10 Thoughts- (It's Still Tuesday)...

 

This picture is damn hilarious
I needed the smile...

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Good Evening Everyone...

# 1.
I'm hungry-
Not the "I could use a sandwich hungry", but tummy~rumbling~hungry.
Nothing I have on hand will take care of this. And I will NOT be visiting any of your blogs if you say the "f" word... (food)
Only a very thick, very rare, well marbled, fresh steak would help.
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Casey took this picture as we drove through the field
and stole a few veggies.
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But I shouldn't have stolen the melon-
God got me for that...
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Sadly, I am STILL craving a fresh watermelon...
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# 2.
Something about tonight has me upset.
One of those weird and inexplicable feelings an unfavorable kismet; an unwelcome sword of damocles...
(I think of the garage door that almost fell on my head once).
Gratefully these feelings do not happen often. But on nights like this I am almost afraid to close my eyes to sleep, and am happy that Casey lives with Greg.

It also makes me very thankful for my dogs-
One outside.
One in.
Neither of them tiny nor incapable.
There is a real sense of safety with them here.
...(And then there is always my shotgun)...
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# 3.
I have too much stuff in the old shed-

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And I have yet to post my sale in the paper...
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# 4.
I took an awesome picture at Kelli's the other night-
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Not of the horses,
but of the strangest orbs I have ever seen...
I have left it full size for you.
The sun was setting.
Breeze and May awaited their supper.

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# 5.
Kelli has just gotten tickets to the Monday Night Season Opener in Green Bay...

I am almost jealous!
More, I am so happy for her!

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# 6.
I am missing my parents...
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They were such good people
..Somewhere they still are!

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# 7.
I broke my little air pump.
The front left tire on the Cub Cadet goes flat every now and then.
I had a bit to mow, west of the old garage, and the tire was flat.
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The pump itself seems to have had a blowout.
It is dead.

Thankfully garbage day is tomorrow...
Even more thankfully, my neighbor came and inflated my tire!
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# 8.
I don't know how these flowers remain alive during this drought...
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But I am glad they do remain so pretty.

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# 9.
I gave birth 30 years ago this morning...
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8 pounds, 14 ounces,
23 ½ inches long.
Happy Birthday, Jenne.

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# 10.
I think my thyroid pills give me gas.
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Have a grand rest of tonight- and a better tomorrow!

XOXO
Me

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Tuesday August 26, 2008 - 10:53pm (CDT)

Not By Sight?

 

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Good Evening.

Just a short note here...
And a blog that I think none of you will be able to comment on, or to answer.


Speaking to Laurie earlier, we shared much laughter, love and conversation.
In the midst of that same conversation came a remark from her.
One that I have no answer to.
Am highly doubting that anyone can respond...

As she watches her innocent 4~year~old granddaughter die, she comments, "I have no use for a God that allows such a small child to endure this kind of suffering."

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Know I am not trying to strong~arm God (or whatever you perceive Him to be)... And know that I have always been ever so proud of my own Faith...

So here it is for you...

In all honesty, what would YOU have said?
Please let me know...

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Monday, August 25, 2008 - 08:45pm (CDT)

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

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Children Die... Do you care?

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mariahklein

I find it strange (in almost a sickening way), that I have literally BEGGED you, (on here and via email), to visit Baby Mariah's site; and to leave some encouraging words for her and her family...

...And that ONLY a mere handful of you have had a moment, a kindness, or a thought to spare...

*Thank You Thers, for your almost daily vigilance...
*Thank You Beth, and Wyck, for your wonderful comments.
*Thank you Casey for the insights too rare from such a young lady.
*Thank You StangerDaze for offering your kindness and your compassion too.
*Thank you, Little Lisa, for giving them all your thoughts and love.


*And yes, I have probably missed a few of you- For that I do sincerely apologize...


Even now, they must watch their baby weaken and die.

PLEASE TAKE A MINUTE TO VISIT AND TO COMMENT.

It costs nothing but time...

...and in the end, what reason do you honestly have for not writing?
Please let me know what that reason might be.


............... What if Mariah was your own child?


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Big Brother, (and Black Bees)?

 

What's With BLACK Bees?
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Good Morning Everyone.
Yes. We are alive.
(And yes, I realize that is good news for some, mediocre news for others).
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I have been wrestling with my Yahoo 360 site for a while now, and can only hope this posts. About a year ago, Yahoo told us of the new blog thing, promising they would have it done by the first of the year.
Silly us, we thought they meant 2008.
But it continues to fail, this dying horse of ours... At least you all know where to find me in the event that it goes completely patooey.

Oddly too, I have been fighting with my Flickr page as well. (Knowing this is one of Yahoos products I suppose I am not entirely surprised at this)...

I was however, completely surprised by my email...

And after fighting with Flickr,
I have at least managed to save two of the pictures there.

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This is Number One Grandson,
Our Little Lawrence!
(Thank you William)!

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Kind of reminds me of myself at his age...
(All skin; covering a skeleton of energy).

He is, and will remain, MUCH better looking than I ever was.

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I thank you again William, from the bottom of my heart!

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And Lawrence's littler brothers do too!

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Sam, pictured here with his Miss Mama Marie!
Gabriel thinking "get RID of the camera already"
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That all said I must get busy...
Am going to throw the OPEN sign on, and maybe get rid of a few things in the shed!

Love to all.

Have a "wunnaful" weekend!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Saturday August 23, 2008 - 09:19am (CDT)

Made in America?

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Made Where?
Joe Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN) for 6 a.m. While his coffee pot (MADE IN CHINA) was perking, he shaved with his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG). He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRI LANKA), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA).

After cooking his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA) he sat down with his calculator (MADE IN MEXICO) to see how much he could spend today. After setting his watch (MADE IN TAIWAN) to the radio (MADE IN INDIA) he got in his car (MADE IN GERMANY) and continued his search for a good paying AMERICAN JOB.

At the end of yet another discouraging and fruitless day, Joe decided to relax for a while. He put on his sandals (MADE IN BRAZIL) poured himself a glass of wine (MADE IN FRANCE) and turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA), and then wondered why he can't find a good paying job in AMERICA.





XOXO
Me

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Photo courtesy of arbroath.blogspot.com

Hi All;
Sometimes the whole world cracks me up.

(Sometimes it's just CaseyFace).
CLICK HERE to see why...

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Love to all.

XOXO
Me

Happy Birthday Laurie! ~~~(And a rant)...

 

(That one's for you, Laurie).

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Good Afternoon Everyone.
I am sure many of you are wondering who this "Laurie" person is???
Me too.
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In reality, Laurie is one of the best friends that anyone could ask for-
We have known each other for many years; back to Junior High... And shared almost every part of each others lives this far.
And today she turns 50!
(Almost old enough to read hieroglyphics you'd think).
Many happy returns!
I truly look forward to the next 50.

Laurie is also Baby Mariah's grandmother.
And as such an honor is bestowed on her, I can only begin to imagine the bittersweet of the day.
CLICK HERE to visit Mariah's site.
And feel free to share and post Mariah's link on your own sites too.
Actually, please do.

Love you Laurie!

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Now on to my rant of the day.

(That scientific principle where there is an action, there is an equal and opposite RE~action)...

Two nights ago, Sunday night, I felt like death warmed over.
(Yes, my throat still hurts). But I had slept almost straight through; (I think I may have needed that).
There were a few phone calls that threatened to wake me, but nothing that wouldn't keep 'til the morning or when I felt better.

...OR SO I THOUGHT anyway!!!

One of the calls was from Roberta. Said she needed a babysitter for Monday at one in the afternoon.
I told her I did not feel well, that I was sleeping, and to call me back when I was awake.
She never called back.
Obviously this was HER choice.

She took it upon herself to immediately call Casey, (who was still recovering from her own latest visit to the hospital); and to tell her I'd said I wouldn't babysit for her.
Surprise. Surprise. (Casey and I actually talk)!

So I am very angry with this 28 year old daughter of mine.

And it was Roberta that was angry at both Casey and myself. ?

Roberta called this morning...
Would I take Gabriel today?
Given the way I have been feeling, I was truly not sure how to answer that one??

So I warned her that I might have strep and wouldn't he run the risk of getting it too?

At that point, she looked no further than this phone call; with the exception of calling to get him here.

Yes, Gabriel is here. (Thanks to Marie, for bringing him out).

Along with him came a $20.00 bill for gas, and a copy of her work schedule for the next two weeks.
She works clean through until the 29th, with the exception of next Sunday and the following Wednesday.
WTfH?

God help me, but I thought I was done raising children.
And I know that that remark sounds really bad.
I assure you, it is NOT intended to.

I love my grandchildren.
ALL of them.
I just always thought grandbabies were supposed to go home at some point.

Is this ungracious?
How about UNchristian?
Is this wrong?

And yes, I really DO know that compared to what Laurie, and her son Mike, his wife Micki, and their children are facing, this would amount to exactly nothing.

But that is ONLY by comparison.

And good grief, I really don't think there is even a comparison to be made.

I am saddened for the life that Gabriel has been given-
That, and the fact that I am not empowered to be able to change it.
Yet I do not think it right that I should be having him 24/7, and to run the risk of her calling the damned police again when she calls to tell me to bring him home and I cannot just jump on that either.
And FYI, (should she ever read these words, blocked or not); that WAS a very cheap shot to have done that to me in the first place.
For the Gods sake, she didn't even call me to tell me WHEN to bring him home that night.

Not sure what exactly is upsetting me more...
The fact that I am thrust into Mother role all over again, (not only for Gabriel but for her as well)-

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The fact that she chooses to lie her damned fool head off time and time again.

I'd better close for now- as I must go try to expend some of this ranting energy I have.

Hope all is well with you.
Love always,

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360 Tuesday August 19, 2008 - 03:24pm (CDT)

Too Much...

 

I know how our little guy feels...

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Good Morning Everyone;
It's been a long weekend 'round these parts- (Made longer by the near 90 temps, more of that heat/humidity today too)...

I think I have a bit of a strep throat.
I do have a wonderful immune system, so this too shall pass. Just that in the meanwhile, I have a fever- lots of tummy upset, and of course that 'strawberry' tongue.
Add to that the fact that I feel like "ca~ca"...
I did sleep a whole bunch from late yesterday afternoon, until about 3 or so this morning. That always helps!

Back to our weekend though...
Busy would be one way to describe it.
(Busy BUSY would be another)...

1st, "That Damnable Pancreas"...
Casey wound up at the hospital once more on Saturday night- So very much pain all over again. The doctors say it is time to rethink her position on not taking any painkillers. (I think so too). They gave her 4 rounds of dilaudid to even put a dent in it for her. She will have to see her regular doctor here either today or tomorrow.

Getting a ride from Miss Marie, Gabriel's mama came to pick him up on Saturday evening. Sure has been quiet around here- (But quiet enough to get a bit of sleep too). hehehe

He had been busy too!

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He plays hard...
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He eats Good!
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And he is not afraid to nap either!

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That is to say, AFTER he has been secured in his room!

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Casey had LOTS of fun too!
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Painting the sign for the sale...

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(Until she realized there was a Paper Wasp or hornet nest,
right on the other side of those yews).

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Yes, it is that huge- (and then some)!!!
Right outside my window here too!

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Jenny Mella also like to play hard...

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Even if she got stuck!
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Getting IN was one thing...
(It took a few minutes to get her out)!

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No I have not yet opened up our sale.
(But that hasn't stopped a few people from pulling in either)!
I tell them "SOON"...

I'd better close for now.

But before I do, know that I ask for you to visit Baby Mariah's page on Caring Bridge. She too was brought to the hospital yesterday... Faxed results from Chicago's MRI test were not good.
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Please visit and do leave a little note for her/her family.
They are going through so very much right now, and any prayers, thoughts and compassion are surely welcomed. It takes only a moment of your time, and a small piece of your heart.
CLICK HERE FOR HER LINK.

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Monday August 18, 2008 - 08:24am (CDT)

A Moment of Your Time

Please take a minute to visit baby Mariahs Caring Bridge site; and to sign her little guestbook offering your prayers and your special hope too.
I promise it makes our own sadnesses and trials pale by comparison...

CLICK HERE.

XOXO
Anne

"Ketching" Up! (The Pill Does WHAT)?

 

Beans anyone?
Yes Mrs G., I shall send you my recipe(s) soon.

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Good Morning Everyone;
I am going to try to fill you in on our week here...

On Monday, Miss Marie drove out with Baby Samuel and Roberta too.

After our little hike to the woods that day, Master Gabriel was plum worn out; so I had sent him upstairs for a nap...

What a nice surprise for me to have them drive in!

So I brought Master Gabriel right back downstairs
to be able to see his mama and little brother.

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Marie, Gabriel, Roberta feeding Big Sam!

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Gabriel, loving his little brother!

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A smooch for Sam...
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And a smooch for his mama too.

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Gabriel left with them that afternoon. Roberta had to work, but would pick him up after work. He stayed with Marie 'til Berta finished work.

On Tuesday, Roberta had a CAT Scan of her back; from an accident in early July, and I had agreed to pick her and Gabriel up from the clinic.
***I had also gone back to bed that morning, never thinking I would sleep until 10 minutes before Roberta's appointment. A fast call to Casey got her there much faster than I ~to pick them up.

Roberta didn't have to work until Wednesday so this is when we decided that I could go in for my head...
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Not too sure if Berta was real happy about this, but, oh well...

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I don't think Master Gabriel cared one way or the other...

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When I got him back yesterday, I had slept really good by then, and my head was almost back to normal.
Apparently the same (sleeping) was not true of Gabriel.

He got here, ate some cheese and a few crackers, and tipped over on the couch for a little nap.
He did not want to wake up; so I carried him upstairs and put him to bed.
He slept straight through for 14 and a half hours!
He is very bright~eyed and bushy~tailed this morning!

I have been reading up on politics... (Stay with me for a little bit). And found a website that the writer had asked if it makes a difference to the voting public if the candidate of their choice has any pets or not?
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Since not too much else makes any sense with these two we have on the ballot, I decided to check them out.
CLICK HERE for McCain
CLICK HERE for Obama.

The thought crosses my mind that I have little patience for people who are so numbskulled at times...
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Yes, I put my 2 cents in... (Please feel free to add your own)...

"The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between political parties either--but right through every human heart."
-Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn, (rest in peace)...


I also read where "The Pill Makes Women Pick Bad Mates".
WHAT?!?
(Hard to resist clicking on that one)!!!
CLICK HERE for that story.

Methinks I am caught up for the most part...

And I hope you are all having one terrific Thursday!

Love to all!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Thursday August 14, 2008 - 08:03am (CDT)

Darned Funny!

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Time to giggle a bit...
From a few emails...

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Marketing Speak From the Spin Doctors...
Cindy McCain discovered that her husband's great great uncle, Gunther McCain, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Tennessee in 1889.

The only existing photograph shows him standing on the gallows. On the back of the picture is this inscription: "Gunther McCain; horse thief. Sent to Tennessee Prison 1883, escaped 1887. Robbed the Tennessee Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889."

After letting the Republican Party's large staff of professional image consultants review this discovery, they took the following actions to assist John's campaign to become our next president. They decided to crop Gunther's picture, scan it in as an enlarged image, and edited it with image processing software so that all that is seen in the final picture is a head shot. Along with this enhanced photo, the accompanying biographical sketch was sent to the Associated Press:

"Gunther McCain was a famous cattleman in early Tennessee history. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Tennessee railroad company. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to service at a government facility, finally taking leave to resume his business enterprise with the railroad. In 1887 he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889 Gunther regrettably died suddenly during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform on which he was standing collapsed."

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Doggone Brilliant
A wealthy man decided to go on a safari in Africa. He took his faithful pet dachshund along for company. One day, the dachshund starts chasing butterflies and before long the dachshund discovers that he is lost.

So, wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the obvious intention of having him for lunch. The dachshund thinks, "I'm in deep trouble now!" Then he noticed some bones on the ground close by, and immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat.

Just as the leopard is about to leap, the dachshund exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard. I wonder if there are any more around here." Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack in mid-stride, as a look of terror comes over him, and slinks away into the trees.

"Whew," says the leopard. "That was close. That dachshund nearly had me."

Meanwhile, a monkey, who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes.

But the dachshund saw him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figured that something must be up.

The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine."

Now the dachshund sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back, and thinks, "What am I going to do now?" But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet. And, just when they get close enough to hear, the dachshund says:

"Where's that darn monkey? Sent him off half an hour ago to bring me another leopard."

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Bad ATM Messages
- You go to get a balance inquiry, and instead of printing out a receipt the screen says: "Not worth wasting paper", and ejects your card. You try to get a balance inquiry, and the screen says: "Account not found." and keeps your card.

- You insert your card, and try to get some cash, and the ATM laughs and spits out your shredded card.

- You withdraw some money to pay some bills, count it, and the screen says: "What, you thought there was some EXTRA there? HA!", and ejects your card clear across the room.

- You think you've got $100 in your account and go to take out $50, and the screen says: "Not in this lifetime." and laughs as you bang on the machine, trying desperately to get your card back that the machine has taken.

- You go to the ATM, and there's a picture of you a-la-"Most Wanted" staring forlornly at the ATM camera with a caption that reads: "Wanted for trying to get water from a dry well."

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Sunday School
Johnny was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday School.

"Well, mum, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt.

"When he got to the Red Sea he had his engineers build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely. Then he used his walkie-talkie to radio headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and saved the Israelites."

"Now, Johnny, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked.

"Well, no, mom, but if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it."

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There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose
given name was 'Onestone'. He hated that name and asked
everyone not to call him Onestone.

After years and years of torment, One stone finally cracked and
said, 'If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!'
The word got around and nobody called him that any more.

Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said,
'Good morning, Onestone.' He jumped up, grabbed her and took
her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all
night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died
from exhaustion.

The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he
would do.

Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until
a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being
away. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed
when she saw Onestone.

She hugged him and said, 'Good to see you, Onestone.'

Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made
love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all
the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird
wouldn't die!

What is the moral of this story???...
You can't kill two birds with onestone.

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Little Tony
Little Tony was staying with his grandmother for a few
days. He'd been playing outside with the other kids for
a while when he came into the house and asked her,
"Grandma, what's that called when two people sleep in
the same room and one is on top of the other?"

She was a little taken aback, but she decided to just tell
him the truth. "It's called sexual intercourse, darling."

Little Tony just said, "Oh, OK," and went back outside
to play with the other kids.

A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily,
"Grandma, it isn't called sexual intercourse. It's called
Bunk Beds. And Jimmy's Mom wants to talk to you."

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Polish Deevorce

> A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.
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> Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.
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> No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?
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> I don't think you understand.
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> No, we have carport, and not need one.
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> All my relations still in Poland .
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> Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
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> We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.
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> Does your wife beat you up?
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> No, I always up before her.
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> Is your wife a nagger?
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> No, she white.
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> Why do you want this divorce?
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> She going to kill me.
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> I got proof.
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> What kind of proof?
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> She going to poison me.
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> She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.
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> I can read, and it say: "Polish Remover

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The Barber
A man was getting a haircut prior to a trip to Rome. He mentioned the trip to the barber who responded, "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded, dirty and full of Italians. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"

"We're taking TWA," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"

"TWA?" exclaimed the barber. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are rude, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"

"We'll be at the downtown International Marriott."

"That dump! That's the worst hotel in the city. The rooms are small, the service is surly and they're overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there?"

"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."

"That's rich," laughed the barber. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."

A month later, the man again came in for his regular haircut. The barber asked him about his trip to Rome.

"It was wonderful," explained the man, "not only were we on time in one of TWA's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28 year old stewardess who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel - it was great! They'd just finished a $25 million remodeling job and now it's the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the presidential suite at no extra charge!"

"Well," muttered the barber, "I know you didn't get to see the Pope."

"Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke to me."

"Really?" asked the Barber. "What'd he say?"

"He said, 'Where'd you get the lousy haircut?'"

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The Calf
A farmer was helping one of his cows give birth, when he noticed his four year old son standing at the fence, soaking in the whole event.

The man thought to himself, "Great. He's four and I'm gonna have to start explaining the birds and the bees. No need to jump the gun - I'll just let him ask, and I'll answer."

After everything was over, the man walked over to his son and said, "Well son, do you have any questions?"

"Just one," gasped the still wide-eyed lad.

"How fast was that calf going when he hit that cow?"

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The Gas Men
Two gas company servicemen, a senior training supervisor and a young trainee were out checking meters in a suburban neighborhood. They parked their truck at the end of the alley and worked their way to the other end.

At the last house, a woman looking out her kitchen window watched the two men as they checked her gas meter.

Finishing the meter check, the senior supervisor challenged his younger coworker to a foot race down the alley and back to the truck to prove that an older guy could outrun a younger one.

As they came running up to the truck, they realized the lady from that last house was huffing and puffing right behind them. They stopped and asked her what was wrong.

Gasping for breath, she replied, "When I see two gas men running as hard as you two were, I figured I'd better run too!"

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have a good one!

XOXO
Anne