a reasonable explanation of why we are how we are...
it's very sad, really.
i remember hearing a couple years ago that the whole world 's economy was going to fall apart in 'a few years'...  looks like it was a correct prognosis...

http://finance.sympatico.msn.ca/investing/jimjubak/article.aspx?cp-documentid=7048609

look at this!
 http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070926/ap_on_re_us/nuns_heresy

The Yank's Nemesis.

Personally?  I love 'em!

There has been a pair nesting in the eaves of my house for more than 10 yrs now. 
Jia and Badlam are thrilled!  They get on the roof, pad their way to the front of the house. Get reeeeeal close to the edge, and squat down. 
They then proceed to peek down, and into the hole. 
And wiggle.        funfunfun
SO far ( Read more... )

Bedlam is sitting on the desk, infront of the keyboard. Her nose is buried in a bouquet of Lily of the Valley.

right

Has anyone ever actually read the 'fine print' on those commercials :  "text FUN to ....." for your daily fun!"
or "daily joke,' 'love tip'  ...what have you.

well.
the fine print includes "text STOP to unsubscribe"     
this means that the very first time you do this, you're stuck with one every day. like it or not,  at $1 minimum, plus text charges ( Read more... )

St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, 
      "And just what do those symbolize?" 
The man replied, "These are Carols."

And So The Holiday Season Begins....

>>>The Drunk
>>>An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests,
>>>the last
>>>of which had left his bodily systems extremely upset.
>>>Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he decided
>>>the latest
>>>episode was another and stayed put. He suddenly filled his bed
>>>with diarrhea
>>>and was embarrassed beyond his ( Read more... )

if only it were so simple, eh?  hehheh

Boudreaux, a Cajun highlander  from Rapides Parish in central

Louisiana, was an older, single gentleman, who was born and raised a Baptist, living in South Louisiana.  Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill and  cook ( Read more... )

Fifty one. no cutsie fifty a stuff.   Fifty one.

I can officially say that I have passed half my life cuz I seriously doubt I'll make it to 102

Nothing can be done about this progression.   Folks say age is but a number. Yes it is. And I resolved years ago that "if i can't stay young, I can stay immature".
But the truth is fifty one.
When you are ( Read more... )