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I hope to sit at my computer in the morning and not have to clear away the potato chip crumbs from the night before.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you read that right.&amp;nbsp; I really hope for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope to use the Curves membership I recently acquired and I mean go there, get on the circuit and do it physically not just use it as a motivating tool to do other things around the house that I would never do unless I wanted to avoid doing something else.&amp;nbsp; And yes!&amp;nbsp; that's how my Curves membership is being used currently.&amp;nbsp; It's like, well I would call the dentist and make that appointment but I really and truly need to scrub the shower tile with this toothbrush.&amp;nbsp; When I finish, I will call.&amp;nbsp; So see?&amp;nbsp; Instead of call the dentist, insert go to Curves and you've got it.&amp;nbsp; The house is really really getting clean but - sigh - I hope I will truly walk in the door at Curves and move.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope to play golf.&amp;nbsp; Used to.&amp;nbsp; Stopped.&amp;nbsp; Have to do it again because I really love it.&amp;nbsp; My hesitation is due to not having someone to play with.&amp;nbsp; That doesn't stop a man.&amp;nbsp; He will just go and wait to be sent out with anyone and this year, if the hubster is still suffering with aching this or that, I am going.&amp;nbsp; I hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have more and will detail them from time to time but for now....oh, wait ... there's one more thing.&amp;nbsp; I hope to lose some weight and feel better.&amp;nbsp; Please note that this hope ties in very directly with that first hope listed.&lt;br /&gt;
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A Nativity Scene was erected in a church yard.&lt;br /&gt;
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During the night the folks came across this scene. An abandoned dog &lt;br /&gt;
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was looking for a comfortable, protected place to sleep. He chose &lt;br /&gt;
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baby Jesus as his comfort. No one had the heart to send him away so&lt;br /&gt;
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he was there all night.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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We should all have the good sense of this dog and curl up in Jesus's lap from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is too sweet not to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please note that the dog&amp;nbsp;is a "shepherd!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Not too much different than the last version but -- the gold bead garland and the ribbons have been added.&amp;nbsp; Now if only the presents were under there we'd be cookin'.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's our view this morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Winter has finally said hello.&amp;nbsp; Not a screaming hello thank goodness, just a little wave of "Hi, I'm here and maybe will stop back later with more of these flake things."&amp;nbsp; Hope he forgets about that and just tosses those flake things around in ski country where they belong.&amp;nbsp; Well, once I scrape off the windshield, I'll be off and running to finish the presents for the out of state crowd so they can be shipped out tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-4220266797788779361?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No - not the garage.&amp;nbsp; The past several years there has been no room around here for a tree.&amp;nbsp; The house is teensy and the nieces, nephews and offspring of same keep getting bigger and bigger.&amp;nbsp; Now we all know that means more food but it also means more elbow room at the table and finally I had to move the table from it's normal spot to the living room and added a card table to it so that 16 could be seated.&amp;nbsp; All that to say, no room for a tree too.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year we are finished with renovations, we have a bigger area for table and expansions and the living room is free for, well, living and that includes room for a tree.&amp;nbsp; While we had no tree I placed a large red bow on a floor lamp and put the presents under it.&amp;nbsp; I christened it the Christmas Lamp.&amp;nbsp; One of my nieces, the sister of Elf, has stomped her princess foot and declared, "No more Christmas Lamp, this year we want a tree."&amp;nbsp; So - banished to the garage for all those years, the Tree has returned....here it is halfway done&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;1.Go buy a turkey&lt;br /&gt;
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2.Take a drink of whisky&lt;br /&gt;
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3.Put turkey in the oven&lt;br /&gt;
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4.Take another 2 drinks of whisky&lt;br /&gt;
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5.Set the degree at 375 ovens&lt;br /&gt;
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6.Take 3 more whiskys of drink&lt;br /&gt;
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7.Turk the bastey&lt;br /&gt;
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8.Whisky another bottle of get&lt;br /&gt;
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9.Ponder the meat thermometer&lt;br /&gt;
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10.Glass yourself a pour of whisky&lt;br /&gt;
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11.Bake the whisky for 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;
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12.Take the oven out of the turkey&lt;br /&gt;
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13.Floor the turkey up off of the pick&lt;br /&gt;
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14.Turk the carvey&lt;br /&gt;
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15.Get yourself another scottle of botch&lt;br /&gt;
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16.Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey&lt;br /&gt;
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17.Bless the dinner and pass out&lt;br /&gt;
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Any how....I have been on a mission and I must report that today........TA DA&amp;nbsp; we have met the challenge and surpassed my expectations.&amp;nbsp; The Turkey hunt has been successful -- extremely expensive but ....when success is the only option... who gives a rat.&amp;nbsp; I give to you the turkey hunt.&amp;nbsp; Gobble Gobble!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lovemaking Tips For Seniors&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Wear your glasses to be sure your partner is actually in the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Set timer for three minutes in case you doze off in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Set the mood with lighting (turn them ALL off).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt; you begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Write partners name on your hand in case you can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Use extra polygrip so your teeth don't wind up under the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Have Tylenol ready in case you complete the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Make all the noise you want.&amp;nbsp; The neighbors are deaf too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; If it works, call everyone you know with the good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Don't even think about doing it twice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-4260648235259845212?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"That was another thing it was hard to adjust to---newspapers that no longer carried news.&amp;nbsp; Long glowing reports of the successes of the German army on its various fronts.&amp;nbsp; Eulogies of German leaders, denunciations of traitors and saboteurs, appeals for the unity of the "Nordic peoples."&amp;nbsp; But not news that we could trust."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I know, it's not the same today but close enough.&amp;nbsp; The papers have an agenda and really no longer carry any news.&amp;nbsp; They just laud the administration and decry any criticism as outrageous and insane or RACIST!&amp;nbsp; There are scandals galore circling this current crowd of insiders but we are shuffled along quickly and told there is nothing to see.&amp;nbsp; I am constantly catastrophizing about this left wing community agitator planning a coup where he appoints himself President for Life and we begin to resemble Venezuela or Zimbabwe.&amp;nbsp; Our economy is right on target thanks to the efforts of those in charge and there are rumbles of suspending the 2012 election.&amp;nbsp; The more I read of Corrie Ten Boom's world back in the 30's the more I fear for our future.&amp;nbsp; I wonder what the other book club members will discuss.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry to be so anxious but I fear, I truly do.&amp;nbsp; The election in Wisconsin had barely settled in when the unions and Democrats were doing everything in their power to overturn the results.&amp;nbsp; I think it was just a dry run for what they have planned for the country when the results of the 2012 election come in and those two groups...unions and dems -- have lost even more power.&amp;nbsp; What they lose in power they make up for in shouting and tantrums and total disruption of everyday life and the main stream media is pounding the drum right along with them.&amp;nbsp; They think the riots and sit ins of the 60's really worked to get them what they wanted and they haven't moved out of their original playbook.&lt;br /&gt;
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****Times of impact: 8:46 a.m. and 9:02 a.m. Time the burning towers stood: 56 minutes and 102 minutes. Time they took to fall: 12 seconds. 2819 dead from 115 different nations. 343 Fireman/paramedics, 23 NYPD, 37 Port Authority officers. ****&amp;nbsp;WE WILL NEVER FORGET 09-11-01&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a picture of the ocean in the middle of the big blow.&amp;nbsp; We had to stay in the car to take the picture since the wind was wild and the sand was blasting.&amp;nbsp; I'm surprised the car still has paint.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is normally a very serene scene.&amp;nbsp; The water rarely gets more than a slappy little wave or two.&lt;br /&gt;
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So that's the news around here.&amp;nbsp; We are getting back to normal and now?&amp;nbsp; Summer's almost at an end.&amp;nbsp; The farmers' markets will go on and on though.&amp;nbsp; We have been appreciating the bounty of our local farmers.&amp;nbsp; Tomatoes are coming out of our ears but sooooo good.&amp;nbsp; We also had some mighty good home baked goods.&amp;nbsp; Here's a look at our recent haul.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those things that look like garlic bulbs are actually some kind of French roll.&amp;nbsp; They were delish.&amp;nbsp; Some friends of ours visited and brought some bounty from their local farm.&amp;nbsp; The biggest squash I have ever had in the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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Left the wine glas to show the size of those suckers.&amp;nbsp; Big and awfully delicious.&amp;nbsp; My husband stuffed that zucchini while I drank that wine.&amp;nbsp; Here is the before picture of the zucchini.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tasted even better than it looked.&amp;nbsp; It could have fed a small army.&amp;nbsp; We had some fine tasting left-overs.&amp;nbsp; Well that's it for now.&amp;nbsp; Back after the Labor Day Doings and maybe more pictures.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the weekend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-8568398179985136499?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It will be named the �Congressman�.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-gMKBxPuPg/Tk20ug51HXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Jvz00PYGEM4/s1600/gun.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-gMKBxPuPg/Tk20ug51HXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Jvz00PYGEM4/s320/gun.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't work and you can't fire it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it should be named the President....he never seems to be at work.&amp;nbsp; Happy Another Vacation BO.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-7980082887361965720?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pcX6q8CZ1mM/TkFms01M9yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7YKc8mH6owI/s1600/penguin-picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pcX6q8CZ1mM/TkFms01M9yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7YKc8mH6owI/s320/penguin-picture.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just when you think you know everything...you read about this! Wow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never knew this about Penguins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in Antarctica. Where do they go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder no more ! ! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird which lives an extremely ordered and complex life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The penguin is very committed to its family and will mate for life, as well as maintaining a form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the dead bird to be rolled into and buried. The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and sing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Freeze a jolly good fellow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Freeze a jolly good fellow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they kick him into the ice hole....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You really didn't believe that I know anything about penguins, did you? It's so easy to fool OLD people. I am sorry, but I fell for it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-3860817051767927931?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;BEST EVER SENIOR CITIZEN JOKE &lt;br /&gt;
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A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbor and says, "Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started." &lt;br /&gt;
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Her neighbor asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?" &lt;br /&gt;
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The little silver haired lady says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster." &lt;br /&gt;
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Her neighbor decides to go over and help with the puzzle. &lt;br /&gt;
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She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. &lt;br /&gt;
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He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says, &lt;br /&gt;
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"First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster." &lt;br /&gt;
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He takes her hand and says, "Secondly, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then," he said with a deep&lt;br /&gt;
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sigh ............ &lt;br /&gt;
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"Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I caught a stray parrot on my porch this morning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All he says is, "Good morning, you old fart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRpysZxBRHc/TilXSWBOPjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3dh5BGiz_hs/s1600/parrot.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRpysZxBRHc/TilXSWBOPjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3dh5BGiz_hs/s320/parrot.bmp" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Is it yours ?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-1216436014461138263?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has to be one of the best singles ads ever printed. It is reported to have been listed in the Cornish Guardian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm a very good girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me.. Call 01272-6420 and ask for Annie, I'll be waiting.....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;Over 150 men found themselves talking to the Truro RSPCA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-7249989536885396322?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meetat a nice restaurant for dinner.&amp;nbsp; I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset atthe fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.&amp;nbsp; He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;I can't explain his behavior I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you,too.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;He just sat there quietly, and watched TV.&amp;nbsp; He continued to seem distant and absent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed.&amp;nbsp; But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else.&amp;nbsp; He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that histhoughts are with someone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;My life is a disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband's Diary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boat wouldn't start, can't figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-3273739505627747937?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now we have a future visit from his son to plan, that will be in August.&amp;nbsp; I have another favorite neice who is not related to the other neices except through my marriage.&amp;nbsp; She is my oldest brother's girl and is about 10 years older than the oldest on my husband's side.&amp;nbsp; She really wasn't part of my in-law's life since she was married and involved with her own in-laws and also lives some distance away.&amp;nbsp; She is beginning to feel left out and I am not sure how to handle it.&amp;nbsp; No one is deliberately omitting her but they don't know her.&amp;nbsp; How do we make all the years gone by different?&amp;nbsp; Don't think it can be done.&amp;nbsp; I don't really know her in-laws either and they have many family things that I hear about but am not included in (thankfully).&amp;nbsp; I try to talk about those things so she will recognize that we are connected but have closer inner circles that surround us.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life - see what I mean?&amp;nbsp; There it is again and honestly, it is grand.&amp;nbsp; Here's a picture of the centerpieces from the wedding.&amp;nbsp; I took one home and it is as lovely as when we first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean seriously, wouldn’t you just keep drinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-4723746178367675196?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that she should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. The woman apologized to him and explained, We didn't have the green thing back in my day.&amp;nbsp; The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. The former generation did not care enough to save our environment."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was right, that generation didn't have the green thing in its day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they didn't have the green thing back in that customer's day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But she was right. They didn't have the green thing in her day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back then, they washed the baby's diapers because they didn't have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts, wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers, sisters, cousins or their mom's friends, not always brand-new clothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that old lady is right, they didn't have the green thing back in her day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house – not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn’t have electric machines to do everything for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back then, they didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by working so they didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But she's right, they didn't have the green thing back then..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty instead of using a cup or aplastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they didn't have the green thing back then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or rode the school bus instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were just because they didn't have the green thing back then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6929383-3289853363395180087?l=searchingandpondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Following the meal we depart for our respective abodes and fall on our respective couches and call it a day.&amp;nbsp; This year I ventured onto the computer before my full bellied exhaustion struck and found this.&amp;nbsp; Funniest ever and have to share.&amp;nbsp; Hope you had a good day yesterday and hope you get a good laugh from this...later.&lt;br /&gt;
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