XEROX IS DOING SOMETHING GOOD
If you go to this web site,
www.LetsSayThanks.com
you can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq .
You can't pick out who gets it, but it will go to a member of the armed services.
How AMAZING it would be if we could get everyone we know to send one!!!
It is FREE and it only takes a second.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if the soldiers received a bunch of these?
Whether you are for or against the war, our soldiers over there need to know we are behind them.
This takes just 10 se conds and it's a wonderful way to say thank you. We can never say enough thank you's.
Thanks for taking to time to support our military!
JUST DO IT! MAKE SOME ONE FEEL GOOD TO KNOW WE ARE ALL THINKING OF THEM OVER THERE, FRAN
Friday, December 26, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008

I kid you not...
New Wine for Seniors California vintners in the Napa Valley area,
which primarily produce
Pinot Blanc,
Pinot Noir and Pinot Grigio wines,
have developed a new hybrid grape that acts as an anti-diuretic.
It is expected to reduce the number of trips older people have to make to the bathroom during the night.
The new wine will be marketed as PINO MORE
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I HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE
I just could not help it. That's funny ...Agree!!!!!!!!! FRan
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I HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE
I just could not help it. That's funny ...Agree!!!!!!!!! FRan
Monday, December 01, 2008

DAD AT THE MALL.
I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes.
We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.
The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue.
My dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and find him staring every time.
When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked, 'What's the matter !
old man , never done anything wild n your life?'
Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response; knowing he would have a good one.
And in classic style he did not bat an eye in his response,
'Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son.'
Don't you wish you could come up with good answers to these kids,,, like that???
Labels:
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving To All!!!
click on "PUMPKIN PIE" its really cute!
PUMPKIN PIE
This will make youn smile ... turn your speakers on afer you turn off my music,,,, Then pass it on!!! Fran
click on "PUMPKIN PIE" its really cute!
PUMPKIN PIE
This will make youn smile ... turn your speakers on afer you turn off my music,,,, Then pass it on!!! Fran
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
PLease take the time to look at this web site,,,
it will make you think!
Some of you may remember him but he passed away maybe before Red Skelton was a good & funny man. He also ended every show by saying, 'GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS'. Listen to the end of this. It is something he said 38 years ago. RED SKELTON-HOW DID HE KNOW?????? Very important that you listen to the very end!! Eerie!
Take a moment and listen (from 1969). It sure sounds as if he knew
what was going to take place 65 years later.
Click on the link, and turn your sound on.
http://patriotfiles.org/Pledge.htm
FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW:
Red Skelton was a movie star and comedian on television back in the 1950s. He created a number of characters, and his show was watched by millions. He did this on his show one evening--back when shows were live
I hope you will copy this and send it to your friends,, Fran
it will make you think!
Some of you may remember him but he passed away maybe before Red Skelton was a good & funny man. He also ended every show by saying, 'GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS'. Listen to the end of this. It is something he said 38 years ago. RED SKELTON-HOW DID HE KNOW?????? Very important that you listen to the very end!! Eerie!
Take a moment and listen (from 1969). It sure sounds as if he knew
what was going to take place 65 years later.
Click on the link, and turn your sound on.
http://patriotfiles.org/Pledge.htm
FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW:
Red Skelton was a movie star and comedian on television back in the 1950s. He created a number of characters, and his show was watched by millions. He did this on his show one evening--back when shows were live
I hope you will copy this and send it to your friends,, Fran
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
This is what would happen today if Noah would try to build the ARK!!!
Turn my music off and lisen to the music that goes with the NOAHS ARK!!!
Nice reading, cool pix! nice music!
http://home.att.net:80/~hideaway_today/t133/noah.htm
Turn my music off and lisen to the music that goes with the NOAHS ARK!!!
Nice reading, cool pix! nice music!
http://home.att.net:80/~hideaway_today/t133/noah.htm
Friday, November 07, 2008
I hope you get a laugh out of this one...
Don't mean to hurt any ones feelings!
Three Rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower: Cooter, Ronnie and Donnie.
As they start their descent Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says, 'Well, damn, someone should go and tell his wife.'
Donnie says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it. 'Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser. Ronnie says, 'Where did you get that beer, Donnie?' ' Cooter's wife gave it to me,' Ronnie replies.'That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?'
'Well, not exactly', Donnie says. 'When she answered the door, I said to her, "you must be Cooter's widow".'
She said, 'You must be mistaken, I'm not a widow.'
Then I said, 'I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are.'
Rednecks Are Good At Sensitive Shit.
Now you can smile if you want to!!!!!!!!!! Fran
Don't mean to hurt any ones feelings!
Three Rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower: Cooter, Ronnie and Donnie.
As they start their descent Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says, 'Well, damn, someone should go and tell his wife.'
Donnie says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it. 'Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser. Ronnie says, 'Where did you get that beer, Donnie?' ' Cooter's wife gave it to me,' Ronnie replies.'That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?'
'Well, not exactly', Donnie says. 'When she answered the door, I said to her, "you must be Cooter's widow".'
She said, 'You must be mistaken, I'm not a widow.'
Then I said, 'I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are.'
Rednecks Are Good At Sensitive Shit.
Now you can smile if you want to!!!!!!!!!! Fran
Wednesday, November 05, 2008

I AM Thankful:
FOR THE WIFE WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.
FOR THE HUSBAND WHO IS ON THE SOFA BEING A COUCH POTATO, BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.
FOR THE TEENAGER WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT ON THE STREETS.
FOR THE TAXES I PAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED .
FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.
FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.
FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME
FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH. .
FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .
FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM.
FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.
FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.
FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.
FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE. AND I AM THANKFUL:
FOR THE crazy people I work with BECAUSE they make work interesting and fun!
AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.
SEND THIS TO SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT. I JUST DID.
Live well,
Laugh often,
& Love with all of your heart!
Be Happy you are well, I have just lost a good friend,, who will be missed by many people,... So love the ones near you, and "don't sweat the small things"
Love to you all Fran
Love to you all Fran
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Happy Fall to every one... please take the time to look at these beautiful fall photos.
You may need to turn off the music on this site in order to hear the music that goes with the Rainbows of Fall,,,,
Enjoy!! Fran
Scroll down a ways!!! Have sound on too! ENJOY
TOO BEAUTIFUL not too share w/everyone!!
Click here: RAINBOWS OF FALL..
Sent it to a friend, they may enjoy it also. Every one needs some peace and beauty in their life, if only for a few minutes.
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You may need to turn off the music on this site in order to hear the music that goes with the Rainbows of Fall,,,,
Enjoy!! Fran
Scroll down a ways!!! Have sound on too! ENJOY
TOO BEAUTIFUL not too share w/everyone!!
Click here: RAINBOWS OF FALL..
Sent it to a friend, they may enjoy it also. Every one needs some peace and beauty in their life, if only for a few minutes.
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Sunday, October 05, 2008

SAYS IT ALL:
Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT.........
Sisters are there,
no matter how much time and how
many miles are between you.
A girl friend is never farther away
than needing her can reach.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you
have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life
will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on,
praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on
your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the
valley's end.
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk
beside you...Or come in and carry you out.
Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters,
daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers,
Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended
family, all bless our life!
The world wouldn't be the same without women, and
neither would I. When we began this adventure called
womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or
sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we
would need each other.
Every day, we need each other still.
Pass this on... to all the gals who are your sisters.
Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT.........
Sisters are there,
no matter how much time and how
many miles are between you.
A girl friend is never farther away
than needing her can reach.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you
have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life
will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on,
praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on
your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the
valley's end.
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk
beside you...Or come in and carry you out.
Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters,
daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers,
Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended
family, all bless our life!
The world wouldn't be the same without women, and
neither would I. When we began this adventure called
womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or
sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we
would need each other.
Every day, we need each other still.
Pass this on... to all the gals who are your sisters.
or the gals you think of as sisters.
Love to you all and a special kind love for my sister Marie.. from Fran
This is a valuable piece of information to keep!!
www.FamilyWatchDog.us
When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with your house as a small icon of a house.
There will be red, blue and green dots surrounding your entire neighborhood. When you click on these dots a picture of a criminal will appear with his or her home address and the description of the crime he or she has committed.
The best thing is that you can show your children these pictures and see how close these people live to your home or school.
This site was developed by John Walsh from Americas Most Wanted. This is another tool we can use to help us keep our kids safe.
Please pass this on to everyone!!!
I think every one should take a look at this site and keep it, for future referance
you can never be to careful,,,, BLESS US ALL Fran
www.FamilyWatchDog.us
When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with your house as a small icon of a house.
There will be red, blue and green dots surrounding your entire neighborhood. When you click on these dots a picture of a criminal will appear with his or her home address and the description of the crime he or she has committed.
The best thing is that you can show your children these pictures and see how close these people live to your home or school.
This site was developed by John Walsh from Americas Most Wanted. This is another tool we can use to help us keep our kids safe.
Please pass this on to everyone!!!
I think every one should take a look at this site and keep it, for future referance
you can never be to careful,,,, BLESS US ALL Fran
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
LET'S OFFEND EVERYONE
Q. What's the Cuban National Anthem? A. Row, Row, Row Your BoatQ.
Where does an Irish family go on vacation?A.
A different bar
Q. What did the Chinese couple name their retarded baby?
A. Sum Ting Wong
Q. What do you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other?
A. A speech impediment
Q. What does it mean when the Post Office's flag is flying at half-mast?
A. They're hiring
Q. Why aren't there any Puerto Ricans on Star Trek?
A. Because they're not going to work in the future either.
Q. What do you call a Mississippi farmer with a sheep under each arm?
A. A pimp
.Q. Why do Driver Education classes in redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays?
A. Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it.
Q. What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo?
A. The southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with a recipe.
Q How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F' word?
A. Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell 'BINGO!'
Q. What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale???
A. A northern fairytale begins, 'Once upon a time...' and a southern fairytale begins, 'Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit.'!
Q. Why doesn't Mexico have an Olympic team?
A. Because all the Mexicans who can run, jump or swim are already in the United States.
Did I really upset any one???? Fran
Friday, August 08, 2008
ONE OF THOSES THINGS THAT MAKE YOU SAY"MMMMMMMM"
When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.
Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ' The Stance.
In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.' To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.
In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)
You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck? This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).
It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately.
Send this to all women that need a good laugh.
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find Supportive Comfortable Always Lifts You Up
Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
Share this with a friend! I Just Did!
I HAD TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU ALL!!!! FRAN
When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.
Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ' The Stance.
In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.' To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.
In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)
You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck? This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).
It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately.
Send this to all women that need a good laugh.
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find Supportive Comfortable Always Lifts You Up
Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
Share this with a friend! I Just Did!
I HAD TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU ALL!!!! FRAN
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Well, I have kept my mouth shut long enough!!!!!
What the hell is going wrong in this country?????
Gas prices way out of sight,, food prices going up Because of the gas prices!!!
What in God's name are we going to do come winter? There are some people who are not making it in the summer,, what is going to happen in the winter???
The people in Washington, and the people trying to get there,,, do not care,, They are all so rich and know nothing about the average person living here in the USA,,,
And they want us to vote them in,,, I did not vote for Bush, thank god) and will not vote for Maclain! He is from the same school!
Obama??? well, I just do not know about him,,, is he talking out of both sides of his mouth,, just to get elected????
At 73 years old.. I have seen alot, but right now I do not see any thing getting better.
I want to see Maclain, live on what we do and eat the kind of meals we do, and others, also,, and have a son come home ,, in the way a person I have talked to in MI, her son came home,,let them live like the average person for a while,,, see if they like it,,and lose thier homes.
This war ,in my way of thinking was just to make the people in Washington who had the right connections,,, RICH!!
And the Hell with us, God help us all.
GOD, PLEASE BLESS THE PEOPLE IN THE USA!!!!! FRAN
What the hell is going wrong in this country?????
Gas prices way out of sight,, food prices going up Because of the gas prices!!!
What in God's name are we going to do come winter? There are some people who are not making it in the summer,, what is going to happen in the winter???
The people in Washington, and the people trying to get there,,, do not care,, They are all so rich and know nothing about the average person living here in the USA,,,
And they want us to vote them in,,, I did not vote for Bush, thank god) and will not vote for Maclain! He is from the same school!
Obama??? well, I just do not know about him,,, is he talking out of both sides of his mouth,, just to get elected????
At 73 years old.. I have seen alot, but right now I do not see any thing getting better.
I want to see Maclain, live on what we do and eat the kind of meals we do, and others, also,, and have a son come home ,, in the way a person I have talked to in MI, her son came home,,let them live like the average person for a while,,, see if they like it,,and lose thier homes.
This war ,in my way of thinking was just to make the people in Washington who had the right connections,,, RICH!!
And the Hell with us, God help us all.
GOD, PLEASE BLESS THE PEOPLE IN THE USA!!!!! FRAN

Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me, For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.
We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.
We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.
We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee' And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me Me.
Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me Me.
We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.
We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me Me.
Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp. We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T, And Oprah couldn't talk, yet, in the Land That Made Me Me.
We had our share of he roes, we never thought they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe. For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be, And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me Me.
We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led. And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees, Madonna was a virgin in the Land That Made Me Me.
We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, but they weren't grown in jars. And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and' gay' meant fancy-free, And dorms were never coed in the Land That Made Me Me.
We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag. And Hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me Me.
Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks. And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee, And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me Me.
We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues, We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for condoms in the Land That Made Me Me.
There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill, And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill. And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three, And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me Me.
But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A. They send us invitations to join AARP, We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me Me.
So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines. And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be, Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me Me
IS THIS THE TRUTH OR NOT,,, REMEMBER WHEN!!!! fRAN
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me, For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.
We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.
We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.
We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee' And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me Me.
Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me Me.
We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.
We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me Me.
Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp. We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T, And Oprah couldn't talk, yet, in the Land That Made Me Me.
We had our share of he roes, we never thought they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe. For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be, And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me Me.
We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led. And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees, Madonna was a virgin in the Land That Made Me Me.
We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, but they weren't grown in jars. And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and' gay' meant fancy-free, And dorms were never coed in the Land That Made Me Me.
We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag. And Hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me Me.
Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks. And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee, And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me Me.
We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues, We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for condoms in the Land That Made Me Me.
There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill, And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill. And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three, And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me Me.
But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A. They send us invitations to join AARP, We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me Me.
So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines. And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be, Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me Me
IS THIS THE TRUTH OR NOT,,, REMEMBER WHEN!!!! fRAN
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
This one you will love,,, I am sure old Frank would love it ,too!!
Frank Sinatra in Song They should play this non stop at All Airports!!!
Turn up the sound and click on the link below....... Song
Frank Sinatra in Song They should play this non stop at All Airports!!!
Turn up the sound and click on the link below....... Song
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Good morning!!
I have here the most beautiful short movie ,you will see on the Internet I believe......of course I am OLD and understand these things ,, but maybe you younger people, if they stop in here, might read it and get the more meaning of life.
You will need to to the bottom of my page here to turn off the music, so you can hear the lovely music on the movie.
Please take the time,, like taking the time to "smell " the roses!
Have a great weekend!!!!! Fran
Dash" the movie
You can check it out here: http://www.dashpoemmovie.com?SRC=NETDASHMOVIE
I have here the most beautiful short movie ,you will see on the Internet I believe......of course I am OLD and understand these things ,, but maybe you younger people, if they stop in here, might read it and get the more meaning of life.
You will need to to the bottom of my page here to turn off the music, so you can hear the lovely music on the movie.
Please take the time,, like taking the time to "smell " the roses!
Have a great weekend!!!!! Fran
Dash" the movie
You can check it out here: http://www.dashpoemmovie.com?SRC=NETDASHMOVIE
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Hi every one every where.. How do you like the look of my blog???
Thanks to my little sister Marie,, she is GREAT at this kind of stuff.
You should check out her blog and my other stes, at Etsy.com.. the site we sell only Hand Made items,,,,,,, but for now just open this site I have added
I am sure will agree with it!
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Click here: TIME GETS BETTER WITH AGE
Thanks for stopping by,,, Fran
Click here: TIME GETS BETTER WITH AGE
Thanks to my little sister Marie,, she is GREAT at this kind of stuff.
You should check out her blog and my other stes, at Etsy.com.. the site we sell only Hand Made items,,,,,,, but for now just open this site I have added
I am sure will agree with it!
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^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^ Enjoy!!!
Click here: TIME GETS BETTER WITH AGE
Thanks for stopping by,,, Fran
Click here: TIME GETS BETTER WITH AGE
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