Hats off to Xerox!
If you go to this website, www.letssaythanks.com, you can pick out a thankyou card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that iscurrently serving in Iraq.
You can't pick out who gets it, but it will goto some member of the armed services.
How AMAZING it would be if we couldget everyone we know to send one!!!
This is a great site.
Please send acard.
It is FREE and it only takes a second.
Wouldn't it be wonderful ifthe soldiers received a bunch of these?
Whether you are for or against thewar, our guys and gals over there need to know we are behind them...
I HOPE YOU WILL DO THIS,,, I AM SURE THEY WILL BE GLAD TO GET AN EMAIL FROM THE STATES!
BOOKMARK (IN YOUR FAVORITES) AND SEND IT AS OFTEN AS YOU CAN I WILL BE,,,,FRAN
Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke For when I'm "here" I'm wondering If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through, I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room, Say "what am I here for?" I wrack my brain, but all in vain! A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone, Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "who was that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
CAN YOU RELATE???
Please send this to everyone you know because I DON'T REMEMBER WHO I SENT THIS TO!!!!
JUST SMILE Relax
WATCH DANCEING
If you CAN remember
DO IT TOO
But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke For when I'm "here" I'm wondering If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through, I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room, Say "what am I here for?" I wrack my brain, but all in vain! A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone, Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "who was that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
CAN YOU RELATE???
Please send this to everyone you know because I DON'T REMEMBER WHO I SENT THIS TO!!!!
JUST SMILE Relax
WATCH DANCEING
If you CAN remember
DO IT TOO
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Story I heard!
>
> One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the
> traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store. When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.
>
> When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
>
> With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia , you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry.
>
> It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!
>
> Yep..................SHE'S BLONDE!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! TO ALL FRAN specally to "D"!
>
> One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the
> traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store. When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.
>
> When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
>
> With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia , you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry.
>
> It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!
>
> Yep..................SHE'S BLONDE!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! TO ALL FRAN specally to "D"!
Sunday, November 12, 2006
> THE GEOGRAPHY OF WOMEN...
>
> Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa , half discovered, half
> wild, naturally beautiful with fertile soil.
>
> Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe, well developed and open
> to trade, especially for someone with cash.
>
> Between 31 and 35, a woman is like India - very hot, relaxed and
> convinced of her own beauty.
>
> Between 36 and 40, a woman is like France -gently aging but still a
> warm and desirable place to visit.
>
> Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain - with a glorious
> and all conquering past.
>
> Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel - has been through war and
> doesn't make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.
>
> Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada - self-preserving but open
> to meeting new people.
>
> After 70, she becomes Tibet. Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious
> past and the wisdom of the ages...only those with an adventurous spi rit and
> a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there.
>
> Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa , half discovered, half
> wild, naturally beautiful with fertile soil.
>
> Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe, well developed and open
> to trade, especially for someone with cash.
>
> Between 31 and 35, a woman is like India - very hot, relaxed and
> convinced of her own beauty.
>
> Between 36 and 40, a woman is like France -gently aging but still a
> warm and desirable place to visit.
>
> Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain - with a glorious
> and all conquering past.
>
> Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel - has been through war and
> doesn't make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.
>
> Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada - self-preserving but open
> to meeting new people.
>
> After 70, she becomes Tibet. Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious
> past and the wisdom of the ages...only those with an adventurous spi rit and
> a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there.
Monday, November 06, 2006
My son came home from school one day,
with a smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough,
to put me in my place.
"Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr. Wright?
It's all about the laws today,
The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'
It says I need not clean my room,
don't have to cut my hair
No one can tell me what to think,
or speak, or what to wear.
I have freedom from religion,
and regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
and I sure don't have to pray.
I can wear earrings if I want,
and pierce my tongue & nose.
I can read & watch just what I like,
get tattoos from head to toe.
And if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges,
with the marks on my behind.
Don't you ever touch me,
my body's only for my use,
not for your hugs and kisses,
that's just more child abuse.
Don't preach about your morals,
like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control,
And it's illegal too!
Mom, I have these children's rights,
so you can't in fluence me,
or I'll call Children's Services Division,
better known as C.S.D."
Of course my first instinct was
to toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson
made me think a little more.
I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this go.
A smile crept upon my face,
he's messing with a pro.
Next day I took him shopping
at the local Goodwill Store.
I told him, "Pick out all you want,
there's shirts & pants galore.
I've called and checked with C.S.D.
who said they didn't care
if I bought you K-Mart shoes
instead of those Nike Airs.
I've canceled that appointment
to take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned
so I'll decide what's best."
I said "No time to stop and eat,
or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can sta rt to learn
to make your own sack lunch.
Just save the raging appetite,
and wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions,
a favorite dish of mine."
He asked "Can I please rent a movie,
to watch on my VCR?"
"Sorry, but I sold your TV,
for new tires on my car.
I also rented out your room,
you'll take the couch instead.
The C.S.D. requires
just a roof over your head.
Your clothing won't be trendy now,
I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get,
will buy me something neat.
I'm selling off your jet ski,
dirt-bike & roller blades.
Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',
It's in effect today!
Hey hot shot, are you crying,
Why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out,
instead of C. S.D..?"
Send to all people that have teenagers or have already raised teenagers, or have children who will soon be teenagers or those who will be parents someday OR ANYONE WHO'D JUST GET A LAUGH ...I love this One!!!
MOM (Mean Old Mother)
with a smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough,
to put me in my place.
"Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr. Wright?
It's all about the laws today,
The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'
It says I need not clean my room,
don't have to cut my hair
No one can tell me what to think,
or speak, or what to wear.
I have freedom from religion,
and regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
and I sure don't have to pray.
I can wear earrings if I want,
and pierce my tongue & nose.
I can read & watch just what I like,
get tattoos from head to toe.
And if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges,
with the marks on my behind.
Don't you ever touch me,
my body's only for my use,
not for your hugs and kisses,
that's just more child abuse.
Don't preach about your morals,
like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control,
And it's illegal too!
Mom, I have these children's rights,
so you can't in fluence me,
or I'll call Children's Services Division,
better known as C.S.D."
Of course my first instinct was
to toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson
made me think a little more.
I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this go.
A smile crept upon my face,
he's messing with a pro.
Next day I took him shopping
at the local Goodwill Store.
I told him, "Pick out all you want,
there's shirts & pants galore.
I've called and checked with C.S.D.
who said they didn't care
if I bought you K-Mart shoes
instead of those Nike Airs.
I've canceled that appointment
to take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned
so I'll decide what's best."
I said "No time to stop and eat,
or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can sta rt to learn
to make your own sack lunch.
Just save the raging appetite,
and wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions,
a favorite dish of mine."
He asked "Can I please rent a movie,
to watch on my VCR?"
"Sorry, but I sold your TV,
for new tires on my car.
I also rented out your room,
you'll take the couch instead.
The C.S.D. requires
just a roof over your head.
Your clothing won't be trendy now,
I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get,
will buy me something neat.
I'm selling off your jet ski,
dirt-bike & roller blades.
Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',
It's in effect today!
Hey hot shot, are you crying,
Why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out,
instead of C. S.D..?"
Send to all people that have teenagers or have already raised teenagers, or have children who will soon be teenagers or those who will be parents someday OR ANYONE WHO'D JUST GET A LAUGH ...I love this One!!!
MOM (Mean Old Mother)
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