Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Let's just number the teams...

I agree with our Native American population---I am highly insulted by the racially charged name of the Washington Redskins. One might argue that to name a professional football team after Native Americans would exalt them as warriors, but nay, nay....
 
We must be careful not to offend, and in the spirit of political correctness and courtesy, we must move forward.
 
Let's ditch The Kansas City Chiefs, The Atlanta Braves and the Cleveland Indians. If your shorts are in a wad because of the reference the name Redskins makes to skin color, then we certainly need to get rid of the Cleveland Browns.
 
The Carolina Panthers obviously were named to keep the memory of the militant Blacks from the 60's alive. Gone. Offensive to all white folk.
 
The New York Yankees offend the Southern population. Do you see a team named for the Confederacy? No! There is no room for any reference to that tragic war between the states that cost this country so many young men's lives.
 
Besides, the South shall rise again!!
 
I am also offended by the blatant references to the Catholic religion among our football team names. Totally inappropriate to have the New Orleans Saints, Los Angeles Angels or the San Diego Padres. The fact that there are birds on their shirts does not protect either the Arizona or the St. Louis Cardinals---Gone!
 
Then there are the team names that glorify criminals who raped and pillaged as their way of life.  We are talking the horrible Oakland Raiders, the Minnesota Vikings, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and the Pittsburgh Pirates!
 
Now, let us address those teams that clearly send the wrong message to our children---and it is all about the children.
 
The San Diego Chargers promote irresponsible spending habits. Wrong message to our children.
 
The New York Giants and the San Francisco Giants promote obesity--a growing childhood epidemic.  Wrong message to our children.
 
The Cincinnati Reds promote downers/barbiturates. Wrong message to our children.
 
The Milwaukee Brewers---well, that goes without saying....   Wrong message to our children.
 
So, there you go.  We need to support any legislation that comes out to rectify this travesty because the government will likely become involved with this issue, as they should, as a high priority directly behind efficiently managing our country's health care.



Monday, December 30, 2013

Just the Facts...

File photo of a polar bear (© Paul Goldstein/Getty Images)
File photo of a Lego shelves (© Oli Scarff/Getty Images)
File photo of the US flag on the moon (© Rex Features)
File photo of a blue whale (©Joshua Barton/Reuters) File photo of an abandoned house (© Rebecca Cook/Reuters)                   
File photo of a baboon & a puppy (© Rex Features) 
  File photo of Lee Todd (© Getty Images)
 File photo of a radar dome (© Rex Features)
  File photo of Neptune (©  Getty Images)   
File photo of Pluto (© Rex Features)
  File photo of an ant (© Rex Features)
 File photo of a CT scan (© Rex Features)
 File photo of a tea bag (© Rex Features)
 File photo of a chess game (© WENN)     File photo of a statue of Alexander the Great (© Hisham Ibrahim/Getty Images)
 File photo of Mumbai (© Manish Swarup/AP)
File photo of a dragonfly (© Paul Souders/Corbis)
Portrait of President John Tyler (© AP)
File  photo of a woman's ear (© Rex Features) File photo of a man playing Powerball (© Justin Sullivan/Getty Images) File photo of Psy (© Charles Sykes/AP)
File photo of Moscow  (© Andrey Rudakov/Getty Images) File photo of a shrimp (© Corbis)
 File photo of the universe (© AP)
 File photo of a map of Texas (© Getty Images)
File photo of Maudie White (© Danny Johnston/AP)
 File photo of 2 Coke cans (©Rodger Macuch/AP)

Sunday, December 29, 2013

There is an encyclopedia's worth of wisdom contained in these sayings.

Don't let your worries get the best of you; Remember, Moses started out as a basket case.
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Some people are kind, polite, and sweet-spirited
Until you try to sit in their pews.
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Many folks want to serve God,
But only as advisers.
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It is easier to preach ten sermons
Than it is to live one.
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The good Lord didn't create anything without a purpose,
But mosquitoes come close.
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When you get to your wit's end,
You'll find God lives there.
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People are funny; they want the front of the bus,
Middle of the road,
And back of the church.
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Opportunity may knock once,
But temptation bangs on the front door forever.
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Quit griping about your church;
If it was perfect, you couldn't belong.
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If a church wants a better pastor,
It only needs to pray for the one it has.
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We're called to be witnesses, not lawyers or Judges.
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God Himself doesn't propose to judge a man until
he is dead. So why should you?
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Some minds are like concrete
Thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.
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Peace starts with a smile.
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I don't know why some people change churches;
What difference does it make which one you stay home from?
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Be ye fishers of men. You catch 'em - He'll clean 'em.
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Stop, Drop, and Roll won't work in Hell.
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Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous.
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Don't put a question mark where God put a period.
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Don't wait for 6 strong men to take you to church.
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Forbidden fruits create many jams.
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God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
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God grades on the cross, not the curve.
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God loves everyone,
But probably prefers 'fruits of the spirit' over 'religious nuts!'
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God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.
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He who angers you, controls you!
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If God is your Co-pilot, swap seats!
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Prayer:
Don't give God instructions, just report for duty!
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The task ahead of us is never as
great as the Power behind us.
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The Will of God never takes you to where the
Grace of God will not protect you.
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We don't change the message,
The message changes us.
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You can tell how big a person is
By what it takes to discourage him/her.
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The best mathematical equation I have ever seen:
1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.
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If this blessed you in a profound way today,
Share it with a few friends to bless them!
I bet someone else will LOVE it too.
There is no greater treasure than a good friend!
 

Saturday, December 28, 2013

5 Reasons It’s Great to be a Baby Boomer

Today’s twenty-somethings are living in a different world than the one where Baby Boomers came into adulthood. While Baby Boomers have adapted with the times, growing up in another generation has given them a different outlook. Here are just five reasons it’s great to be a Baby Boomer:



1. Baby Boomers are less connected
Sure, Baby Boomers appreciate cool technology and the convenience of having a cell phone as much as the next guy. However, they grew up with landline telephones and the idea that it was okay to be away from them for long stretches of time. It was understood, and accepted, that someone might not be available to answer the phone right away. So while Baby Boomers may now have smartphones, they are less likely to be chained to them or feel anxiety over turning them off when they don’t want to be disturbed.

2. Baby Boomers know how to dress for work
There’s no doubt that office attire has gotten more casual in most professions. Most companies favor business casual and many new start-ups let employees wear whatever they want. While jeans and t-shirts are great weekend wear, Baby Boomers see the value in dressing professionally in the workplace. They tend to take more pride in their appearance and carefully consider how they present themselves to coworkers and clients.

3. Baby Boomers enjoy dinner dates
Many Baby Boomers grew up in families where restaurants were for special occasions. Dinner dates are still a romantic occasion where they can dress up and make an effort to look their best. Dining out with friends is also a popular pastime. At the restaurant, they also know how to enjoy lively dinner conversation without distractions like tweeting pictures of their food or narrating the evening on Facebook.

4. Baby Boomers know how to volunteer
Baby Boomers are known for their efforts to make the world a better place. Today, that attitude continues as they seek out ways to volunteer for social, environmental or political causes. Many active adult communities have their own volunteerism groups or charitable organizations as well, making it even easier for Baby Boomers to find opportunities that fit their schedules.

5. Baby Boomers value their privacy
Today’s young adults think nothing of posting every detail of their lives online. Their friendships and romantic relationships play out on social media, and they even use GPS to post their location throughout the day. Baby Boomers grew up without an audience. They don’t feel compelled to share private information and they understand the value in having a little mystery in their lives.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

This should bring a smile to your face.

it is good to be tall





oh, the warm sun nap!





let's go!!



careful when you put your shoes on...



Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Geriatric "Night Before Christmas"

'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice + three drops of sherry.

A bed sock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.

Our grand kids had sent us some 'Christmasy' crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.

The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive...the joy wouldn't stop...
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" 
and "What Are Your Names?"

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social-security checks had arrived.
We sang...how we sang...in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-pm stroke.

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest
'fore long you'll be with us, we wish you the best.






Monday, December 23, 2013

A Dozen Christmas Roses

Little Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his backyard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift.

He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend,"

Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far. What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the house hold in their mother's absence. All three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother.

Somehow it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing. Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to.

Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach. It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime. Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment.

As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when the salesperson told him that he couldn't buy anything with only a dime. 

He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift.

The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."

As Bobby waited he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers.

The sound of the door closing as the last customer left jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid. Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box.

"That will be ten cents young man," the shop owner said reaching out his hand for the dime.

Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime!

Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?"

This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son,"

As he returned inside, the shop keeper's wife walked out. "Who were you talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?"

Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime.

"When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too, was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. 

"When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses." The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.

~ Author Unknown ~


Have a wonderful and peace-filled holiday season.


Sunday, December 22, 2013

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids)


-You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. 
-- Alan, age 10 


-No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with. 

-- Kristen, age 10
 


2.
 WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?
Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then. 

-- Camille, age 10
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3.
 HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED? 
You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. 

-- Derrick, age 8
 


4.
 WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON? 
Both don't want any more kids.
 
-- Lori, age 8
 


5. WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?
-Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough. 

-- Lynnette, age 8
 
(isn't she a treasure)


-On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date. 

-- Martin, age 10
 


6.
 WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE? 
-When they're rich. 

-- Pam, age 7


-The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that. 

- - Curt, age 7


-The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do. 

- - Howard, age 8
 


7.
 IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?
It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them. 

-- Anita, age 9
  (bless you child ) 


8.
 HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED? 
There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there? 

-- Kelvin, age 8
 

And the #1 Favorite is
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9.
 HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK? 
Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a dump truck. 

-- Ricky, age 10