Friday, November 16, 2007

Here comes Santa Claus!

Sinte Klaus.

I'm so excited for Christmas this year. It is the first year I do not have to work during the holiday season - so I can really enjoy the season without all the concerns that sap the joy out of the holidays. I don't have to worry about scheduling employees, merchandising, profits, special events, impatient customers, complainers that Christmas comes too early, or the whiners who bemoan the fact this or that company doesn't celebrate Christmas, and all that other nonsense adults get themselves stirred up about. I get to have Christmas like a child this year!
(I've already put up some garland and lights around Our Lady's shrine in the garden.)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Thursday poetry corner is back...



I know you all have missed this feature (especially Little Freak). I just wanted you to realize culture is not cheap. Tonight we have a lovely poem by Jim Morrison...
Untitled.

"Why do I drink?
So that I can write poetry.
Sometimes when it's all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true
As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger
Forgive me Father for I know
what I do
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet." - James Morrison
There will never again be anyone like Jim Morrison!

My friends.


And people say I don't have any!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Another email joke...



This one is from a blonde...

A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons, nor prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slide from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the horse's side anyway.. The horse gallops along, seemingly impervious to its slipping rider.

Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety.

Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup; she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when, to her great fortune, Frank, theWal-Mart greeter, sees her dilemma and unplugs the horse.

............And you thought all they did was say Hello.
(Hi Cathy!)

When you tell the world a secret...



Whaaa? So no one's supposed to talk about it?


A TV personality publicly announces he is taking a leave of absence, and, oh yeah, he kinda-sorta fell in love with a widow too. The guy writes a letter and it is read live - on the air - and no one is supposed to mention it?


Oy! Fadda! Gimme a break already!