Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
The Indian and the Buffalo
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male
buffalo with the other.
He says to the waiter: 'Want coffee.'
The waiter says, 'Sure, Chief. Coming right up.'
He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee.
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the
buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter
everywhere and then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand,
pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter
and says to the waiter, 'Want coffee.'
The waiter says 'Whoa, Tonto. We're still cleaning up your mess from
yesterday.
What was all that about, anyway?'
The Indian smiles and proudly says, 'Training for position in Government.
Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up,
disappear for rest of day.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Thanks Liz
I just got this e-mail and wanted to share. Thanks Lizzie Lou!
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'
Monday, July 27, 2009
Printing
Have you heard of this site? I keep hearing about them from other bloggers. They are supposed to print with wonderful quality and very cheaply - less than Costco. I keep hearing about them and I think I will have to give them a try. Where do you get your pages printed? Leave a comment below.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
July 4th
I saw this cute page on Heidi Swapp's blog 
and it inspired me to scrapbook. We had so much fun camping out during the week of the 4th. Here's the page I scrapped.
I made a template from this page that looks like this
and you can download here
and it inspired me to scrapbook. We had so much fun camping out during the week of the 4th. Here's the page I scrapped.
I made a template from this page that looks like this
and you can download here
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
12:34:56 on 07/08/09
This is weird - but I woke up at this time this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. Well, to be honest, it may not have been exactly that moment because I didn't look at the clock - but it was close. As I am sitting here at the computer not being able to sleep and had nothing better to do (Brett hates it when I run the washing machine in the middle of the night because it wakes him up.) I thought I would blog about this interesting coincidence. Okay, thanks for reading my late night ramblings. Have a fabulous day!
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