 | Monday, December 31, 2007 |  |
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| I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they’d never expect it. Jack Handey |
Well here we are at the end of another year again. Sheesh even. I have decided to make some more major changes to how I structure the Blog starting with the new year. I hope it won’t cause any problems and there shouldn’t be many differences to how it looks ... just in the background as to how I keep track of everything. So just let me know if some menus don’t work or whatever.
It must be a sign of advancing age that I don’t really get too excited about the beginning of a new year like I once used to. For one thing I don’t drink so I don’t really need the excuse to party ... not that I ever used to need the excuse but it was fun to have the company. In fact for a few years I used to think of it as Amateur Night when it came to drinking and now that I look back on it that wasn’t anything to be proud of either. That’s not to say there aren’t responsible people my age or older who still bring in the year with a hangover — I’m just saying I know MY limitations. Now I see the coming of another year as just one of many reasons to be thankful I have survived this long and am still sucking air. I probably wouldn’t be breathing very well at all if I hadn’t quit smoking and whenever I drink I want to smoke ... so I don’t do either. And I don’t miss smoking or drinking. Who would have thunk it?
Chances are we will be in bed before midnight so Happy New Year to all of you and please be safe! |
Democratic presidential hopeful Sen. Barack Obama D-Ill., pauses as he talks about the assasination of Pakistan opposition leader Benazir Bhutto as he begins a campaign rally Thursday, Dec. 27, 2007 in Des Moines, Iowa. (AP Photo/M. Spencer Green) |
You’ve Been Elfed!!!
Life is all about BUTTS,
you’re either covering it,
laughing it off,
busting it,
or behaving like one ...
Terrible Night
It was a terrible night, blowing cold and snow in a most frightful manner. The streets were deserted and the local baker was just about to close up shop when a little, old man slipped through the door. He carried an umbrella, blown inside out and was bundled in two sweaters and a thick coat. But even so, he still looked wet, freezing and bedraggled.
As he unwound his scarf, he said to the baker, “May I have two poppy seed bagels to go, please?”
The baker said in astonishment, “Two bagels? Nothing more?”
“That’s right,” answered the little man. “One for me and one for Sherry.”
“And who is Sherry, your wife?” asked the baker.
“What did you think,” snapped the little man, “that my mother would send me out on a night like this?!” |
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