Saturday, June 14, 2008

Sumthin t'ponder.....a Project UPDATE...& some humor...

Well Sir...there be a little bit of everthin t'day....

We'll begin with a short one minute video.....


UPDATE: Airport Military Hospitality Room

In a few days, when I have compliled an up to date list of all the folks who have assisted us in getting our Airport Hospitality room off the ground and operational. I will be posting an article, personally thanking all you great folks and organizations that have so generously contributed or offered various services and assistance.

Don't worry, I will NOT be posting last names or amounts as I know that, like myself, most Internet folks like their anonymity, therefore I will only post first names and where you are from, and Corperate names.

The great response to my post has truly been overwhelming and most generous. At present we are stalled in a short (hopefully) holding pattern while the "wheels of Government" continue their slow pace. There are certain criteria (Rules of Order) that our Syracuse Common Council must meet before officially receiving their blessing and sanction. The room at the Syracuse International Airport so graciously donated by the Mayor of Syracuse, Matt Driscoll and the Commissioner of Aviation, Anthony Mancuso, has been cleaned, re-painted and the carpet shampoo'd for us, something they would not have done were there going to be any problems.

One day an Irishman who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, saw a speck on the horizon.. He thought to himself, 'It's certainly not a ship.' And, as the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out the possibilities of a small boat or even a raft.

Suddenly there emerged from the surf a wet-suited black clad figure. Putting aside the scuba gear and the top of the wet suit, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde! The glamorous blonde strode up to the stunned Irishman and said to him, 'Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a cigarette?'

'Ten years,' replied the amazed Irishman. With that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproofed pocket on the left sleeve of her wet suit, and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag.

'Faith and begorra, 'said the man, 'that is so good I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be!'

'And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Irish whiskey' asked the blonde

Trembling, the castaway replied, 'Ten years.' Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right sleeve unzips a pocket there and removes a flask and hands it to him. He opened the flask and took a long drink.

'Tis nectar of the gods it t'is!' stated the Irishman. 'Tis truly fantastic!!!'

At this point the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long front of her wet suit, right down the middle. She looked at the trembling man and asked, 'And how long has it been since you played around?'

With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed;,

'Sweet Jaysus! Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there too!

...AND...fer those of y'all who've ever gone through a Colonoscopy procedure (I have), y'all will not only relate to this funny story, but get a laff or two out of it as well....

This is from newshound Dave Barry's colonoscopy journal:

... I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenteritis, to make an
appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy
showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears
to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through
Minneapolis . Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a
thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I
didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking,
I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a
prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box
large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in
detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to
fall into the hands of America's enemies.

I spent the next several days productively sitting around being
nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my
preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any
solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically
water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the
MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter
plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those
unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then
you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because
MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat
spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.

The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a
great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose watery
bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you
jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.

MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here,
but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much
the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the
commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined
to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And
then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink
another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your
bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you
have not even eaten yet.

After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next
morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only
was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return
bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?'
How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.

At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood
and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they
led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little
curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those
hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you
put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually

Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left
hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I
was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their
MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of th is, but
then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to
make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire
Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.

W hen everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room,
where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not
see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there
somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll
over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something
up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and
I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA I remarked to
Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this
particula r procedure, 'Dancing Queen' has to be the least appropriate.

'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha
ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for
more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to
tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.

I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was
yelling 'Dancing Queen, Feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next
moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood.
Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt
excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was
all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have
never been prouder of an internal organ.

Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.

** Sorry folks, sumthin compelled me to color the type BROWN**

...AND...while we're on the subject of Colonoscopies, "Charlie the Cop" sends us this...


Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:

1. "Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going where no man has gone before!

2. "Find Amelia Earhart yet?"

3. "Can you hear me NOW?"

4. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"

5. "You know, in Arkansas , we're now legally married."

6. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"

7. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out..."

8. "Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!"

9. "If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!

10. "Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity."

11. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"

12. "God, now I know why I am not gay."

And the best one of all.

13. "Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?"



** Click on photo to enlarge**

The person frum Texas with the initials S.G. requested that I not give credit to her for having sent me this. OK, fear not Missy Sue! I won't.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Just some PotPourri.......

"Good bust guys....never liked that stupid ass-clown anyhow....."

A classic ambiguous Advertisement.....


Bill Clinton Airlines......

...and speakin of ol "BJ Billy".....Yupper...somebody hadda say Patrick said it....

Now here's sumthin ya really don't wanna see during that lightning flash.....

Fer all you dog lovers out there, didja ever consider this....???


One Sunday morning, a mother went in to wake her son and tell him it was time to get ready for church, to which he replied, 'I'm not going..' 'Why not?' she asked.
I'll give you two good reasons,' he said. 'One, they don't like me, and two, I don't like them' His mother replied, 'I'll give YOU two good reasons why YOU SHOULD go to church. (1) You're 59 years old, and (2) you're the pastor!'

The Picnic A Jewish Rabbi and a Catholic Priest met at the town's annual 4th of July picnic. Old friends, they began their usual banter.
'This baked ham is really delicious,' the priest teased the rabbi. 'You really ought to try it. I know it's against your religion, but I can't understand why such a wonderful food should be forbidden! You don't know what you're missing. You just haven't lived until you've tried Mrs. Hall's prized Virginia Baked Ham. Tell me, Rabbi, when are you going to break down and try it?' The rabbi looked at the priest with a big grin, and said, 'At your wedding.'

An elderly woman walked into the local country church. The friendly usher greeted her at the door and helped her up the flight of steps.
'Where would you like to sit?' he asked politely.
'The front row please,' she answered.
'You really don't want to do that,' the usher said. 'The pastor is really boring' 'Do you happen to know who I am?' the woman inquired.
No' he said.
'I'm the pastor's mother,' she replied indignantly.
'Do you know who I am?' he asked.
'No' she said.
'Good,' he answered.

Show and Tell
A kindergarten teacher gave her class a 'show and tell' assignment. Each student was instructed to bring in an object to share with the class that represented their religion.
The first student got up in front of the class and said, 'My name is Benjamin and I am Jewish and this is a Star of David' The second student got up in front of the class and said, 'My name is Mary. I'm a Catho lic and this is a Rosary' The third student got in up front of the class and said, 'My name is Tommy. I am Baptist, and this is a casserole'

The Best Way To Pray
A priest, a minister and a guru sat discussing the best positions for prayer, while a telephone repairman worked nearby.
'Kneeling is definitely the best way to pray,' the priest said.
'No,' said the minister. 'I get the best results standing with my hands outstretched to Heaven' 'You're both wrong,' the guru said. 'The most effective prayer position is lying down on the floor' The repairman could contain himself no longer. 'Hey, fellas,' he interrupted. 'The best prayin' I ever did was when I was hangin' upside down from a telephone pole.'

The Twenty and the One
A well-worn one-dollar bill and a similarly distressed twenty-dollar bill arrived at a Federal Reserve Bank to be retired.
As they moved along the conveyor belt to be burned, they struck up a conversation.
The twenty -dollar bill reminisced about its travels all over the country. 'I've had a pretty good life,' the twenty proclaimed. 'Why I've been to Las Vegas and Atlantic City, the finest restaurants in New York, performances on Broadway, and even a cruise to the Caribbean.' 'Wow!' said the one-dollar bill. 'You've really had an exciting life!' 'So tell me,' says the twenty, 'where have you been throughout your lifetime?' The one dollar bill replies, 'Oh, I've been to the Methodist Church, the Baptist Church, the Lutheran Church...' The twenty-dollar bill interrupts, 'What's a church?'

Goat for Dinner
The young couple invited their elderly pastor for Sunday dinner. While they were in the kitchen preparing the meal, the minister asked their son what they were having.
'Goat,' the little boy replied.
'Goat?' replied the startled man of the cloth, 'Are you sure about that?' 'Yep,' said the youngster. 'I heard Dad say to Mom, 'Today is just as good as any to have the old goat for dinner.''

'To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.'

...and finally...I really like this guy and what he's got to say. Too bad I didn't hear this little informative speach before I went and switched all my bulbs in an effort to save a few bucks on my energy bills.....

Thanks Susan fer sending me this.....

....and I gotta say a real big Thanks to "The Chief" fer sendin some of the above photygraffs. It saved me the trouble of stealin em....

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Some sign's, some jokes...and a couple of real Hero's...

Well Sir...Bill's back with somemore sign's.....


One very amazing man....Clay Dyer.


Since a particular family lives on the outskirts of Anchorage, they decided to build a sturdy, colorful playground for their 3 and 4 year old sons.

They lined the bottom with smooth-stone gravel all around to avoid knee scrapes and other injuries.

They finished building it one Friday evening and were very pleased with the end product.

The following morning, the mom was about to wake up the boys and have them go out to play in their new play centre. This is what she saw from the upstairs window:

Gives a whole new meaning to the saying: "Build it and they will come."


Hey...the MSM did somethin nice fer a change. Lets hear it fer ABC....and especially this fine old Marine....

A Big Old Cookshack HAT-TIP to Susan Gertson fer makin Cookie aware of these great gentlemen.....

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Busy Today....sorry....

Well Sir...myself and Loren Davies have several meetings this date regarding the Military Hospitality Room at Syracuse International guessed it. No Post today...just far too much to do.....

See Y'all t'morrow.....


BUT.... here's a quickie that will shortly apply to "The Chief..."

I've often been asked, "What do you old guys do now that you're retired?"

Well, I have a friend who has a chemical engineering background and one of the things we enjoy most is turning beer, Bourbon, wine and martinis into urine.

And we're pretty damn good at it!!!

Monday, June 09, 2008

Wednesday Walleye....

Well Sir…as we all know…it’s time fer some great Fish dinners, with Walleye toppin the list. So, here be a collection of Walleye (or just about any other fish y’all might wanna substitute) recipe’s……

I've served these recipe's on many US and Canadian fishin trips with the boys, as well as get-t'gethers here at my home, and never had a complaint yet (and NO ain't cause they died so quickly) I'm sure y'all will really enjoy them...

By the way mates, if’n Y’all got a good recipe’ fer any kind of wild fish & game, send it along to me, Cookie, at:, along with a short bio about yourself so’s I can tell the folks a little about ya when I publish yur recipe’….Thanks, Cookie.

Shore Lunch-Walleye

• walleye filets
• butter
• salt and pepper
• lemon juice
• tin foil

This one's easy, so if’n yur gonna have a Shore Lunch somewhere along the way, ya won’t need to bring along a lot of stuff.
Put two fillets in aluminum foil. Put a few pads of butter on each fillet. Salt and pepper to taste and sprinkle with lemon juice. Fold aluminum foil to seal fillets and grill for 10 to 15 minutes, or until fish flakes with a fork. Mmmm Mmm

Whoop-dee do Walleye

• 1- 1½ pounds walleye fillets
• 8 ounces cheddar cheese, grated
• 8 ounces sour cream
• 1 (10 1/2 ounce) can cream of mushroom soup (Campbells is best)
• 1 large onion, diced

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place fish in shallow baking pan; spread the diced onion and cheese evenly on fish. Mix sour cream and soup in a bowl and spoon onto fish. Bake in preheated oven 30 to 35 minutes. Serves about 4.

Walleye Italiano

8-10 walleye fillets
2 eggs, beaten
1/3 cup Kraft Italian dressing
4-6 chopped green onions
1 brick of butter
2 tsp parmesan cheese
Italian Flavored Bread crumbs
Lemon or lime

Mix the eggs and Italian dressing. Dip the walleye fillets in the egg/dressing mix and dredge in the Italian bread crumbs until covered. Slowly melt a large portion of the butter in a large frying pan. Put the chopped onions in the butter, and cover the onions and butter with the fish fillets. Cook on HIGH for about 3 minutes and then turn when the cooked side should be a golden brown. Salt and pepper to taste. Sprinkle on the parmesan cheese. Cook the second side on LOW for 15 minutes or until the fish becomes flaky. Serve with lemon or limes.

Mediterranean Style Fish

2 pounds of Walleye fillets Kosher Salt
2 cups of canned tomatoes Pepper
½ teaspoon Garlic Powder Peanut Oil
¼ teaspoon Thyme Chopped Parsley
1 small Bay leaf flour

SAUCE: Saute’ the Tomatoes, Garlic Powder, Salt & Pepper, Bay leaf and Thyme for 3-5 minutes. Add a dash of white wine if desired. Add the chopped Parsley and simmer on LOW.

Dredge the Walleye fillets in flour and fry in Peanut Oil over Medium-High heat till golden brown. Place fried fish in a baking dish and pour Sauce over the fillets before serving.

Basic Fish & Chips

2 pounds Walleye fillets Peanut Oil
1½ cups Bisquick ™ Mix 1 ½ Cups milk
1 teaspoon Kosher Salt 6 Servings of French Fries
Malt Vinegar (Optional)

Cut Walleye fillets into serving sized pieces. Mix the Bisquick, milk and salt until smooth. Dip fillets into batter, covering entirely, and place into medium hot frying pan with at least 1 inch of Peanut Oil. Cook 3-4 minutes, or until fillets are golden brown on both sides. Drain.
Serve with hot French Fries, and sprinkle cooked fillets with Malt Vinegar if desired. ENJOY!

OK amigo’s, till next time, Good Huntin, Fishin & Eatin…

Why It's Important To Understand English

I had a bunch of Canadian dollars I needed to exchange, so I went to the currency exchange window at the local bank.

Short line. Just one lady in front of me . .. an Asian lady who was trying to exchange yen for dollars and she was a little irritated

. . .

She asked the teller, 'Why it change?? Yesterday, I get two hunat dolla fo yen. Today I get hunat eighty?? Why it change?'

The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, 'Fluctuations'

The Asian lady says, 'Fluc you white people, too'.

Tuesday Tidbits....

Captain Kirk fer President....I really think that "Fits" over at Shooting the Messenger would like this guy fer pres.....


The 1st Hillary "personal chat" ad you never saw.........

Thanks again "Chicago Charlie".....

....and "Charlie The Cop" sends us this cartoon that very clearly illustrates why it's much better to be "The Boss".....


This would be even funnier if'n there weren't so many elements of truth to it....

SCHOOL -- 1957 vs. 2007

Scenario: Jack goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with shotgun in gun rack.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack 's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack .
2007 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.

Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2007 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark . Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.

Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.
1957 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2007 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.

Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2007 - Billy 's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy 's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy 's mom has affair with psychologist.

Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.
1957 - Mark shares aspirin with Principal out on the smoking dock.
2007 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.

Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.
1957 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.
2007 - Pedro 's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro 's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.

Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane pain t bottle, blows up a red ant bed.
1957 - Ants die.
2007 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny 's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.

Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary . Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2007 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.

Gotta thank "Buster" and John from Chanute, Kansas fer that one....


A FIREMAN came home from work one day and told his wife, "You know, we have a wonderful system at the fire station: BELL 1 rings and we all put on our jackets, BELL 2 rings and we all slide down the pole, BELL 3 rings and we're on the fire truck ready to go.

"From now on when I say BELL 1
I want you to strip naked.
When I say BELL 2
I want you to jump in bed.
And when I say BELL 3
we are going to make love all night.
The next night he came home from work and yelled
"BELL 1!" The wife promptly took all her clothes off.

When he yelled "BELL 2!", the wife jumped into bed.
When he yelled "BELL 3!", they began making love.
After a few minutes the wife yelled "BELL 4!"

What the hell is BELL 4?" asked the husband?


"The Twilight Zone" presents...Obamatopia.....brought to you courtesy of Susan Gertson...


What do Roosters and Politicians have in common.....??

John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.

The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.

The farmer's favorite rooster was old Al, a very fine specimen he was too, but on this particular morning John noticed old Al's bell hadn't rung at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

But to Farmer John's amazement, old Al had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of old Al , he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.
The result...The judges not only awarded old Al the No Bell Piece Prize but they awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.

Clearly old Al was a politician in the making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.

Vote carefully this year...the bells are not always audible.

"Charlie The Cop" sent me the next few jokes.....

St. Peter is at the Pearly Gates checking up on the people waiting to
enter Heaven.

He asks the next one in line, "So, who are you, and what did you do on

The fellow says, "I'm Barack Obama, and I was the first black to be
elected President of the United States. "

St. Peter says, "The U.S.? A black President? You gotta be kidding me!
When did this happen?"

And Obama says, "About twenty minutes ago


A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man

reading a book, and noticed he had his collar

on backwards.

The little boy asked why he

wore his collar backwards.

The man, who was a Priest, said:

'I am a Father.'

The little boy replied:

'My Daddy doesn't wear his collar like that.'

The priest looked up from his book and answered:

'I am the Father of many.'

The boy said:

'My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two

grandchildren and he doesn't wear

his collar that way!'

The Priest, getting impatient, said:

'I am the Father of hundreds'

and went back to reading his book.

The little boy sat quietly thinking for

a while, then leaned over and said:

'Maybe you should wear a condom and

your pants backwards instead of your



"Chicago Charlie" sent me this as well...I think you'll get a kick outta it...

"Why ya don't want Cops as yur Friends."


This is "Joe American", he makes good sense. **Sigh** which is probably why no politicians are listening to him....

Listen up McCain, Obama...and yes, even you Hillary....


Sunday, June 08, 2008

Lets see now...where was I...?

Well of late, this should be known as my "theme song", but, I think I'll dedicate it to "The Chief" as he ain't that far behind.....

Thanks Missy....ah...who sent this too me? ....ah...Oh! Thats right, Susan Gertson....

A good story for a Sunday. Don't know if this true or not, but I'm willing to bet that everyone out there reading this has had something a little similar happen to them at some time or anuther...I remember once when I stuck my foot in my mouth so bad that I had "Athlete's Mouth" as a result.....

Also from YA....Susan....

Never Judge

'Some people!' snorted a man standing behind me in the long line at the grocery store.

'You would think the manager would pay attention and open another line, 'said a woman. I looked to the front of the line to see what the hold up was and saw a well dressed, young woman, trying to get the machine to accept her credit card. No matter how many times she swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.

'It's one of them welfare card things. People need to get a job like everyone else,' said the man standing behind me. The young woman turned around to see who had made the comment.

'It was me,' he said, pointing to himself.

The young lady's face began to change expression. Almost in tears, she dropped the welfare card onto the counter and quickly walked out of the store. Everyone in the checkout line watched as she began running to her car. Never looking back, she got in and drove away.

After developing cancer in 1977 and having had to use food stamps; I had learned never to judge anyone, without knowing the circumstances of their life. This turned out to be the case today.

Several minutes later a young man walked into the store. He went up to the cashier and asked if she had seen the woman. After describing her, the cashier told him that she had run out of the store, got into her car, and drove away.

'Why would she do that?' asked the man. Everyone in the line looked around at the fellow who had made the

'I made a stupid comment about the welfare card she
was using. Something I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry,' said the man.

'Well, that's bad, real bad, in fact. Her brother was killed in Afghanistan two years ago. He had three young children and she has taken on that responsibility. She's twenty
years old, single, and now has three children to support,' he said in a very firm voice.

'I'm really truly sorry. I didn't know,' he replied, shaking both his hands about.

The young man asked, 'Are these paid for?' pointing to the shopping cart full of groceries. 'It wouldn't take her card,' the clerk told him.

'Do you know where she lives?' ask ed the man who had made the comment.

'Yes, she goes to our church.'

'Excuse me,' he said as he made his way to the front of the
line. He pulled out his wallet, took out his credit card and told the cashier, 'Please use my card. PLEASE!' The clerk took his credit card and began to ring up the young woman's groceries.

'Hold on,' said the gentleman. He walked back to his shopping cart and began loading his own groceries onto the belt to be included. 'Come on people. We got three kids to help raise!' he told everyone in line. Everyone began to place their groceries onto the fast moving belt. A few customers began bagging the food and placing it into separate carts. 'Go back and get two big turkeys,' yelled a heavyset woman, as she looked at the man. 'NO,' yelled the man. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. The entire
store became quiet for several seconds. 'Four turkeys,' yelled the man.

Everyone began laughing and went back to work. When all was said and done, the man paid a total of $1,646.57 for the groceries. He then walked over to the side, pulled out his check book, and began writing a check using the bags of dog food piled near the front of the store for a writing surface. He turned around and handed the check to the young man. 'She will need a freezer and a few other things as well,' he told the man.

The young man looked at the check and said,'This is really very generous of you.'

'No,' said the man. 'Her brother was the generous one.'

Everyone in the store had been observing the odd commotion and began to clap. And I drove home that day feeling very American.

We live in the Land of the free, because of the Brave!
Remember our Troops of Yesterday and Today !

Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear. - Mark Twain

A great example of why we should be kind and

Enjoy Life, You only get one try at it.
Blessings to you and yours

Many people will walk in and out of you life, but only true friends will leave foot prints in your heart!