Saturday, December 31, 2005
upstairs in their bedroom.
"You know what?" says the 6 year-old.
"I think it's about time we started cussing."
The 4 year-old nods his head in approval.
The 6 year-old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm
gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something with 'ass.'
The 4 year-old agrees with enthusiasm.
When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year-old what
he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw hell Mom, I guess I'll have
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor,
gets up,and runs upstairs crying his eyes out with his mother in hot
pursuit, slapping his rear with every step.
She locks him in his room and shouts,"You can stay in there until I
let you out."
She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year-old and asks with
a stern voice, "An what do YOU want for breakfast, young
"I don't know,"
My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned...couldn't concentrate.
Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the ax.
After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it ...mainly because it was a so-so job.
Next I tried working in a muffler factory but that was too exhausting.
Then I tried to be a chef -- figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I just didn't have the thyme.
I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn't cut the mustard.
My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy.
I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn't have any patience.
Next was a job in a shoe factory; I tried but I just didn't fit in.
I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn't live on my net income.
I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining.
So then I got a job in a workout center, but they said I wasn't fit for the job.
After many years of trying to find steady work I finally got a job as a historian until I realized there was no future in it.
My last job was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind.
SO I RETIRED AND I FOUND I AM PERFECT FOR THE JOB!
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child
used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the
next morning and said, "This is for you, Momma."
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her
anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty.
She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner "Don't you know, young
lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be
something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I
blew kisses into it until it was full."
The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms
around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and
is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the
years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult
problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and
remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given
a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our
children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession
anyone could hold.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
>From: "peter manns"
>To: "M. Williams"
>Subject: Fw: Why do we love GOLF
>Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 07:06:07 -0500
>>Subject: FW: Why do we love GOLF
Saturday, December 24, 2005
"Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes
an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress,
non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice
practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious
of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for
religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their
not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you
fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated
recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2006,
not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures
contributions to society have helped make Canada great. Not to imply
any are better than any others.
For My Conservative Brothers and Sisters
Here's wishing all of You a
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Friday, December 23, 2005
"TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS"Twas the night before Christmas, and God it was neat.
The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat.
The doors were all bolted, the phone off the hook.
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.
Mom in her teddy, and I in the nude,
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for some lube.
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry,
that I lost my boner and momma went dry.
Up to the window I sprang like an elf,
tore back the shades while she played with herself.
The moon was so bright that it lit up the yard,
the place was a mess, something hit it real hard.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a crooked old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.
With a fat little driver, half out of his sled,
a sock in his ear, and a bra on is head.
Sure as I'm speaking, he was high as kite,
And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right.
"Whoa Shit head, Whoa Asshole, Whoa Stupid, Whoa Putz,
slow down you morons or I'll cut off your nuts."
Over the lamp post, and don't hit that tree,
quit shaking the sleigh, "cause I gotta go pee."
They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub,
just as Santa leaned out and threw up in the shrub.
And then from the roof came a hell of a splatter,
as each little reindeer now emptied his bladder.
I was donning my jacket to cover my ass,
when down through the chimney he came with a crash.
His suit was all soaking with perfume galore,
he looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore.
"That was some ride," he said with a smile,
"The reindeer are pooped, so I'll hang here a while."
He walked to the kitchen and poured up a drink,
then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee,
the old boy was hung nearly down to his knee.
Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack,
but his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed.
The first thing he found was a black leather whip,
next were some full length, X-rated video clips.
A box full of condoms was Santa's next find,
and a six pack of panties, the edible kind.
There were stick-on nipples, a penis extension,and boxes of goodies I won't even mention.
A dick-ring, a G-string, and all types of oil,
and a dildo so long it lay in a coil.
"This stuff ain't for kids, Mrs Santa would shit!!
If you don't mind I'll leave it here when I split"
He filled every stocking and then took his leave,
with one tiny butt plug tucked under his sleeve.
He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead,
and he fell on his ass and broke wind instead.
He cursed, got up and climbed into his hitch,
"Let's go ya varmints, the night's been a bitch."
The shuddering lurch slammed him back in his chair,
and he let out a belch as they took to the air.
Bending the lamp post and shaking the tree,
he bounced off a rooftop and finally got free.
"I'm comin' home, woman!" He sang with a smirk,
"so grab both your ankles and pull up your skirt."
It was on this day in 1823 that the famous poem "A Visit From St.
Nicholas" was first published. It begins, "Twas the night before
Christmas, when all through the house / Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse."
Fourteen years after its first publication, an editor attributed the
poem to a wealthy professor of classical literature named Clement
Clarke Moore. In the last few years, new evidence has come out that a
Revolutionary War major named Henry Livingston Jr. may have been the
actual author of "The Night Before Christmas." His family has letters
describing his recitation of the poem before it was originally
published, and literary scholars have found many similarities between
his work and "The Night Before Christmas." He was also three quarters
Dutch, and many of the details in the poem, including names of the
reindeer, have Dutch origins.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
As many of you are probably aware, the future of the Montreal Children's hospital is at stake. The effect of the proposal of the Quebec Government is to take away crucial services from the Children's (including Cardiology and Oncology) and reallocate those services to the Sainte-Justine's hospital. The overall effect is that the Children's will lose crucial grants and funding so that it will be unable to continue to offer top quality care to the children of
We cannot let this happen. Many of us rely on the crucial services offered by the Children's and unfortunately, if you are not a patient there already, you may need to rely on these services in the future. The staff at the Children's are asking all patients and members of the community to sign the petition below in support of the proposals put forth by the Children's.
Please forward the link below to all of your contacts so that they can sign the petition to save the Children's hospital and let the government know how important the Children's is to us and our community.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Paul Harvey says:
I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution.
Life, liberty, or your pursuit of happiness will not be endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game.
So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in, and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game.
"But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue. Yes, and this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect-somebody
chanting, Hare Krishna?
If I went to a football game in Jerusalem, I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.
If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad, I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer.
If I went to a ping pong match in China, I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.
And I wouldn't be offended. It wouldn't bother me one bit.
When in Rome.........!
"But what about the atheists?" is another argument.
What about them?
Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand.
Call your lawyer!
Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do.
I don't think a short prayer at a football game is going to shake the world's foundations.
Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our parents and grandparents taught us to pray before eating; to pray before we go to sleep. Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing. Now a handful of people and their lawyers are telling us to cease praying.
God, help us!
And if that last sentence offends you, well ... just sue me.
The silent majority has been silent too long. It's time we let that one or two who scream loud enough to be heard .... that the vast majority don't care what they want. It is time the majority rules! It's time we tell them, you don't have to pray; you don't have to say the pledge of allegiance; you don't have to believe in God or attend services that honor Him. That is your right, and we will honor your right. But by golly, you are no longer going to take our
rights away. We are fighting back ... and we WILL WIN!
May 2005 be the year the silent majority is heard and we put God back as the foundation of our
families and institutions.
Keep looking up.
If not ... delete and God bless you ..
after his first commercial failure. His previous novel,
had flopped, and he was suddenly strapped for cash.
thought he might be more successful if he wrote a heartwarming tale
with a holiday theme.
He got the idea for the book in late October of 1843, the story of the
heartless Ebenezer Scrooge, who has so little Christmas spirit that he
wants his assistant Bob Cratchit to work on Christmas Day.
Dickens struggled to finish the book in time for Christmas. He no
longer had a publisher so he published the book himself, ordering
illustrations, gilt-edged pages and a lavish red bound cover. He
priced the book at a mere 5 shillings, in hopes of making it
affordable to everyone. It was released within a week of Christmas and
was a huge success, selling six thousand copies the first few days,
and the demand was so great that it quickly went to second and third
At the time, Christmas was on the decline and not celebrated much.
England was in the midst of an Industrial Revolution and most people
were incredibly poor, having to work as much as 16 hour days, 6 days a
week. Most people couldn't afford to celebrate Christmas, and Puritans
believed it was a sin to do so. They felt that celebrating Christmas
too extravagantly would be an insult to Christ. The famous American
preacher Henry Ward Beecher said that Christmas was a "foreign day"
and he wouldn't even recognize it.
When Dickens's novel became a huge bestseller in both the United
States and England,
people of the old Christmas traditions that had been dying out since
the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, of cooking a feast,
spending time with family, and spreading warmth and cheer. Dickens
helped people return to the old ways of Christmas. He went on to write
a Christmas story every year, but none endured as well as
Sunday, December 18, 2005
It is a Christmas tree. It is NOT a
Holidayhedge. It is a Christmas tree!
Say it...Christmas, Christmas, Christmas!
THIS "CAN'T SAY CHRISTMAS"
IS GETTING A LITTLE ANNOYING!
WE SHOULD ALL PUT MERRY CHRISTMAS
SIGNS ON OUR LAWNS AND
ON OUR BUMPER STICKERS
DON'T YA THINK?
WHAT THE HECK'S THE MATTER WITH THE COURTS?
ARE THEY GOING TO CHANGE THE SONGS TOO?
I'M DREAMING OF A WHITE...
WE WISH YOU A MERRY....
I"LL HAVE A BLUE...HOLIDAY WITHOUT YOU?
THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS!
WE ARE LOOSING OUR RIGHTS!
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A FREE SPEECH COUNTRY!
"MERRY CHRISTMAS" TO All of YOU.....
Say it everywhere you go!
Maybe the people who don't want to say Christmas should
not have a day off on Christmas or Easter and that
goes for the post office and government and all the
judges banning this nation's religious heritage!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
It will, however, give you some gauge of your mental flexibility and creativity.
Few people have been able to solve more than half of the questions on their first try.
Many, however, have reported answers occuring to them long after the test was first tried.
Try it as a personal challenge. Good Luck!!!
Each question below contains a number, an equal sign, then initials and words of a phrase connected with that number.
Fill in the missing word for each initial so the phrase defines an equivalent in words to the number's value.
Example: 16 = O. in a P. Answer: 16 = Ounces in a Pound
1. 26 = L. of the A.
2. 7 = D. of the W.
3. 1001 = A.N.
4. 12 = S. of the Z.
5. 54 = C. in a D. (with J's)
6. 9 = P. in the S.S.
7. 88 = P.K.
8. 13 = S. on the A.F.
9. 32 = D.F. at which W.F.
10. 18 = H. on a G.C.
11. 90 = D. in a R.A.
12. 200 = D. for P.G. in M.
13. 8 = S. on a S.S.
14. 3 = B.M. (S.H.T.R.)
15. 4 = Q. in a G.
16. 24 = H. in a D.
17. 1 = W. on a U.
18. 5 = D. in a Z.C.
19. 57 = H.V.
20. 11 = P. on a F.B.T.
21. 1000 = W. that a P. is W.
22. 29 = D. in F. in a L.Y.
23. 64 = S. on a C.B.
24. 40 = D. and N. of the G.F.
25. 76 = T. in the B.P.
26. 50 = W. to L.Y.L.
27. 99 = B. of B. on the W.
28. 60 = S. in a M.
29. 1 = H. on a U.
30. 9 = J. in the S.C.
31. 7 = B. for S.B.
32. 21 = D. on a D.
33. 7 = W. of the A.W.
34. 15 = M. on a D.M.C.
If you answered one to six questions,
you need to develop your mental powers.
If you answered six to twelve questions,
you have a degree of flexibility and creativity.
If you answered twelve to eighteen questions,
you are mentally agile and imaginative.
If you answered over eighteen questions,
you deserve a better paying job.
>CC: "Norman Jordan"
>Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2005 16:34:46 -0800
>2 TOUGH QUESTIONS
> Question 1:
> If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who
>were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis,
>would you recommend that she have an abortion?
> Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.
> Question 2:
> It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here
>are the facts about the three candidates.
> Candidate A.
> Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's
>had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
> Candidate B.
> He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in
>college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.
> Candidate C.
> He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an
>occasional beer and never cheated on his wife. Which of these candidates
>would be your choice? Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the
> Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
> Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
> Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.
> And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question: If you said
>YES, you just killed Beethoven.
> Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.
> Wait till you see the end of this note! Keep reading...
> Never be afraid to try something new.
> Remember: Amateurs...built the ark.
> Professionals...built the Titanic
> And finally, can you imagine working for a company that has a little more
>than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
> * 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
> * 7 have been arrested for fraud
> * 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
> * 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses
> * 3 have done time for assault
> * 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
> * 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
> * 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
> * 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
> * 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year...
> Can you guess which organization this is?
> Give up yet?
> It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group
> that cranks out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest
>of us in line.
> You gotta pass this on.....
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Sandra Howard, from the VCHS class of 73, has recently learned that she has some serious personal health issues that she must deal with. I am sure many of you out there remember her, and perhaps have seen her more recently than I have.
If you would like to send her your thoughts and prayers, I am sure she and her family would appreciate knowing that there are others out there thinking of her.
PS. I hope some of you that know her have her email address. I hesitate to post it publicly, and I trust you understand. She may even be a registered member of this site, so her address could be listed here. I know it is listed in the VCHS class of 73.
Sandra - VCHS Yearbook, 1973
Seeking the Hook: New & Selected Poems. 짤 Signal Books. Reprinted with
In memory of George Lewis, Great Jazzman
Man is the animal that knows
makes his living
on the docks, a stevedore,
110 lbs., carrying what loads
the Depression comes along,
his teeth rot, no money, and
he has to accept silence
they put the instrument
with rubber bands
and then he began
One song they say
cannot tell you
survived so long
in those empty jaws
He lived and died
Had a New Orleans funeral.
Leading the mourners
his old friends' band
to the cemetery, heads
down, trombones scraping
the ground, slow tones of
"Just a Closer Walk..."
helping to carry
the solemn mud
of their steps.
words said, tears fallen,
to walk back;
a few beats on the big
drum, then soft plucking
of a banjo string—
in another block
the clarinet wailed
and then suddenly they were
"The Saints..." full blast
and people jumped
and shouted and danced
just as he'd known they would.
Alright. There is a frailness
in all our music.
Sometimes we're broken
and it's lost.
Sometimes we forget
for years it's even in us, heads
filled with burdens and smoke.
And sometimes we've held
to it and it's there,
waiting to break out
walking back from the end.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
The answers may surprise you.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Seeing we spend so much time in Las Vegas, I thought this might be of interest to you.
Subject: Fw: Vegas Trivia
This may come as a surprise to those of you not living in Las Vegas, but
there are more Catholic churches there than casinos. Not surprisingly, some
worshipers at Sunday services will give casino chips rather than cash when
the basket is passed.
Since they get chips from so many different casinos, the churches have
devised a method to collect the offerings. The churches send all their
collected chips to a nearby Franciscan Monastery for sorting and then the
chips are taken to the casinos of origin and cashed in.
This is done by the chip monks.
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Friday, December 9, 2005
Thursday, December 8, 2005
Radio isn't in Canada. Can't wait for it to be here, I'm tired of
listening to the same songs over and over on AM and most FM stations --
yuk. When the time comes I'll pick XM over Sirius.
A God who allowed Christians to believe that they were better than
savages was a God he wanted no part of.
- Mark Twain.
We appreciate the time you have taken to inquire about the availability
of SIRIUS in Hawaii. At the present time SIRIUS service is only
available in the contiguous United States. Our current FCC license does
not allow for broadcast outside of that area or in other countries. As
always, sirius.com will feature the latest information regarding our
Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Will we still be the Country of choice and still be Canadaif we
continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other
countries that came to live in Canadabecause it is the Country of
Think about it!
All we have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS?
I celebrateChristmas...........but because it isn't celebrated by
everyone..............we can no longer sayMerry Christmas.Now it has to
be Season's Greetings. (I don't think so)
It's notChristmas vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how
this winter break ALWAYS occurs over theChristmas 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
Torontonewspaper. He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!
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 Canadians. However...... the dust from the attacks had
barely settled when the "politically correct! " crowd began complaining
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 Canada
Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants.
are a few things that those
who have recently come to
our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand.
This idea of Canadabeing a
has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As
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 speakENGLISH/FRENCH,not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese,
Japanese, Russian, or any other language.
Therefore, if you wish to become part
of our society, learn the language!
"We Stand On Guard For Thee" 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
your new home.........because
God is part of our culture.
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.
our land, and our lifestyle.
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 Canadian Freedom.......
THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
Monday, December 5, 2005
Subject: Fw: Christmas Poem
Subject: Christmas Poem
TWAS 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
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,
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
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRIST MAS 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,
I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
PLEASE would you do me the kind 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.
Donna F. Kelley
Atlantic Builders, LLC
572 Central Drive, Suite 101
Virginia Beach, VA 23454
Sunday, December 4, 2005
This was sent to me by my niece, Connie, who is a member of Verdun Connections.
Don't tell me your age; you probably would tell a falsehood anyway-but the Hershey Man will know!
YOUR AGE BY CHOCOLATE MATH
This is pretty neat.
DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST!
It takes less than a minute .
Work this out as you read ...
Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!
This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun.
1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate
(more than once but less than 10)
2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)
3. Add 5
4. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator
5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1755 ....
If you haven't, add 1754.
6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.
You should have a three digit number
The first digit of this was your original number
(i.e., how many times you want to have chocolate each week).
The next two numbers are
YOUR AGE! (Oh YES, it is!!!!!)
Saturday, December 3, 2005
Friday, December 2, 2005
Trying to lose a few extra pounds without over doing my exercise
Funny, looking at my high school basketball photos on my Verdun
Connections album, I thought I was fat back then. Must be in the head.
Silence is the language God speaks. Everything else is a bad