in the last 15 minutes a new purchase of $497.99 WAS put on our card.
 
Long story made short . . we made a real fraud report and closed the VISA card and they are reissuing as a new number.What the scam wants is the 3 digit number and that once the charge goes through, they keep charging every few days.By the time you get your statement, you think the credit is coming, and then its harder to actually file a fraud report.The real VISA reinforced that they will never ask for anything on the card (they already know).
 
 What makes this more remarkable is that on Thursday,I got a call from "Jason Richardson of MasterCard" with a word for word repeat of the VISA Scam.This time I didn't let him finish. I hung up.
 
 We filed a police report (as instructed by VISA),and they said they are taking several of these reports daily and to tell friends,relatives and coworkers.
 
 
 
PASS IT ON!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-27-2004, 09:50 AM:
 
Rated G

Andy Rooney said on 60 minutes a few weeks back:


I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers.The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America.

Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine,White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens.Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.Guns do not make you a killer.I think killing makes you a killer.You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why
there are no girls allowed Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?

I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong,it is not a phobia,it is an opinion.

I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are
different,weird,or tick me off.

When 70% of the people who get arrested are black,in cities where 70% of the population is black,that is not racial profiling,it is the Law of Probability.

I believe that if you are selling me a milk shake,a pack of
cigarettes,a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter offact,if you want to be an American citizen,you should have to speak English!

My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the
countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.I think thepolice should have every right to shoot your sorry self if you threatenthem after they tell you to stop.If you can't understand the word"freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.

I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bankloans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store,or any other business.

We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our
lives in wars to defend their freedoms,so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations.

I don't hate the rich.I don't pity the poor.I know pro wrestling is fake,but so are movies and television.That doesn't stop you from watching them.

I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and
continue to make more.If it ticks you off,go and invent the next
operating system that's better,and put your name on the building. Ask your buddy that invented the Internet to help you. (Al)

It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"

I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please
don't pretend they are a political statement.And,please,stay home until that new lip ring heals.I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!

I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people,and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great,great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.

And if you don't like my point of view, though. DON'T PASS IT ON!! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-28-2004, 07:32 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

IRS Scam

WARNING! PLEASE READ IMMEDIATELY!

THIS IS SERIOUS!


If you get an envelope from a company called the Internal Revenue Service, DO NOT OPEN IT! This group operates a scam around this time every year. Their letter claims that you owe them money, which they will take and use to pay for the operation of essential functions of the United States government. This is untrue! The money the IRS collects is used to fund various other corporations which depend on subsidies to stay in business.

This organization has ties to another shady outfit called the Social Security Administration, who claim to take money from your regular paychecks and save it for your retirement. In truth, the SSA uses the money to pay for the same misguided corporate welfare the IRS helps mastermind.

These scam artists have cheated honest, hard working Americans out of billions of dollars. Don't be among them!

FORWARD THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-04-2004, 08:50 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] One film-tech good guy sent this to me. [Smile]

You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go;
Pull a chair up to the TV set,
"Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet."

Depending on the channel you tuned,
You got Rob and Laura - or Ward and June;
It felt so good. It felt so right,
Life looked better in black and white.

I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys,
Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys;
Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train,
Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane.

Father Knows Best, Patty Duke,
Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too;
Donna Reed on Thursday night! --
Life looked better in black and white.

I wanna go back to black and white,
Everything always turned out right;
Simple people, simple lives...
Good guys always won the fights.

Now nothing is the way it seems,
In living color on the TV screens;
Too many murders, too many fights,
I wanna go back to black and white.

In God they trusted; alone in bed they slept,
A promise made was a promise kept;
They never cussed or broke their vows,
They'd never make the network now.

But if I could, I'd rather be,
In a TV town in '53;
It felt so good. It felt so right,
Life looked better in black and white.

I'd trade all the channels on the satellite,
If I could just turn back the clock tonight;
To when everybody knew wrong from right,
Life was better in black and white! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-04-2004, 08:50 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] One film-tech good guy sent this to me. [Smile]

You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go;
Pull a chair up to the TV set,
"Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet."

Depending on the channel you tuned,
You got Rob and Laura - or Ward and June;
It felt so good. It felt so right,
Life looked better in black and white.

I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys,
Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys;
Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train,
Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane.

Father Knows Best, Patty Duke,
Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too;
Donna Reed on Thursday night! --
Life looked better in black and white.

I wanna go back to black and white,
Everything always turned out right;
Simple people, simple lives...
Good guys always won the fights.

Now nothing is the way it seems,
In living color on the TV screens;
Too many murders, too many fights,
I wanna go back to black and white.

In God they trusted; alone in bed they slept,
A promise made was a promise kept;
They never cussed or broke their vows,
They'd never make the network now.

But if I could, I'd rather be,
In a TV town in '53;
It felt so good. It felt so right,
Life looked better in black and white.

I'd trade all the channels on the satellite,
If I could just turn back the clock tonight;
To when everybody knew wrong from right,
Life was better in black and white! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-11-2004, 05:56 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

A Chain letter to make you think.....


It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste means affluence.Throwing away things meant you knew there'd always be more.

But then my husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of our bedroom, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute". Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away . . never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you".

So . while we have it . . . it's best we love it . . . . and care for it . . . and fix it when it's broken. . . . and heal it when it's sick.

This is true . . . . for marriage . . . . and old cars . . . . and children with bad report cards . . . . . and dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep - like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special . . and so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people that are "keepers" in your life . . .

Thank you for being a special part of my life! . . .. . . You're a Keeper [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-15-2004, 08:52 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Reno

I think this is important enough to forward.



WRITE IT ON THE BACK OF YOUR ENVELOPES

I THINK THIS A GREAT IDEA. I WILL START WRITING THIS ON FRONT OF ALL MY ENVELOPES, TOO!


You may have heard in the news that a couple of Post Offices in Texas have been forced to take down small posters that say "IN GOD WE TRUST,"
The law, they say, is being violated.

Anyway, I heard proposed on a radio station show, that we all write "IN GOD WE 'TRUST " on the back of all our mail. After all, that is our national motto, and it's on all the money we use to buy those stamps. I think it is a wonderful idea.

We must take back our nation from all the people who think that anything that offends them should be removed.

If you like this idea, please pass it on and DO IT. The idea of writing or stamping "IN GOD WE TRUST" on our envelopes sounds good to me. I'M HAVING MY STAMP MADE TODAY!

It has been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a mess about having "In God We Trust"on our money and having God in the pledge of Allegiance.

Could it be that WE just need to take action and tell the 14% to "sit down and shut up"?

If you agree, pass this on, if not delete. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-15-2004, 10:13 AM:
 
Rated G [Eek!] Anonymous Author

Chain Letters

To all my friends,thanks to you sending me chain letters in 2003:


* I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it's good
for removing toilet stains.

* I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle
infected with AIDS.

* I smell like a dog since I stopped using deodorants because
they cause cancer.

* I don't leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and
sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that
someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.

* I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they ask me
to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill from Hell
with calls to Uganda, Singapore and Tokyo.

* I stopped consuming several foods for fear that the estrogens
they contain may turn me gay.

* I also stopped eating chicken and hamburgers because they are
nothing other than horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or
feathers that are bred in a lab so that places like McDonald's
can sell their Big Macs.

* I also stopped drinking anything out of a can for fear that I
will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

* I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account, a sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times. Funny,that girl,she's been 7 since 1993...

* I went bankrupt from bounced checks that I made expecting the
$15,000 that Microsoft and AOL were supposed to send me when I
participated in their special e-mail program.

* My Ericcson phone never arrived and neither did the passes for a paid vacation to Disneyland.

IMPORTANT NOTE:
Unless you tell 1,200 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will crap on you today at 7 PM. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-20-2004, 07:51 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

What was my Mother thinking?


My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs, and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife...and no bleach! Funny, but we never seemed to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter, too....and I used to eat it raw sometimes, but I just can't remember getting e coli...not once!

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring). The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not "PE"... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries, but they must have happened because they tell us how much "safer" we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess "PE" must be a lot harder than gym.

Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson [and provided comic relief] by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the School District!

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the National Anthem and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches!

I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year-olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway), but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles.

What an archaic health system we had then. Remember the School Nurse? Ours wore a hat and everything!

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't believe how bored we all were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box, or 270 digital-cable TV stations.

I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm!

Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have died!

We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome and then we got our rear spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat!

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there, too...and then we got spanked again when we got home! Talk about physical abuse!!!

Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks.
(Remember Tonka Trucks? Remember how tough they were? It sure wasn't so they could take the rough Berber in the family room!)

Oh, and Dad even drove a car burning leaded gas!

Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept at campgrounds in the family tent.

Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I didn't even know that mowers came with engines until I was 13...and (horrors!) we got one without an "automatic blade-stop"!

How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amok!!!

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that? We needed group therapy and anger management classes...and didn't even know it!

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

How did we EVER survive???.... [Big Grin]
____________________________________________________
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-20-2004, 02:56 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

"OLD GEEZERS"


"Geezers" (slang for an old man) are easy to spot:


At sporting events, during the playing of
the National Anthem, Old Geezers hold
their caps over their hearts and sing without
embarrassment. They know the words and
believe in them. Old Geezers remember
World War I, the Depression, World
War II, Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal, Normandy
and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Age,
the Korean War, The Cold War, the Jet Age
and the Moon Landing, not to mention Vietnam.

If you bump into an Old Geezer on the sidewalk,
he will apologize. If you pass an Old Geezer
on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a
lady. Old Geezers trust strangers and are
courtly to women. Old Geezers hold the door
for the next person and always, when walking,
make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.

Old Geezers get embarrassed if someone curses
in front of women and children and they don't like
any filth on TV or in movies. Old Geezers have
moral courage. They seldom brag unless it's
about their grandchildren.

It's the Old Geezers who know our great country
is protected, not by politicians or police, but by
the young men and women in the military serving their country.

This country needs Old Geezers with their decent
values. We need them now more than ever.
Thank God for Old Geezers! [Big Grin]

Pass this on to all the Old Geezers you know.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-22-2004, 12:52 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Hank in Simi

IT WAS GOOD



Were you a kid in the Fifties or earlier? Everybody makes fun of our childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-something's shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad? Judge for yourself:



In 1953 The US population was less than 150 million... Yet you knew more people then, and knew them better... And that was good.



The average annual salary was under $3,000... Yet our parents could put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life... And that was good



A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents... But it was safe for a five-year-old to skate to the store and buy one... And that was good.



Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke and Lassie... So nobody ever heard of ratings or filters... And that was good.



We didn't have air-conditioning... So the windows stayed up and half a dozen mothers ran outside when you fell off your bike... And that was good.



Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins... But not Ms Becky or Mr. Dan... And that was good.



The only hazardous material you knew about... Was a patch of grassburrs around the light pole at the corner... And that was good.



You loved to climb into a fresh bed... Because sheets were dried on the clothesline... And that was good.



People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives.. So "child care" meant grandparents or aunts and uncles... And that was good.



Parents were respected and their rules were law.... Children did not talk back..... and that was good.



TV was in black-and-white... But all outdoors was in glorious color....And that was certainly good.



Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody's carburetor.. And the Dad next door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs.. And that was very good.



Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard... And chickens behind the garage... And that was definitely good.



And just when you were about to do something really bad.. Chances were you'd run into your Dad's high school coach... Or the nosy old lady from up the street... Or your little sister's piano teacher... Or somebody from Church.... ALL of whom knew your parents' phone number... And YOUR first name... And even THAT was good! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~



REMEMBER...



Send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Abbott & Costello, Sky King, Little Lulu comics, Brenda Starr, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk as well as the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning, and summers filled with bike rides, playing cowboy, playing hide and seek and kick-the-can and Simon Says, baseball games, amateur shows at the local theater before the Saturday matinee, bowling and visits to the pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar, and wax lips and bubblegum cigars



Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that! [Big Grin]


And was it really that long ago?
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-04-2004, 01:43 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ont.

MOMENTS IN LIFE


There are moments in life when you miss someone
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real!

When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us.

Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance to do all the things
you want to do.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human and
enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily
have the best of everything;
they just make the most of
everything that comes along their way.

The brightest future will always
be based on a forgotten past;
you can't go forward in life until
you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying
and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
you're the one who is smiling and everyone
around you is crying.

Please send this message on if you wish

Don't count the years-count the memories.......... [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-07-2004, 04:14 AM:
 
Rated PG [Eek!] Donna in Phoenix

In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported by ship.

It was also before commercial fertilizer's invention, so large shipments of manure were common.

It was shipped dry, because in that form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water at sea hit it, it not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by-product is methane gas.

As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen. Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM!

Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening.

After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the term "Ship High In Transit" on them which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane.

Thus evolved the term "S.H.I.T," which has come down through the centuries and is in use to this very day.

You probably did not know the true history of this word.

Neither did I. I always thought it was a golf term. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-21-2004, 08:20 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Graduation

They walked in tandem,each of the ninety-three students filing into the already crowded auditorium.With rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps,they looked almost as grown up as they felt.

Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles,and moms freely brushed away tears.

This class would not pray during the commencements ----- not by choice but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it. The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling.

They gave inspirational and challenging speeches,but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.

The speeches were nice, but they were routine....... until the final speech received a standing ovation.A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone.He stood still and silent for just a moment,and then,it happened.

All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED!!!!

The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said,"GOD BLESS YOU, each and every one of you!" And he walked off stage... The audience exploded into applause. The graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval! [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-29-2004, 10:40 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

You may have heard in the news that a couple of Post Offices in Texas have been forced to take down small posters that say "IN GOD WE TRUST." The law,they say,is being violated.It's something silly about electioneering posters (is God running for office)?

Anyway,I heard proposed on a radio station show,that we all write "IN GODWE TRUST" on the back of all our mail.After all, that is our 'national motto',and it's on all the money we use to buy those stamps.I think it isa wonderful idea.

We must take back our nation from all the people who think that anything that offends them should be removed.

If you like this idea, please pass it on and DO IT. A friend of mine ishaving a stamp made today.

It has been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore,I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a mess about having "In God

We Trust"on our money and having God in the pledge of Allegiance.

Could it be that WE just need to take action and tell the 14% to "sit down nand shut up"?
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-22-2004, 10:08 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Reno

THE LAW IS THE LAW


So if the US government determines that it is against the law for the words"under God" to be on our money, then, so be it.

And if that same government decides that the "Ten Commandments" are not to be used in or on a government installation,then, so be it.

And since they already have prohibited any prayer in the schools,on which they deem their authority,then so be it.

I say,"so be it," because I would like to be a law abiding US citizen.

I say,"so be it," because I would like to think that smarter people than I are in positions to make good decisions.

I would like to think that those people have the American Publics' best interests at heart.

BUT, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I'D LIKE?

Since we can't pray to God,can't Trust in God and cannot Post HisCommandments in Government buildings,I don't believe the Government and it's employees should participate in the Easter and Christmas celebrations which honor the God that our government is eliminating from many facets of American life.

I'd like my mail delivered on Christmas,Good Friday,thanksgiving & Easter.After all,it's just another day.

I'd like the US Supreme Court to be in session on Christmas, Good Friday,Thanksgiving & Easter as well as Sundays.After all, it's just another day.

I'd like the Senate and the House of representatives to not have to worry about getting home for the "Christmas Break." After all it's just another day.

I'm thinking that a lot of my taxpayer dollars could be saved,if all government offices & services would work on Christmas,Good Friday & Easter.

It shouldn't cost any overtime since those would be just like any other day of the week to a government that is trying to be "politically correct."

In fact.... I think that our government should work on Sundays (initially set aside for worshipping God...)because,after all, our government says that it should be just another day....

What do you all think???? If this idea gets to enough people, maybe our elected officials will stop giving in to the minority opinions and begin,once again, to represent the majority of ALL of the American people.

SO BE IT...........

Please Dear Lord, Give us the help needed to keep you in our country!

'Amen' and 'Amen'

Touche! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-02-2004, 02:17 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ont.

Subject: PETITIONS TO GOD

This is one of the nicest emails I have seen:


I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.

My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received."
I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.
Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them."

I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section," my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed. "How is it that? There's no work going on here?" I asked.

"So sad," the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments.

"How does one acknowledge God's blessings?" I asked.

"Simple," the angel answered. "Just say, "Thank you, Lord."

"What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.

"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep ... you are richer than 75% of this world. "If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

"And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."

Also ......

"If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ...... you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.

"If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... you are ahead of 700 million people in the world.

"If you can attend a church meeting without t fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death ... you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world.

"If your parents are still alive and still married . you are very rare.

If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you are unique to all those in doubt and despair."

Ok, what now? How can I start?

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.

Attn: Acknowledge Dept.: Thank You Lord!
"Thank you Lord, for giving me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people to share it with." [Big Grin]

For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-02-2004, 11:21 PM:
 
Rated G [Eek!]

How true this is:


An American car company can move its factories to Mexico and claim it's a free market.

An American toy company can outsource to a Chinese subcontractor and claim it's a free market.

A major American bank can incorporate in Bermuda to avoid taxes and claim it's a free market.

We can buy HP Printers made in Mexico.

We can buy shirts made in Bangladesh.

We can purchase almost anything we want from many different countries.

BUT,heaven help the elderly who dare to buy their prescription drugs from a Canadian pharmacy.That's called un-American! You think the pharmaceutical companies don't have a powerful lobby?

Think again!

Maybe this is an issue that should come up in the next election!

We're all in this boat together. [eyes]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-19-2004, 07:29 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

My Friday Story

A Stop on the Road of Life


With three kids, a business, a husband with a business, a house,a yard,and two very close extended families, my time is at a premium. This meansI'm usually running as fast as I can to keep up with everything-and sometimes failing miserably in that endeavor.Recently I was caught between two major obligations, driving from one to the other, and late again.

In my mind I was ticking off all that had to be done when I got home: make supper, give the kids a bath, help with homework, straighten the house,lay out clothes for the morning. when suddenly the pickup in front of me put on his blinker and veered over to the empty lane beside us.I hit the brakes and then realized why he had stopped. A funeral procession.

Instantly although my first thought was, "Oh, no! I don't have time for this!" I, too pulled to the side of the road, turned off my radio and stopped just as the policeman and the hearse passed. I looked beyond them to see how many cars with lights there were and realized I was going to be there for a while.

Turns out,I had no idea how long "a while" would be.Because the procession was coming around a corner up the road,I couldn't actually see the whole thing, which could easily have been 200 cars or more.

Nonetheless,as I sat there in silence, perspective began to fall around me.Here we on this side of the road were, living our lives, driving in the fast lane to get what we had to get done,seeming to have no time as it was, but when we needed to-out of courtesy or obligation-we stopped.

Life stopped so that we could all take a moment to recognize not only the grief of one family,but so that we could recognize that we,too,will one day be at the head of that funeral procession.

See, death and 24-hours, are the two great equalizers in this lifetime.We each have 24-hours to live our lives each day.You cannot buy more time.You cannot will more time.You cannot even strong-arm more time.You and the wino on the street have exactly the same amount of hours in every day.

The only difference is in how you choose to use that time. However,here is a sobering thought-you and the greatest doctor on the earth also have the same number of hours in each day. He has used his brilliantly.How have you used yours?

Death is our other greatest equalizer.No matter who you are, where you are from, who you know, or how much money you have, one day you,too,will be laid out and leading that procession.The question is, how long will your procession be?

As I watched this person's procession, it became clear how this person had chosen to use those 24-hours a day that God had granted. Well, Very, very well indeed.The cars just kept coming and kept coming, rounding that bend and lining up until there was a mile or more of them, and they were still coming.

For one moment that day I stopped on my harried trek through life to really consider where I'm going on this road we call life,what it allmeans, and whether or not I'm headed in the direction that I want to end up.

Truth is, it was well worth the stop.

Copyright Staci Stallings 2004
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-07-2004, 02:31 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]


I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives. By following the simple advice I heard on a Dr. Phil show, I have finally found inner peace.

Dr. Phil proclaimed "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you've started."

So I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, so, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's, a bottle of Kahlua, a package of Oreos, the rest of the cheesecake, some saltines and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how very good I feel.

Please pass this on to those you feel are in need of inner peace.
[Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-17-2004, 09:34 AM:
 
Rated X [Smile] LAS in CT


The Best Chain Letter Ever



Hello, I suffer from the guilt of not forwarding 50 billion fucking chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, a poor 6-year-old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents sell her to a traveling freak show.

Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you, and everyone to whom you send "his" email, $1000?

How stupid are we?

"Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get laid by a model I just happen to run into the next day!"

What a bunch of bullshit.

Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my house and sodomize me in my sleep for not continuing a chain letter that was started by Peter in 5 AD and brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower.

Fuck 'em.

If you're going to forward something, at least send me something mildly amusing. I've seen all the "send this to 10 of your closest! friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient
being" forwards about 90 times.

I don't fucking care.

Show a little intelligence and think about what you're actually contributing to by sending out these forwards. Chances are, it's our own unpopularity.

The point being? If you get some chain letter that's threatening to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it. If it's funny, send it on.

Don't piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with no teeth who has been tied to the ass of a dead elephant for 27 years and
whose only salvation is the 5 cents per letter he'll receive if you forward this email.

Now forward this to everyone you know.

Otherwise, tomorrow morning your underwear will turn carnivorous and will consume your genitals.

Have a nice day.

P.S. Send me 15 bucks [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-18-2005, 10:01 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ont.

Well my friends, the New Year is here, and I just wanted to
thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your chain letters over the past year.

Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed,and wealthy.

Because of your concern...I no can longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper,since the people who make these products refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are
actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't
support our American troops.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat pre-packaged foods because the estrogens they contain will turn me gay.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer date the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bath tub full of ice.

I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St.Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

Thanks to you,I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.(Funny, the BIBLE does not mention it works that way!)

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl
who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all,but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

Yes,I want to thank all of you so much for looking out for me!

I will now return the favor.If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds,a large bird will crap on your head.I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's 8th husband's 2nd cousin's 3rd husband.

Keep looking up and Happy New Year to you!!! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-03-2005, 07:34 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Hank in Simi

This will warm your heart............... Just when you have lost faith in human kindness. Someone who teaches at a Middle School in Safety Harbor, Florida forwarded the following letter. The letter was sent to the principal's office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly. An old lady received a new radio at the lunch as a door prize and was writing to say thank you. This story is a credit to all human kind. Forward to anyone you know who might need a lift today!

Dear Safety Harbor Middle School:

God bless you for the beautiful radio won at your recent senior citizens luncheon. I am 84 years old and live at the Safety Harbor Assisted Home for the Aged. All of my family has passed away. I am all alone now and it's nice to know that someone is thinking of me. God bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten lady. My roommate is 95 and always had her own radio, but before I received one, she would never let me listen to hers, even when she was napping. The other day her radio fell off the night stand and broke into a lot of pieces It was awful and she was in tears. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I told her to kiss my ass. Thank you for that opportunity.

Sincerely,

Edna Walters [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-06-2005, 11:08 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Lee in Henderson, NV

Why We Forward Jokes

This explains why we forward jokes, please read it.

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.

He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

Soooo...

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word, maybe this could explain:

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.

And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?

A forwarded joke.

So my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-08-2005, 10:43 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

15 Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About


1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.

11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.

13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.

15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

A Minute

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them,a day to love them,but then an entire life to forget them.

Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it also to the person that sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgot your friends.

Take the time... to live and love.

Send this letter to all the people you care about, Including the person who sent this to you.

If you do so, You will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life, for the better.

SOMEONE IS THINKING OF YOU..

THEY WANT YOU TO ACCEPT,

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

FRIENDS FOREVER!
Forward this to at least 11 people and see what happens on your screen you will laugh your head off!!!!!!!!!!!

If you forward it to 11 people a video comes on your screen. This works. Idon't know how.........but it works. Somehow, ffrom the return path generated, you'll receive something, and IT IS FUNNY!!! This is the coolest thing I have ever gotten. All you have to do is send it to 11 people and watch your screen, it is the funniest clip. I can't tell you what is but I was laughing so hard I almost fell off my chair!!! S

So, send it to those 11 people and watch.

ENJOY!!! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-18-2005, 10:18 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Reno

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2005 , WHEN....


1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of four.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You go home after a long day at work, you still answer the phone in a business manner.

7. You make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial "9" to get an outside line.

8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three different companies.

10. You learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clock news.

11. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.

12. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

13. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.

14. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

15. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

16. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. [Smile]

17. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

18. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

19. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

20. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.

AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.
Go on, forward this to your friends ..you know you want to! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-11-2005, 06:33 PM:
 
Rated PG [Eek!] Sandy in Coronado

Guys give this to your wives / girlfriends

A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1) The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail,bun,braid or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed.They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

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2) The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women whose clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

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3) They also look for women on their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off and can be easily overpowered.

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4) The time of day men are most likely to attack and rape a woman is in the early morning, between 5 and 8:30 a.m.

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5) The number one place women are abducted from/attacked at is grocery store parking lots. Number two is office parking lots/garages.Number three is public restrooms.

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6) The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don't have to worry about getting caught.

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7) Only 2% said they carried weapons because rape carries a 3-5 year sentence but rape with a weapon is 15-20 years.

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8) If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn't worth it because it will be time consuming.

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9) These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance,in their hands.Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you're not worth
it.

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10) Several defense mechanisms he taught us are: If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question,like what timeis it?, or make general small talk, I can't believe it is so cold out here,or we're in for a bad winter.Now you've seen their face and could identify them in a lineup, you lose appeal as a target.

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11) If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they'd leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

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12) If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes), yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

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13) If someone grabs you, you can't beat them with strength but you can by outsmarting them.If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh -- HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and
was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches.Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it hurts.

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14) After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy's parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you'll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, & he's out of there.

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15) When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using muchpressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

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16) Of course the things we always hear still apply.Always be aware of your surroundings,take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don't dismiss it,go with your instincts.You may feel a little silly at the time, but you'd feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

AFTER YOU READ THIS, FORWARD THIS TO EVERY WOMAN YOU KNOW.IT'S SIMPLE STUFF BUT IT COULD SAVE HER LIFE.If you have daughters, sisters, even your Mother please share this with them.

[ 04-21-2005, 12:58 PM: Message edited by: Bob Maar ]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-15-2005, 11:53 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Social Security [Eek!]

IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU ARE REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT!

KEEP IT GOING!!!!


2008 Election Issue!!

GET A BILL STARTED TO PLACE ALL POLITICIANS ON SOC. SEC.

This must be an issue in "2008 ". Please! Keep it going.
SOCIAL SECURITY:
(This is worth reading. It is short and to the point.)

Perhaps we are asking the wrong questions during election years.

Our Senators and Congresswomen do not pay into Social Security and, of course, they do not collect from it.

You see, Social Security benefits were not suitable for persons of their rare elevation in society. They felt they should have a special plan for themselves. So, many years ago they voted in their own benefit plan.

In more recent years, no congressperson has felt the need to change it. After all, it is a great plan.

For all practical purposes their plan works like this:
When they retire, they continue to draw the same pay until they die.

Except it may increase from time to time for cost of living adjustments..

This is calculated on an average life span for each of those two Dignitaries. For example, Senator Byrd and Congressman White and their wives may e xpect to draw $7,800,000.00 (that's Seven Million, Eight-Hundred Thousand Dollars), with their wives drawing $275,000.00 during the last years o f their lives.

Younger Dignitaries who retire at an early age, will receive much more during the rest of their lives.

Their cost for this excellent plan is $0.00. NADA....ZILCH....

This little perk they voted for themselves is free to them. You and I pick up the tab for this plan. The funds for this fine retirement plan come directly from the General Funds;

"OUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK"!

>From our own Social Security Plan, which you and I pay (or have paid) into,-every payday until we retire (which amount is matched by our employer)-we can expect to get an average of $1,000 per month after retirement.

Or, in other words, we wo uld have to collect our average of $1,000 monthly benefits for 68 years and one (1) month to equal Senator! Bill Bradley's benefits!

Social Security could be very good if only one small change were made.

That change would be to:

Jerk the Golden Fleece Retirement Plan from under the Senators and Congressmen. Put them into the Social Security plan with the rest of us then sit back.....and watch how fast they would fix it.

If enough people receive this, maybe a seed of awareness will be planted and maybe good changes will evolve.


How many people can YOU send this to? Better yet.....

How many people WILL you send this to??IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU ARE REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT .

[Eek!]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-21-2005, 01:05 PM:
 
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You really should be sitting down when you read this one.


Gold Star Mothers is an organization made up of women whose sons were killed in military combat during service in the United States armed forces.

Recently a delegation of New York State Gold Star Mothers made a trip to Washington, DC,to discuss various concerns with their elected representatives.

According to published reports, there was only one politician who refused to meet with these ladies.

Can you guess which politician that might be?

Was it New York Senator Charles Schumer? Nope, he met with them.

Try again.

Do you know anyone serving in the Senate who has never showed anything but contempt for our military?

Do you happen to know the name of any politician in Washington who's husband once wrote of his loathing for the military? Now you're getting warm! You got it!

None other than the Queen herself, Hillary Rotten Clinton.She refused repeated requests to meet with the Gold Star Mothers.

Now,please don't tell me you're surprised.This woman wants to be
President of the United States ---and there is a huge percentage of Voters who are eager to help her achieve that goal.

May you sleep in peace always..and please...hug or thank a Veteran for that privilege.

Think about this one !!!

Don't forget,our girl,Hillary Rodham Clinton,as a New York Senator,now comes under this fancy congressional Retirement and Staffing Plan.

It's common knowledge that,in order for her to establish NYS residency,they purchased a million+ dollar house in upscale Chappaqua, NY.

Makes sense.

Now, they are entitled to Secret Service protection for life.
Still makes sense.

Here is where it becomes interesting.The mortgage payments hover at about$10,000 per month.BUT,an extra residency had to be built within the acreage in order to house the Secret Service agents.

The Clinton's now charge the Secret Service $10,000 monthly rent for the use of said Secret Service residence and that rent is just about equal to their mortgage payment,meaning that we, the tax payers,are paying the Clinton's mortgage,their transportation,their safety and security,their 12 man staff, and it's all perfectly legal.

Sincerely, Cdr. Hamilton McWhorter USN (ret)
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-25-2005, 02:35 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

The 'L I T T L E' Things .


As you might know, the head of the company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.

One of them missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.

One's car wouldn't start.

One went back to answer the telephone.

One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.

One couldn't get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.

Now when I am stuck in traffic,miss an elevator,turn back to answer a ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me.
I think to myself,this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment..

Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed,you can't seem to find the car keys,you hit every traffic light,don't get mad or frustrated;

God is at work watching over you.

May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little thingsand may you remember their possible purpose.

Pass this on to someone else, if you'd like.There is NO LUCK attached.If you delete this, it's okay:

God's Love Is Not Dependent On E-Mail !! [Big Grin]



(that's the cool part)
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 07-26-2005, 01:56 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Subject: Those bygone days


My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we
didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to
eat it raw sometimes too, our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag not in ice pack coolers,but I can't remember getting ecoli?

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake
instead of a pristine pool(talk about boring),no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE ... and risked permanent injury with
a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having
cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors.I can't recall any injuries, but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. Flunking gym was not an option.Even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson [and
provided comic relief] by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot.How much
better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system.

Speaking of school,we all said prayers and sang the national anthem and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly
damaged psyches.I can't understand it.

Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we
wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started
getting the sniffles.

What an archaic health system we had then.Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play
Stations, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. I
must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize
through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as
we trekked off each day about a half mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot,built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the
Lone Ranger.What was that property owner thinking,letting us play on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.

Oh yeah ... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit
when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed! We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt,Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids called it "monkey blood" and liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.Now it's a trip to the e emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did,we got our butt spanked (physical abuse) here too and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.

Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee,kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks (Remember why Tonka trucks were made tough, it wasn't so that they could take the rough Berber in the family room),and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.

Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play, and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations.I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.

Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I was 13, and we got one without an automatic blade-stop and it did not have powered wheels.How sick were my parents?

Of course my parents weren't the only psychos.I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off.Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house.Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off,not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.How couldwe possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?

Ah ... the good old days.

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-14-2005, 09:00 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog..

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

Soooo...

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.

Maybe this will explain.

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.

Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?

A forwarded joke.

So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-19-2005, 07:14 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't
supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your
heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every
time.

You'll break hearts too,so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You'll fight with your best friend.

You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.

You'll cry because time is passing too fast,and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures,laugh too much,and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-28-2005, 04:53 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

This explains why we forward jokes.


A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

Soooo...

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.

Maybe this will explain.

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do?

You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say,but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say,but don't know what,and don't know how,you forward jokes.

Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important,you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?

A forwarded joke.

So, next time if you get a joke,don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and yourfriend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile. [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-28-2005, 08:35 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

True Friend




A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,

He said...no.

She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....and he said no.

She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry,

and once again he replied with a no.

She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....



You're not pretty you're beautiful.

I don't want to be with you forever,

I Need to be with you forever.



And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...

So Now I Will Say:

I like you because of who you are to me....A true friend

and if I don't get this back I'll take the hint.

Remember:

"A good friend will not come bail you out of jail....

But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying .... WE screwed up!



Proud to be your Friend!

Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence, and don't skip ahead.

I've learned....That life is like a roll of toilet paper.

The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I've learned....That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.

I've learned....That money doesn't buy class.

I've learned....That it's those small daily happenings

that make life so spectacular.

I've learned...That under everyone's hard shell

is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I've learned....That the Lord didn't do it all in one day.

What makes me think I can?

I've learned....That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

I've learned.

I've learned....That the less time I have to work,

the more things I get done.

To all of you ... Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.



It's National Friendship Week.

Show your friends how much you care.

Send this to everyone you consider a Friend,

even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you.

If it comes back to you, then you'll know

you have a circle of friends.

Happy Friendship Week to You!!!!

I am honored to be your friend! [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 08-31-2005, 02:06 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Sandy in Coronado, Ca.

I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your chain letters over the past two years.

Thank you for making me feel safe, secure,blessed,and wealthy.

Because of your concern...

I no longer can drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't
support our troops.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from
hell with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat prepackaged foods because the estrogens they contain will turn me gay.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer go to bars because someone will drug me and take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to 7 of my friends and make a wish within 5 minutes.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who has been dying for the past seven years.

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I will now return the favor.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will fly over your head at 5:00 PM and the fleas of a thousand camels! will infest your armpits. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of a friend of a friend's neighbor's cousin, and he's a lawyer. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-26-2005, 08:58 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston Ont. Ca

I believe-
that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I believe- that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I believe- that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I believe- that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I believe- that it's taking me a longtime to become the person I want to be.

I believe- that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I believe- that you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I believe- that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I believe- that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.

I believe- that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I believe- that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe- that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe- that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I believe- that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe- that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe- that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe- that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe- that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I believe- that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. Some things are better left a secret.

I believe- that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help.

I believe- that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I believe- that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-28-2005, 07:30 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston Ont. Ca.

I WISH YOU ENOUGH


Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last
moments together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said,"I love you and I wish you enough."

The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom"

They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where I sat.

Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"

"Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?"

"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.

"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, "I wish you enough."

May I ask what that means?"

She began to smile.

"That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."

She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more.

"When we said 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them "

Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory:

"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright"

"I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more."

"I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive."

"I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger."

"I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting."

"I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess."

"I wish you enough helloes to get you through the final good-bye."

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, An hour to appreciate them, A day to love them, And an entire life to forget them.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 09-28-2005, 07:40 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

HOW TO STAY YOUNG


1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.

2. Keep only cheerful friends.The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you are one of those grouches;)

3. Keep learning:
Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle."An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and Lots of time with HIM/HER.

6. The tears happen:Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life,is our self. LIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love:Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health:
If it is good, preserve it.
If it is unstable, improve it.
If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips.Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-07-2005, 07:36 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Reno


TO BE THANKFUL


FOR THE WIFE WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

FOR THE HUSBAND
WHO IS ON THE SOFA
BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.

FOR THE TEENAGER
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.

FOR THE TAXES I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM EMPLOYED.

FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.

FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE

FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,
WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,
AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.

FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING
I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT
BECAUSE IT MEANS
WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH..

FOR THE PARKING SPOT
I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING
AND I HAVE BE EN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .

FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM WARM.

FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH
WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS
I CAN HEAR.

FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.

FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES
AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN
CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.

FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF
IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.

AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.

SEND THIS TO SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT. I JUST DID.

Live well, Laugh often, & Love with all of your heart!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-13-2005, 01:38 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

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.



You have two choices now:



01. Delete this.



02. Forward it to the people you care about.



You know the choice I made.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-17-2005, 08:26 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] A.B. San Antonio

This is freaky, interesting and scary all in one!

Read down to the very bottom, you don't want to miss this!

VERY INTERESTING -


1. The garden of Eden was in Iraq.

2. Mesopotamia, which is now Iraq , was the cradle of civilization!

3. Noah built the ark in Iraq.

4. The Tower of Babel was in Iraq.

5. Abraham was from Ur, which is in Southern Iraq!

6. Isaac's wife Rebekah is from Nahor, which is in Iraq!

7. Jacob met Rachel in Iraq.

8. Jonah preached in Nineveh - which is in Iraq.

9. A! ssyria, which is in Iraq, conquered the ten tribes of Israel.

10. Amos cried out in Iraq!

11. Babylon, which is in Iraq, destroyed Jerusalem.

12. D aniel was in the lion's den in Iraq !

13. The three Hebrew children were in the fire in Iraq (Jesus had been in Iraq also as the fourth person in the fiery furnace!)

14. Belshazzar, the King of Babylon saw the "writing on the wall" in Iraq .

15. Nebuchadnezzar, King of Babylon, carried the Jews captive into Iraq .

16. Ezekiel preached in Iraq.

17. The wise men were from Iraq.

18. Peter preached in Iraq.

19. The "Empire of Man" described in Revelation is called Babylon , which w! as a city in Ir aq!

And you have probably seen this one. Israel is the nation most often mentioned in the Bible. But do you know which nation is second? It is Iraq! However, that is not the name that is used in the Bible. The names used in the Bible are Babylon, Land of Shinar , and Mesopotamia. The word Mesopotamia means between the two rivers, more exactly between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers . The name Iraq, means country with deep roots.

Indeed Iraq is a country with deep roots and is a very significant country in the Bible.

No other nation, except Israel, has more history and prophecy associated it than Iraq.

And also... This is something to think about! Since America is typically represented by an eagle. Saddam should have read up on his Muslim passages...

The following verse is from the Koran, (the Islamic Bible)

Koran (9:11) - For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; and there was peace.

(Note the verse number!) Hmmmmmmm?! God Bless you all Amen !

This is a ribbon for soldiers fighting in Iraq. Pass it on to everyone and pray. Something good will happen to you tonight at 11:11 PM This is not a joke. Someone will either call you or will talk to you online and say that they love you. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-18-2005, 02:40 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

In the year 2005, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me.

Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good humans."

He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights."

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard - but no Ark.

"Noah!" He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"

"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed. I needed a building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision.

Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.

Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!

When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me.

They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will They argued the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.

Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.

I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.

Immigration and Naturalization is checking the green-card status of most of the people who want to work.

The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.

To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.

So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark."

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you're not going to destroy the world?"

"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it." [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-19-2005, 03:14 PM:
 
Rated C for Crook

FROM THE DESK OF MR.BLESSED ZONGO
BILL AND EXCHANGE MANAGER,
BANK OF AFRICA (BOA)OUAGADOUGOU, BURKINA FASO.

CONFIDENTIAL

Dear Friend,


I am the manager of bill and exchange at the foreign remittance department of Bank of Africa, Burkina Faso.

In my department we discovered an abandoned sum of ($ 15.3M US dollars fifteen million) three hondred thousand US dollars) . In an account that belongs to one of our foreign customer who died along with his entire family in a concord plane crash in 1999 in paris that almost took the whole life of the pasengeres on boad. For more proof of the source of the fund,you can go
through this website;

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/502503.stm.

Since we got information about his death, we have been expecting his next of kin to come over and claim his money because we cannot release it unless somebody applies for it as next of kin or relation to the deceased as indicated in our banking guidelines but unfortunately we learnt that all his
supposed next of kin or relation died alongside with him at the plane crash leaving nobody behind for the claim.

It is therefore upon this discovery that I now decided to make this business proposal to you and release the money to you as the next of kin or relation to the deceased for safety and subsequent disbursement since nobody is coming for it and i don't want this money to go into the Bank treasury as unclaimed Bill.

The Banking law and guideline here stipulates that if such money remained unclamed after Four years, the money will be transfered into the Bank treasury account as unclaimed fund.

The request of foreigner as next of kin in this business is occasioned by the fact that the customer was a foreigner and a Burkinabe cannot stand as next of kin to a foreigner.

I have agree that 30 % of this money will be for you as foreign partner, in respect to the provision of a foreign account, 10 % will be set aside for expenses incured during the business and 60 % would be for me. There after I will visit your country for disbursement according to the percentages indicated.

Therefore to enable the immediate trnansfer of this fund to you as arranged, you must apply first to the bank as relations or next of kin of the deceased indicating your bank name, your bank account number, your private telephone and fax number for easy and effective communication and location where in the money will be remitted .

Upon receipt of your reply, I will send to you by fax or email the text of the application. I will not fail to bring to your notice that this transaction is risk free and that you should not entertain any atomof fear as all required arrangements have been made for the transfer .

Please kindly contact me immediately as soon as you receive this letter.

Yours faithfully,
BLESSED ZONGO. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-20-2005, 06:43 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Can you remember?

Life was so simple then!!!!!!!!!

1974 vs. 2004


1974:Long hair
2004:Longing for hair

1974: KEG
2004: EKG

1974:Acid rock
2004:Acid reflux

1974: Moving to California because it's cool
2004: Moving to California because it's warm

1974:Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor
2004:Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor

1974: Seeds and stems
2004: Roughage

1974: Hoping for a BMW
2004: Hoping for a BM

1974: The Grateful Dead
2004: Dr. Kevorkian

1974:Going to a new, hip joint
2004:Receiving a new hip joint

1974: Rolling Stones
2004: Kidney Stones

1974: Being called into the principal's office
2004: Calling the principal's office

1974: Screw the system
2004: Upgrade the system

1974:Disco
2004:Costco

1974: Parents begging you to get your hair cut
2004: Children begging you to get their heads shaved

1974: Passing the drivers' test
2004: Passing the vision test

1974: Whatever

2004: Depends Just in case you weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly change things.

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1986. !

They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had an answering machine.

They have always had cable.

They cannot fathom not having a remote control.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.

They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.

They don't know who Mork was or where he was from !

They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel",

or "de plane, Boss, de plane".

They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.

McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.

They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.

Do you feel old yet?

Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list.

Notice the larger type, that's for those of you who have trouble reading [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-25-2005, 10:00 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "

What does love mean?"

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:


"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca- age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody .You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4

When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image) Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.

The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"

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, God bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may be needing this day! And may their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with you. Amen.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 10-31-2005, 07:50 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

A man wanted to get married.He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates.He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.

The first does a total make over.She goes to a fancy beauty salon gets her hair done,new make up and buys several new outfits and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.

The man was impressed.

The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts.She gets him a new set of golf clubs,some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes.As she presents these gifts,she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much.

Again, the man is impressed.

The third invests the money in the stock market.She earns several! times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account.She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much.

Obviously,the man was impressed.

The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he'd given her.

Then,he married the one with the biggest boobs.

Men are like that,you know.

There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.

If you don't send this to five OLD friends right away there will be five fewer people laughing in the world. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-02-2005, 12:54 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

A Riddle

Ok, lets see if this works

Can you answer this riddle?


Here is a pretty neat little thing from Paul Harvey. See if you can guess the riddle at the end.

Paul Harvey Writes:

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I diebefore you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.

Send this to all of your friends. We secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.

Paul Harvey RIDDLE:

When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten kids got the answer,compared to 17% of Stanford University seniors.

What is greater than God, More evil than the devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die?

Send this to 10 people and then press shift and you will get the answer.

P.S.. You won't believe this, but this really does give you the answer!!!! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-04-2005, 01:54 PM:
 
Rated G [Eek!]

I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your damn chain letters over the past few years. Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of what's left of my heart for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.


Because of your concern...I no longer can drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day

I no longer use margarine because it's one molecule away from being plastic.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Zebekistan.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer date the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. (Geez, the BIBLE did not mention it works that way!)

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

Yes, I want to thank all of you soooooooo much for looking out for me!

I will now return the favor.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will crap on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas of a thousand camels will infest your armpits.

I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's 8th husband's 2nd cousin's 3rd husband's ex-wife's mother's beautician!

Ain't spam great?!?!? [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-06-2005, 10:07 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

DON'T CLOSE YOUR BLINDS

A story by: Steven R Chandler, CMSgt


The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were atwar...My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.

He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"

"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied.

"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush."

Our son giggled and said "OK."

"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.

"OK Dad, I'm pretending."

"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming
and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"

"Dad?"

"What do you do son?"

"I'd call the police, Dad."

"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?"

"Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.

"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.

"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.

"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."

"Daddy...he kills them?"

"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"

"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.

"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my husband says.

"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"

"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.

"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"

"What Daddy?"

"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the
window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"

"Daddy..."

"WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy."

My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him. "Why?"

"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who needs them...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him...I'm afraid....I can't do it by myself Daddy.....I can't look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things
and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....so I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."

I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he says..."Son"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door... "WHAT DO YOU DO?"

My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"

I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and says... "It's too late to fight him, he's too strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the way. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it
alone, before its too late." my husband whispers. THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by and let evil happen son, THAT is the greatest atrocities in the world won't affect him. "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-06-2005, 02:16 PM:
 
Rated G Diane in Reno


THIRTY LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE


1. My husband and I divorced over religious differences.
He thought he was God and I didn't.

2. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.

3. I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!

4. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.

5. I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.


6. Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.

7. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me

8. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

9.. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.

10. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are just missing.

11. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.

12. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.

13. God must love stupid people; He made so many.

14. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.

15. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.

16. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

17. Being "over the hill" is much better than being under it!

18. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.

19. Procrastinate Now!
20. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?

21. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

22. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance

23. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!

24.They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.

25. He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.

26. A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory.

27. Ham and eggs. A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.

28. The trouble with life is there's no background music.

29. The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.

30. I smile! because I don't know what the! hell is going on. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-10-2005, 06:49 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Another Rant from Andy Rooney

Andy Rooney said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back:


I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television or Miss White America, and see what happens......Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.

Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?

I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.

I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.

When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.

I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!

My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.

I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry behind if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.

I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.

We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations.

I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.

I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.

I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.

It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"

I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!

I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-11-2005, 11:37 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

MRS. THOMPSON, THE BEST TEACHER


As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.

Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a
ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it! in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of ! the stones missing,
and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.

By the end of the year,Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four year s after that, she got another letter, saying that while
things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer....

The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy s! aid he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said,
"Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone's heart today. . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? just "do it".

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it! "Believe in Angels, then return the favor" [beer] filled with Martini's [Smile]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-11-2005, 03:02 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so . was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.
Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps.

The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. she had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill.
The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too.
Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard..

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."

There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on . Let this light shine.

Don't delete it. Please pass this on to a friend.

Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-13-2005, 01:15 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

FRIEND TEST!! This is GOOD...


A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend will open your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

A simple friend reads this e-mail and deletes it.
A real friend passes it on and sends it back to you!

Pass this on to anyone you care about......if you get it back you have no beginning, no end. It keeps us together, like our Circle of Friends.

Today I pass the friendship ball to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you......

 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-25-2005, 07:30 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kinstopn, Ont.

My heartfelt appreciation goes out to all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" over the past 12 months. Thank youfor making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.


Extra thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue onenvelopes cause I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need toseal an envelope.

Also,I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it canremove toilet stains. I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone might drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from nor send packages by UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica,Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer have to buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because at last count I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all - but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special email program.

Yes, I want to thank you so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favor!

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM (DST) tomorrow afternoon. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-29-2005, 09:11 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston, Ont.CA

Christmas truck stop story

This is a nice warm fuzzy story to get the holiday season started! It's been around before and it is supposed to be true.

I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie. He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don 't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade. The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded "truck stop germ" the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.

After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table.

Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag. If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in do ing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news. Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table. Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look.

He grinned. "OK, Frannie, what was that all about?" he asked.

"We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay."

"I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?"

Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is." Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables.

Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do. After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off," she said. "This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup." She handed the napkin to m e, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For Stevie. Pony Pete asked me what that was all about," she said, "so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this." She handed me another paper napkin that had "Something For Stevie" scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds.Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: "truckers."

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fea rful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back. Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.

"Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast," I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. "Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!"

I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room. I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my sho ulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins.

"First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess," I said. I tried to sound stern. Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins.It had
"Something for Stevie" printed on the outside.As he picked it up,two $10 bills fell onto the table.

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. < BR>

"There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. "Happy Thanksgiving,"

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well. But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table. Best worker I ever hired.

Plant a seed and watch it grow. At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need! If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassiona te person.

Well.. Don't just sit there! Send this story on!

Keep it going, this is a good one!

GOD BLESS YOU STEVIE.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-16-2006, 06:20 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Denny in Yonkers NY

Hey Dad

Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"


"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."

"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

MEMORIES from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to "sprinkle" clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.

How many do you remember?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz: Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about Ratings at the bottom.

1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3 Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5 Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16 Hi-fi's
17 Metal ice trays with lever
18 Mimeograph paper
19 Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25 Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!

I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my life.

Don't forget to pass this along!! Especially to all your really mature friends.... I took out the word old!

"Senility Prayer"...God grant me...
The senility to forget the people I never liked.
The good fortune to run into the ones that I do
And the eyesight to tell the difference."
Have a great week!!! [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-11-2006, 08:38 AM:
 
Rated G Denny in Yonkers

If you are 30 or older, you will think this is hilarious!

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning...uphill BOTH ways through year 'round blizzards. Carrying their younger siblings on their backs...to their one-room schoolhouse, where they maintained a Straight-A average, despite their full-time, after-school job at the local textile mill...where they worked for 35 cents an hour just to help keep their family from starving to death!

And, I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!

But now that...

I'm over the ripe old age of thirty; I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. They've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, they live in a damn Utopia! And, I hate to say it, but kids today you don't know how good they've got it! I mean, when I was a kid, we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves in the card catalog!!

There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a letter...with a Pen! Then, you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there!

There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had go to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or, you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!

And talk of about hardship? You couldn't just download porn! You had to steal it from your brother or bribe some homeless dude to buy you a copy of "Hustler" at the 7-11! Those were your options!

We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And, we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600 with games like "Space Invaders" and "Asteroids," and the graphics sucked ass! Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!

And, there were no multiple levels or screens; it was just one screen forever! And, you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! ... Just like LIFE!

When you went to the movie theater, there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you were just screwed!

Sure, we had cable television, but back then there were only like 15 channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel, and there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, not like now, spoiled little bastards!

And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove or go build a frigging fire. Imagine that!

If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot. That's exactly what I'm talking about! Kids today have got it too easy. They're spoiled.

Kids today wouldn't have lasted five minutes way back in 1980. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-20-2006, 06:45 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] I am number 83

This is one of the many tricks to speed reading. They teach you to look at the frsit & lsat letetr of a word and your brain will fill in the rest. Pretty cool.

If you can read this, you have a strange mind too Can you raed tihs? Olny 83 plepoe can.

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it.

ONLY FORWARD IF YOU CAN READ THIS...Update the number on top too.

[ 02-20-2006, 08:37 AM: Message edited by: Bob Maar ]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 02-20-2006, 08:39 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

THE HUMOR OF STEVEN WRIGHT


If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright, he's the famous scientist who once said:

"I woke up one morning and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates."

His mind sees things differently than we do, to our amazement and amusement.

Here are some more of his gems:

1- I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
2- Borrow money from pessimists - they don't expect it back.
3- Half the people you know are below average.
4- 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
5- 42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
6- A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
7- A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
8- If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
9- All those who believe in psycho-kinesis, raise my hand.
10- The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
11- I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
12- OK, so what's the speed of dark?
13- How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
14- If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
15- Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
16- When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
17- Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
18- Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off now.
19- I intend to live forever -- so far, so good.
20- If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
21- Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
22- What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
23- My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."
24- Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
25- If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
26- A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
27- Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
28- The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
29- To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
30- The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
31- The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.
32- The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.
33- Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film!

I use to have a handle on life.....but it broke. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-01-2006, 06:44 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

National Friendship week


* **A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, He said...no.*

**She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...and he said no. *

*She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry,** and once again he replied with a no.**

**She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said...**

**You're not pretty you're beautiful.**

I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.

**And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...**

**SO NOW I WILL SAY:**

**I like you because of who you are to me...A true friend.**

**And if I don't get this back I'll take the hint.**

**Remember:**

**A good friend will come bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "That was fun!!!!** **"**

**Proud to be your Friend!**

**Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence, and don't skip ahead.**

**I've learned...that life is like a roll of toilet paper.**

**The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.**

**I've learned...that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.**

**I've learned...that money doesn't buy class.**

**I've learned...that it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

**I've learned...that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.**

**I've learned...that the Lord didn't do it all in one day.**
**What makes me think I can?**

**I've learned that to ignore the facts does not change the facts.**

**I've learned that the less time I have to work, the more things I get done.**

It's National Friendship Week.

**Show your friends how much you care.**

**Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you.**

**If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.**

**HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK TO YOU!!!!!!**

**YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I am honored **and very, very glad to be that! Best Wishes [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-08-2006, 09:32 AM:
 
Rated PG [Smile] Wild Child

TWO YEAR DEGREE


A new two-year degree is being offered at the University that many of you should be interested in: BECOMING A REAL MAN. That's right, in just six trimesters, you too can be a real man-as well as earn an MA degree (Male Arts). Please take a moment to look over the program outline:

FIRST YEAR

Autumn Schedule:

MEN 101 Combating Stupidity

MEN 102 You Too, Can Do Housework

MEN 103 PMS-Learn When to Keep Your Mouth Shut

MEN 104 We Do Not Want Sleazy Underthings for Christmas (may only pertain to some women)

Winter Schedule:

MEN 110 Wonderful Laundry Techniques

MEN 111 Understanding the Female Response to Getting in at 4am

MEN 112 Parenting: It Doesn't End with Conception

EAT 100 Get a Life, Learn to Cook

EAT 101 Get a Life, Learn to Cook II

ECON 001A What's Hers is Hers

Spring Schedule:

MEN 120 How NOT to Act Like a Buttface When You're Wrong

MEN 121 Understanding Your Incompetence

MEN 122 YOU, the Weaker Sex MEN 123 Reasons to Give Flowers

ECON 001C What Was Yours is Hers

SECOND YEAR

Autumn Schedule:

SEX 101 You CAN Fall Asleep without It

SEX 102 Morning Dilemma: If It's Awake, Take a Shower

SEX 103 How to Stay Awake After Sex

MEN 201 How to Put the Toilet Seat Down (*Elective)

(*See Electives Below)

Winter Schedule:

MEN 210 The Remote Control: Overcoming Your Dependency

MEN 211 How to Not Act Younger than Your Children

MEN 212 You Too, Can Be a Designated Driver

MEN 213 Honest, You Don't Look Like Tom Cruise

MEN 230A Her Birthdays and Anniversaries Are Important

Spring Schedule:

MEN 220 Omitting %&*! from Your Vocabulary (Pass/Fail Only)

MEN 221 Fluffing the Blanket After Farting Is Not Necessary

MEN 222 Real Men Ask for Directions

MEN 223 Thirty Minutes of Begging is NOT Considered Foreplay

MEN 230B Her Birthdays and Anniversaries Are Important II

Course Electives:

EAT 101 Cooking with Tofu EAT 102 Utilization of Eating Utensils

EAT 103 Burping and Belching Discreetly

MEN 231 Mothers-in-law

MEN 232 Appear to Be Listening

MEN 233 Just Say "Yes, Dear"

ECON 001C Cheaper to Keep Her
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 04-05-2006, 02:37 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Sandy in Coronado

A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."

"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.

Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.

As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummag ed from some trash dump.

Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."

For two years she had saved for this offering of love

When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion

He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.

But the story does not end there...

A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.

When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.

Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.

Within five years the little girl's gift had incre ased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.

When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.

Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.

In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".

This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.

Please send this back. (You'll see why.)

St Theresa Prayer (cannot be deleted)

REMEMBER to make a wish before you read the prayer. That' s all you have to do. There is nothing attached. This is a powerful novena.

Just send this to four people and let me know what happens on the fourth day...

Do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of reward. (This is true)

(Did you make a wish?)

If you don't make a wish, it won't come true Last Chance to Make a Wish.

May today there be peace within.

May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing and dance. It is there for each and every one of you.

Send This to 7 People within the next 5 minutes and your wish will come true. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-10-2006, 06:21 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Headlines from the year 2029:


Ozone created by electric cars now killing millions in the seventh largest country in the world, Mexifornia, formerly known as California. White minorities still trying to have English recognized as Mexifornia's third language.

Spotted Owl plague threatens northwestern United States crops and livestock.

Baby conceived naturally. Scientists stumped.

Couple petitions court to reinstate heterosexual marriage.

Last remaining Fundamentalist Muslim dies in the American Territory of the Middle East (formerly known as Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria and Lebanon).

Iran still closed off; physicists estimate it will take at least 10 more years before radioactivity decreases to safe levels.

France pleads for global help after being taken over by Jamaica.

Castro finally dies at age 112; Cuban cigars can now be imported legally, but President Chelsea Clinton has banned all smoking.

George Z. Bush says he will run for President in 2036.

Postal Service raises price of first class stamp to $17.89 and reduces mail delivery to Wednesdays only.

85-years, $75.8 billion study: Diet and Exercise is the key to weight loss.

Average weight of Americans drops to 250 lbs.

Japanese scientists have created a camera with such a fast shutter speed, they now can photograph a woman with her mouth shut. (Hummmmmmmmm)

Massachusetts executes last remaining conservative.

Supreme Court rules punishment of criminals, violates their civil rights.

Average height of NBA players now nine feet, seven inches.

New federal law requires that all nail clippers, screwdrivers, fly swatters and rolled-up newspapers must be registered by January 2036.

Congress authorizes direct deposit of formerly illegal political contributions to campaign accounts.

IRS sets lowest tax rate at 75 percent.

Florida voters still having trouble with voting machines.

Now, send this to whoever you want to and as many as you want and guess what....NOTHING will happen. No miracles, no money, absolutely nothing, except you might make someone smile. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 05-10-2006, 09:10 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Raising boys





The following came from an anonymous Mother in Austin, Texas...



Things I've learned from my boys (honest and not kidding):




1. A king-size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4" deep.



2. If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.



3. A 3-year old boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.



4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20 x 20 ft. room.



5. You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.



6. The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan.



7. When you hear the toilet flush and the words "uh oh", it's already too late.



8. Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.



9. A six-year old boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old man says they can only do it in the movies.



10. Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old boy.



11. Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.



12. Super glue is forever.



13. No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.



14. Pool filters do not like Jell-O.



15. VCR's do not eject "PB & J" sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.



16. Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.



17. Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.



18. You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.



19. Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.



20. The fire department in Austin, TX has a 5-minute response time.



21. The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.



22. It will, however, make cats dizzy.



23. Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.



24. 80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.



Those who pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or without boys, do it because:



For those with no children - this is totally hysterical!



For those who already have children past this age, this is hilarious.



For those who have children this age, this is not funny.



For those who have children nearing this age, this is a warning.



For those who have not yet had children, this is birth control.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-07-2006, 01:03 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Those Grand Old Burma Shave Road Signs


TRAINS DON'T WANDER
ALL OVER THE MAP
'CAUSE NOBODY SITS
IN THE ENGINEER'S LAP
Burma Shave

SHE KISSED THE HAIRBRUSH
BY MISTAKE
SHE THOUGHT IT WAS
HER HUSBAND JAKE
Burma Shave

Remember these?

For those who never saw any of the Burma Shave signs,
here is a quick lesson in our history of the 1930s and '40s.
Before there were interstates,
when everyone drove the old 2-lane roads,
Burma Shave signs would be posted all over the countryside in farmers' fields.
They were small red signs with white letters.

Five signs,
about 100 feet apart,
each containing 1 line of a 4 line couplet......
and the obligatory 5th sign advertising Burma Shave, a popular shaving cream.

Here are more of the actual signs:

DON'T LOSE YOUR HEAD
TO GAIN A MINUTE
YOU NEED YOUR HEAD
YOUR BRAINS ARE IN IT
Burma Shave

DROVE TOO LONG
DRIVER SNOOZING
WHAT HAPPENED
NEXT IS NOT AMUSING
Burma Shave

BROTHER SPEEDER
LET'S REHEARSE
ALL TOGETHER
GOOD MORNING, NURSE
Burma Shave

CAUTIOUS RIDER
TO HER RECKLESS DEAR
LET'S HAVE LESS BULL
AND MORE STEER
Burma Shave

SPEED WAS HIGH
WEATHER WAS NOT
TIRES WERE THIN
X MARKS THE SPOT
Burma Shave

THE MIDNIGHT RIDE
OF PAUL FOR BEER
LED TO A WARMER
HEMISPHERE
Burma Shave

AROUND THE CURVE
LICKETY-SPLIT
BEAUTIFUL CAR
WASN'T IT?
Burma Shave

NO MATTER THE PRICE
NO MATTER HOW NEW
THE BEST SAFETY DEVICE
IN THE CAR IS YOU
Burma Shave

A GUY WHO DRIVES
A CAR WIDE OPEN
IS NOT THINKIN'
HE'S JUST HOPIN'
Burma Shave

AT INTERSECTIONS
LOOK EACH WAY
A HARP SOUNDS NICE
BUT IT'S HARD TO PLAY
Burma Shave

BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL
EYES ON THE ROAD
THAT'S THE SKILLFUL
DRIVER'S CODE
Burma Shave

THE ONE WHO DRIVES
WHEN HE'S BEEN DRINKING
DEPENDS ON YOU
TO DO HIS THINKING
Burma Shave

CAR IN DITCH
DRIVER IN TREE
THE MOON WAS FULL
AND SO WAS HE.
Burma Shave

And my all time favorite:
PASSING SCHOOL ZONE
TAKE IT SLOW
LET OUR LITTLE
SHAVERS GROW
Burma Shave

Do these bring back any old memories?

If not, you're merely a child.

If they do - then you're old as dirt...

LIKE ME!

and I remember:

Don't stick your elbow
Out so far
It may go home
In another car.
BURMA SHAVE [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-14-2006, 11:40 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

Here and There


Energizer Bunny arrested - charged with battery.

A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative.

Practice safe eating - always use condiments.

Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.

I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded.

Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

Corduroy pillows are making headlines.

Sea captains don't like crew cuts.

A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.

Without geometry, life is pointless.

When you dream in color, it's a pigment of your imagination.

Reading while sunbathing makes you well-red.

A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.

When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I.

A bicycle can't stand on its own because it is two-tired.

What's the definition of a will? (Come on,it's a dead giveaway!)

A backwards poet writes inverse.

A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

If you don't pay your exorcist, you get repossessed.

With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.

When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.

The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.

You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.

Every calendar's days are numbered.

A lot of money is tainted. It t'aint yours and it t'aint mine.

A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.

He had a photographic memory that was never developed.

The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

Once you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.

Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine
.
When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.

Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.

Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 06-21-2006, 04:56 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile]

WHY WE FORWARD JOKES!!


A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying,and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill,it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl,and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate,and sure enough,there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself,then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full,he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said."The man down the road said that was Heaven,too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

Soooo.

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.

Maybe this will explain.

When you are very busy,but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do?

You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.

Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?

A forwarded joke.

So,next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke,but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile

You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-23-2006, 01:05 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Faye in Kingston

FOR LEXOPHILES (LOVERS OF WORDS):
(and you thought Lexophiles meant Luthor's friends!)

1. A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.

2. A will is a dead giveaway.

3. Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

4. A backward poet writes inverse.

5. In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism it's your Count that votes.

6. A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.

7. If you don't pay your exorcist, you can get repossessed.

8. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.

9. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.

10. When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.

11. The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.

12. A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France resulting in Linoleum Blownapart.

13. You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

14. Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.

15. He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.

16. A calendar's days are numbered.

17. A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours and 'taint mine.

18. A boiled egg is hard to beat.

19. He had a photographic memory which was never developed.

20. A plateau is a high form of flattery.

21. The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison: a small medium at large.

22. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.

23. When you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.

24. If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine.

25. When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.

26. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.

27. Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.

28. Acupuncture: a jab well done.

29. Marathon runners with bad shoes suffer the agony of de feet.

(Note: No trees were killed in the sending of this message, but a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced). [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 11-28-2006, 05:04 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Hank in Simi Valley

You have to be old enough to remember Abbott and Costello, and too old to REALLY understand computers, to fully appreciate this.? For those of us who sometimes get flustered by our computers, please read on...

If Bud Abbott and Lou Costello were alive today, their infamous sketch, "Who's on First?" might have turned out something like this:

COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT


ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?

COSTELLO: Thanks. I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.

ABBOTT: Mac?

COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.

ABBOTT: Your computer?

COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.

ABBOTT: Mac?

COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.

ABBOTT: What about Windows?

COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?

ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?

COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?

ABBOTT: Wallpaper.

COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.

ABBOTT: Software for Windows?

COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business.? What do you have?

ABBOTT: Office.

COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?

ABBOTT: I just did.

COSTELLO: You just did what?

ABBOTT: Recommend something.

COSTELLO: You recommended something?

ABBOTT: Yes.

COSTELLO: For my office?

ABBOTT: Yes.

COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?

ABBOTT: Office.

COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!

ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.

COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal.? What do I need?

ABBOTT: Word.

COSTELLO: What word?

ABBOTT: Word in Office.

COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.

ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.

COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?

ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue "W".

COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue "w" if you don't start with some straight answers.? What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?

ABBOTT: Money.

COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?

ABBOTT: Money.

COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?

ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.

COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?

ABBOTT: Money.

COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?

ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.

COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?

ABBOTT: One copy.

COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?

ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.

COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?

ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!

???????? (A few days later)

ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?

COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?

ABBOTT: Click on "START"............. [Big Grin]
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 12-31-2006, 07:35 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Ed in Aurora

Is there a magic cutoff period when
offspring become accountable for their own
actions? Is there a wonderful moment when
parents can become detached spectators in
the lives of their children and shrug, "It's
their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital
corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do
you stop worrying?" The nurse said,
"When they get out of the accident stage." My
mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
and was headed for a career making
license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher
said, "Don't worry, they all go through
this stage and then you can sit back, relax and
enjoy them." My mother just smiled
faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
home, the front door to open. A friend said,
"They're trying to find themselves. Don't
worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying.
They'll be adults." My mother just smiled
faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being
vulnerable. I was still worrying over my
children, but there was a new wrinkle. There
was nothing I could do about it. My
mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. I
continued to anguish over their failures, be
tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in
their disappointments.

My friends said that when my kids got married I
could stop worrying and lead my own
life. I wanted to believe that, but I was
haunted by my mother's warm smile and her
occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?
Call me the minute you get home. Are
you depressed about something?"

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another
handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
human frailties and the fears of the
unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable
recently, saying to me, " Where were you? I've
been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried."

I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-15-2007, 08:39 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Ed in Aurora, Ont.

Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice.

Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your
Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life .

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employe rs are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually
have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be Nice to Nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

If you agree, pass it on.
If you can read this - Thank a teacher!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 03-15-2007, 01:04 PM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Ed in Aurora, Ont.

INTERNATIONAL THINKING



AT ITS BEST!




Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?





Answer: Princess Diana's death.





Question: How come?





Answer: An English princess





with an Egyptian boyfriend





crashes in a French tunnel,





driving a German car





with a Dutch engine,





driven by a Belgian who was drunk





on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling)





followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,





on Japanese motorcycles;





treated by an American doctor,





using Brazilian medicines.





This is sent to you by a Canadian,





using American Bill Gate's technology,





and you're probably reading this on your computer,





that uses Taiwanese chips,





and a Korean monitor,





assembled by Bangladeshi workers



in a Singapore plant,





transported by Indian lorry-drivers,





hijacked by Indonesians,





unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,





and trucked to you by Mexican illegal.....





That, my friends, is Globalization
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-28-2008, 10:01 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] Diane in Mississippi

Subject: Good computer advice-----Refresher Course


Here is some good advice I received from a friend, in case you're not aware of the problems that exist now a days with forwarding emails, it's worth reading & makes sense. I'm sharing this with all my friends, to remind them the facts of forwarding emails, and maybe you can share with your friends.

Words To Live By. Please respect everyone's privacy by following
the advice below! A friend who is a computer expert received the
following directly from a system administrator for a corporate system.

It is an excellent message that ABSOLUTELY applies to ALL of us who send e-mails. Please read the short letter below, even if you're sure you already follow proper procedures.

Do you really know how to forward e-mails? 50% of us do; 50% DO NOT.

Do you wonder why you get viruses or junk mail? Do you hate it?
Every time you forward an e-mail there is information left over from the people who got the message before you, namely their e-mail addresses and names. As the messages get forwarded along, the list of addresses builds, and builds, and builds, and all it takes is for some poor sap to get a virus, and his or her computer can send that virus to every E-mail address that has come across his computer. Or, someone can take all of those addresses and sell them or send junk mail to them in the hopes that you will go to the site and he will make five cents for each hit. That's right, all of that inconvenience over a nickel! How do you stop it? Well, there are several easy steps. Try the following if you haven't done it before:

(1) When you forward an e-mail, DELETE all of the other addresses that appear in the body of the message (at the top). That's right,DELETE them. Highlight them and delete them, backspace them, cut them,whatever it is you know how to do. It only takes a second. You MUST click the "Forward" button first and then you will have full editing capabilities against the body and headers of the message. If you don't click on "Forward" first, you won't be able to edit the message at all.

(2) Whenever you send an e-mail to more than one person, do NOT use the To: or Cc: fields for adding e-mail addresses. Always use the BCC:(blind carbon copy) field for listing the e-mail addresses. This is the way the people you send to will only see their own e-mail address. If you don't see your BCC: option click on where it says To: and your address list will appear. Highlight the address and choose BCC: and that's it, it's that easy. When you send to BCC: your message will automatically say "Undisclosed Recipients in the "TO:" field of the people who receive it.

(3) Remove any "FW :" in the subject line. You can re-name the
subject if you wish or even fix spelling.

(4) ALWAYS hit your Forward button from the actual e-mail you are reading .. Ever get those e-mails that you have to open 10 pages to read the one page with the information on it? By Forwarding from the actual page you wish someone to view, you stop them from having to open many e-mails just to see what you sent.

(5) Have you ever gotten an email that is a petition? It states a position and asks you to add your name and address and to forward it to 10 or 15 people or your entire address book. The email can be forwarded on and on and can collect thousands of names and email addresses.

A FACT: The completed petition is actually worth a couple of bucks to a professional spammer because of the wealth of valid names and email addresses contained therein. DO NOT put your email address on any petition. If you want to support the petition, send it as your own personal letter to the intended recipient. Your position may carry more weight as a personal letter than a laundry list of names and email address on a petition. (And don't believe the ones that say that the email is being traced, it just ain't so!)

Some of the other emails to delete and not forward are:

1. The one that says something like, "Send this email to 10 people and you'll see something great run across your screen." Or sometimes they'll just tease you by saying 'something really cute will happen.' IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN!!!!! (We are still seeing some of the same emails that we waited on 10 years ago!)

2. I don't let the bad luck ones scare me either, they get trashed.

3. Before you forward an 'Amber Alert' , or a 'Virus Alert', or some of the other emails floating around nowadays, check them out before you forward them. Most of them are junk mail that's been circling the net for YEARS! Just about everything you receive in an email that is in question can be checked out a Snopes. Just go to www.snopes.com . or www.truthorfiction.com It's really easy to find out if it's real or not. If it's not, please don't pass it on.

So please, in the future, let's stop the junk mail and the viruses.

Finally, here's an idea!!! Let's send this to everyone we know (but strip my address off first, please). This is something that SHOULD be forwarded, so do it.

Thank you!
 
Posted by Bob Maar (Member # 763) on 01-29-2008, 07:08 AM:
 
Rated G [Smile] JoEllen in Carmel, In.

Read only if you have time for God Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end

God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.


We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...

Maybe, Sunday night...

And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.

We do like to have Him around during sickness...

And, of course, at funerals.

However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...

Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.

May God forgive me for ever thinking...

That... there is a time or place where..

HE is not to be FIRST in my life.

We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.

If, You aren't ashamed to do this...

Please follow the directions.

Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

Not ashamed?

Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!

Yes, I do Love God.

HE is my source of existence and Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)

This is the simplest test.

If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you...

Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!

Now do you have the time to pass it on?

Make sure that you scroll through to the end.

Easy vs. Hard

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?

Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?

Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one....

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!

Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.
 




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