Mad Gab.Go through and see if you can figure out the sentence.the more you say it,the more you get it.answers are at the bottom.
1.Stub Her Neigh Same Yule
2.Whole Imp Pig Aims
3.Says Amy's Treat
4.Wheel Fair El
5.Hit Stoop Add
1.Stubborn as a Mule
2.Olimpic Games
3.sesame street
4.Will Ferrell
It's Too Bad
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Cemetary Escort Duty
Cemetery Escort Duty
I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates were closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever~~the heat and humidity at the same level~~both too high. I saw the car pull into the drive,
'69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville; looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed. She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers, about four or five bunches, as best as I could tell. I couldn't help myself.. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But, for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time. I broke post attention.
My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.
'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?'
She took long enough to answer. 'Yes, Son, can you carry these flowers?
I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.''My pleasure, Ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?' 'Vietnam, Ma'am, ground-pounder, '69 to '71.'She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.' She smiled and winked at me.
'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few marines I'd like to see one more time.''Yes, ma'am, at your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was
Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.
She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was
Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone,
Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.
She paused for a second. 'Two more, Son, and we'll be done'I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.' She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, Son? I seem to have lost my way.' I pointed with my chin, 'That way, Ma'am.''Oh!', she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on
Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968,
and the last on
Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.
She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.'OK, Son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.' 'Yes, Ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'She paused.'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All were killed in action; all marines.' She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I didn't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully. I waited for a polite distance to come between us, then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car. 'Get to the 'Out' gate quick. I have something I've got to do.'Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him.
He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet. 'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead...' I humped it across the drive to the other post.When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate,
I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'
I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in Your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.'In God We Trust.'
If we ever forget that we're one nation under God,
then we will be a nation gone under!
I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates were closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever~~the heat and humidity at the same level~~both too high. I saw the car pull into the drive,
'69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville; looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed. She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers, about four or five bunches, as best as I could tell. I couldn't help myself.. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But, for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time. I broke post attention.
My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.
'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?'
She took long enough to answer. 'Yes, Son, can you carry these flowers?
I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.''My pleasure, Ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?' 'Vietnam, Ma'am, ground-pounder, '69 to '71.'She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.' She smiled and winked at me.
'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few marines I'd like to see one more time.''Yes, ma'am, at your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was
Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.
She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was
Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone,
Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.
She paused for a second. 'Two more, Son, and we'll be done'I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.' She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, Son? I seem to have lost my way.' I pointed with my chin, 'That way, Ma'am.''Oh!', she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on
Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968,
and the last on
Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.
She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.'OK, Son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.' 'Yes, Ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'She paused.'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All were killed in action; all marines.' She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I didn't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully. I waited for a polite distance to come between us, then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car. 'Get to the 'Out' gate quick. I have something I've got to do.'Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him.
He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet. 'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead...' I humped it across the drive to the other post.When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate,
I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'
I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in Your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.'In God We Trust.'
If we ever forget that we're one nation under God,
then we will be a nation gone under!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
AFew Helpful Tips...Especially as the Holiday Season Approaches
A FEW HELPFUL TIPS... ESPECIALLY AS THE HOLIDAY SEASON APPROACHES...
Crucial
Because of recent abductions
In daylight hours, refresh yourself
of these things to do
in an emergency situation...
This is for you,
and for you to share
with your wife,
your children,
everyone you know.
After reading these 9 crucial tips,
forward them to someone you care about.
It never hurts to be careful
in this crazy world we live in.
1.
Tip from Tae Kwon Do :
The elbow is the strongest point
on your body.
If you are close enough to use it, do!
2. Learned this from a tourist guide.
If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,
DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.
Toss it away from you...
Chances are that he is more interested
in your wallet and/or purse than you,
and he will go for the wallet/purse.
RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,
kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole
and start waving like crazy.
The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.
This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars
after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit
(doing their chequebook, or making a list, etc.
DON'T DO THIS!)
The predator will be watching you, and this
is the perfect opportunity for him to get in
on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,
and tell you where to go.
AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,
LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. If someone
is in the car
with a gun
to your head
DO NOT DRIVE OFF,
Repeat:
DO NOT DRIVE OFF!
Instead gun the engine
and speed into anything, wrecking the car.
Your Air Bag will save you.
If the person is in the back seat
they will get the worst of it .
As soon as the car crashes
bail out and run.
It is better than having them find your body
in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting
into your car in a parking lot,
or parking garage:
A.) Be aware:
look around you,
look into your car,
at the passenger side floor ,
and in the back seat
B.) If you are parked next to a big van,
enter your car from the passenger door.
Most serial killers attack their victims
by pulling them into their vans while the women
are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car
parked on the driver's side of your vehicle,
and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone
in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back
into the mall, or work, and get a
guard/policeman to walk you back out.
IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator
instead of the stairs.
Stairwells are horrible places to be alone
and the perfect crime spot.
This is especially true at NIGHT!)
7. If the predator has a gun
and you are not under his control,
ALWAYS RUN!
The predator will only hit you (a running target)
4 in 100 times; and even then,
it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ.
RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
8. As women, we are always trying
to be sympathetic:
STOP
It may get you raped, or killed.
Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,
well educated man, who ALWAYS played
on the sympathies of unsuspecting women.
He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often
asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,
which is when he abducted his next victim.
9. Another Safety Point:
Someone just told me that her friend heard
a crying baby on her porch the night before last,
and she called the police because it was late
and she thought it was weird. The police told her
'Whatever you do, DO NOT
open the door.'
The lady then said that it sounded like the baby
had crawled near a window, and she was worried
that it would crawl to the street and get run over.
The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,
whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'
He told her that they think a serial killer
has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax
women out of their homes thinking that someone
dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it,
but have had several calls by women saying that
they hear baby's cries outside their doors
when they're home alone at night.
10. Water scam!
If you wake up in the middleof the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is aburst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all youroutside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate andthen attack.Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors!
Please pass this on
This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because
the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on
America 's Most Wanted when they profiled
the serial killer in Louisiana I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know.
It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle..
I was going to send this to the ladies only,
but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc.,
you may want to pass it onto them, as well.
Send this to any woman you know that may need
to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it
and it's better to be safe than sorry..
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or love one's life.
Crucial
Because of recent abductions
In daylight hours, refresh yourself
of these things to do
in an emergency situation...
This is for you,
and for you to share
with your wife,
your children,
everyone you know.
After reading these 9 crucial tips,
forward them to someone you care about.
It never hurts to be careful
in this crazy world we live in.
1.
Tip from Tae Kwon Do :
The elbow is the strongest point
on your body.
If you are close enough to use it, do!
2. Learned this from a tourist guide.
If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,
DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.
Toss it away from you...
Chances are that he is more interested
in your wallet and/or purse than you,
and he will go for the wallet/purse.
RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,
kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole
and start waving like crazy.
The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.
This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars
after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit
(doing their chequebook, or making a list, etc.
DON'T DO THIS!)
The predator will be watching you, and this
is the perfect opportunity for him to get in
on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,
and tell you where to go.
AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,
LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. If someone
is in the car
with a gun
to your head
DO NOT DRIVE OFF,
Repeat:
DO NOT DRIVE OFF!
Instead gun the engine
and speed into anything, wrecking the car.
Your Air Bag will save you.
If the person is in the back seat
they will get the worst of it .
As soon as the car crashes
bail out and run.
It is better than having them find your body
in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting
into your car in a parking lot,
or parking garage:
A.) Be aware:
look around you,
look into your car,
at the passenger side floor ,
and in the back seat
B.) If you are parked next to a big van,
enter your car from the passenger door.
Most serial killers attack their victims
by pulling them into their vans while the women
are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car
parked on the driver's side of your vehicle,
and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone
in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back
into the mall, or work, and get a
guard/policeman to walk you back out.
IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator
instead of the stairs.
Stairwells are horrible places to be alone
and the perfect crime spot.
This is especially true at NIGHT!)
7. If the predator has a gun
and you are not under his control,
ALWAYS RUN!
The predator will only hit you (a running target)
4 in 100 times; and even then,
it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ.
RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
8. As women, we are always trying
to be sympathetic:
STOP
It may get you raped, or killed.
Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,
well educated man, who ALWAYS played
on the sympathies of unsuspecting women.
He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often
asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,
which is when he abducted his next victim.
9. Another Safety Point:
Someone just told me that her friend heard
a crying baby on her porch the night before last,
and she called the police because it was late
and she thought it was weird. The police told her
'Whatever you do, DO NOT
open the door.'
The lady then said that it sounded like the baby
had crawled near a window, and she was worried
that it would crawl to the street and get run over.
The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,
whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'
He told her that they think a serial killer
has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax
women out of their homes thinking that someone
dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it,
but have had several calls by women saying that
they hear baby's cries outside their doors
when they're home alone at night.
10. Water scam!
If you wake up in the middleof the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is aburst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all youroutside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate andthen attack.Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors!
Please pass this on
This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because
the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on
America 's Most Wanted when they profiled
the serial killer in Louisiana I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know.
It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle..
I was going to send this to the ladies only,
but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc.,
you may want to pass it onto them, as well.
Send this to any woman you know that may need
to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it
and it's better to be safe than sorry..
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or love one's life.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
What Christmas is Like For Most People
GIVE ME TOYS,GIVE ME TOYS,I WANT THEM RIGHT AWAY!
NINTENDO,WII,AND DOLL BABIES AND A PONY WITH SOME HAYYY!
GIVE ME TOYS,GIVE ME TOYS,I WANT THEM RIGHT AWAY,
IF YOU YOU DON'T I'LL SCREAM AND POUT UNTILL I GET MY WAY!
have a Great Christmas.and remember,you won't always get your way!
it is a song in the tune of Jingle Bells.sing it to yourself and Laugh yourself silly!!
NINTENDO,WII,AND DOLL BABIES AND A PONY WITH SOME HAYYY!
GIVE ME TOYS,GIVE ME TOYS,I WANT THEM RIGHT AWAY,
IF YOU YOU DON'T I'LL SCREAM AND POUT UNTILL I GET MY WAY!
have a Great Christmas.and remember,you won't always get your way!
it is a song in the tune of Jingle Bells.sing it to yourself and Laugh yourself silly!!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Check Out The Rock
I'm told that there is a huge rock near a gravel pit on Hwy.25 in ruralIowa For generations, kids have painted slogans, names, and obscenities on this rock, changing its character many times. A few months back, the rock received its latest paint job, and since then it has been left completely undisturbed. It's quite an impressive sight. Be sure to scrolldown and check out the multiple photos. (all angles) of the rock. I thought the flag was draped over the rock, but it's not. It's actually painted on the rock too. 
Here's the artist Ray 'Bubba' Sorensen.
AWESOME Work, RAY...
Thank you! ' God Bless America 'and 'OUR SOLDIERS AND VETS' Pass it on. You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
Here's the artist Ray 'Bubba' Sorensen.
AWESOME Work, RAY...
Thank you! ' God Bless America 'and 'OUR SOLDIERS AND VETS' Pass it on. You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Three Men on a Hike
Three Men on a Hike
Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large raging,
violent river. Needing to get to the other side, the first man prayed:
'God, please give me the strength to cross the river.'
Poof! ... God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim
across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice.
After witnessing that, the second man prayed: 'God, please give me strength
and the tools to cross the river'
Poof! .... God gave him a rowboat and strong arms and strong legs and he was
able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.
Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed:
'God, please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross
The river'
Poof! .. He was turned into a woman. She checked the map, hiked one hundred
yards up stream and walked across the bridge.
'If at first you don't succeed, do it the way your mother told you!'
Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large raging,
violent river. Needing to get to the other side, the first man prayed:
'God, please give me the strength to cross the river.'
Poof! ... God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim
across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice.
After witnessing that, the second man prayed: 'God, please give me strength
and the tools to cross the river'
Poof! .... God gave him a rowboat and strong arms and strong legs and he was
able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.
Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed:
'God, please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross
The river'
Poof! .. He was turned into a woman. She checked the map, hiked one hundred
yards up stream and walked across the bridge.
'If at first you don't succeed, do it the way your mother told you!'
Monday, November 17, 2008
Baby Looney Toons
Arn't they so cute!!! Baby Bugs
Sweet Selvester
Sweet SelvesterTricky Tasmanian Devil
Daffy Duck
And Tweety!
Daffy DuckAnd Tweety! Arn't They Cute!!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Faces!
this is a person with his tongue out :P
this is a person with a mustache : <
this is a smiley :)
this is a frowny :(
this is a vampire >:[
this is a strange person with a nose :~
this is a person winking ;)
this is a person with big eyes 0_O
this is a person with a mustache : <
this is a smiley :)
this is a frowny :(
this is a vampire >:[
this is a strange person with a nose :~
this is a person winking ;)
this is a person with big eyes 0_O
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Veterans Day
It is Veterans Day and i respect and support our Troops.They are brave men going out there and fighting for our freedom.
God Bless Our Troops.
Pray for our troops.they need our Support and strenth.God Bless America.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Polar Bear
If you don't already think animals are far more spirituallyAdvanced than we humans, think again.
Stuart Brown describes Norbert Rosing's striking images
Of a wild polar bear coming upon tethered sled dogs
In the wilds of Canada 's Hudson Bay .
The photographer was sure that he was going to see the end of his dogs when the polar bear wandered in, but...
The Polar Bear returned every night that week to play with the dogs.
May you always have love to share,
Health to spare,
And friends that care.
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