Arabs - American Aces

The first ACE in the United States of America with Jets was Arab... think about it....

We as Americans are tuti fruit....

The More

The more you do the less you cant do the more you want the less you need the more you see the less you cant see the more  you hear the more you cant hear.

So it is a matter of more and less.  Then it is important to do less and get more!

Filthy Drinking Water Delivery Truck

Who would have guessed that this filthy truck was a delivery truck for water that somebody should drink.  I thought it was hilarious that such a manager of a bottled drinking water company would allow such a negative image to exist in his/her company.

The main reason I noticed this truck was because he cut me off.  I never used this water and I don't think I ever will.  I can only imagine how clean their factory is!

Lost - by Daphne

Amazing Sean wrote about Mom yesterday. I think about her every single night before I fall asleep.

Yesterday, well, the night before, was especially tough. I lost something important.

OnFriday
morning, I'd taken off Mom's turquoise ring to make somebiscuits for
breakfast. I thought I remembered putting it back on afterwashing my
hands.

In the evening, as we were getting ready to go to John's
tobarbecue some steaks, I noticed Mom's ring was no longer on my
hand.Yes, there were rings on my left hand, but no turquoise ring on
myright. In a panic, I checked the kitchen and the bathroom. Nothing.
Iwas sick to my stomach. Pretty sure I hadn't been outside since last
Isaw it, I figured Mom's turquoise ring had to be somewhere inside
thehouse.

We got home late, but before I went to bed I checked
and recheckedseveral places in the house for Mom's ring. I went to bed
feeling likea tiny hole had ripped in my heart because I'd lost a small
connectionto Mom.

Yesterday I spent hours retracing my steps
from the day before.Since I had cleaned house and organized the office,
there was a lot ofretracing to do. I checked the garbage can. I dug
through the recyclingbin. Catching sight of a vase of flowers reminded
me I had cut someyellow roses for the dining room table. I went outside
to search aroundthe rose bush.

Dennis helped me check, then
recheck everywhere. We went throughthe laundry basket, we picked
through the garbage and the recyclingonce again. I went upstairs and
checked my dresser and nightstand, thefloor, and under the bed. No ring.

Finally, in sheer desperation I whispered to myself, 'Come on, Mom. Help me.'

For some reason, I reached into the closet for the pants I had worn the day BEFORE I lost Mom's ring.

A penny fell from my pants pocket to the floor.

You
have to remember now, that I rarely carry money. The onlychange I ever
carry is what I call 'Mom's-thinking-of-me' coins. Theseare the coins I
pick up off the street when we're on our walks. Thatstarted the day Mom
died. Dennis and I were walking home from thefuneral home, and when I
found a penny on the sidewalk he said, 'Yourmom must be thinking of
you.'

The penny lay there on the bedroom carpet. 'Mom,' I
thought,'please help me find your ring.' I was panicky and feeling
distraught.

Iimmediately walked back to the hall closet, which I
had searchedseveral times already. Looking past the vacuum cleaner (I
had evenchecked its bag), I saw a white gift bag tied with curly pink
ribbon. Asilly retirement gift; a plastic princess tiara winked from
the bag.

With half a smile, I thought back to the day when Mom,
notunkindly, just matter-of-factly, told me I couldn't grow up to be
aprincess because we weren't a royal family. I was about 4. I
rememberfeeling sad. Not as sad, however, as I was feeling about losing
thering she gave me over 30 years ago when I was 21. The turquoise
ringMom's mother had given her when she was young.

Remembering I
had taken a piece of tissue paper from the bag towrap a Mexican plate
hand painted with green birds, I held my breath.Mom's favorite color
was green. At least it was the very first time Iasked. I recalled parts
of our conversation about green versus blue asa favorite color. I loved
blue sky and the blue of her turquoise ring.And the birds; Mom always
said that it was good luck to see the firstrobin because it meant that
spring would soon be here. Mexican art: ourfamily trip to Mexico in the
late 60s. Hand painting: Mom's love of artand creating things by hand.

It
takes much longer to retell my thoughts than they actuallyhappened. All
these memories flooded my heart in less time than it tookto pull the
gift bag toward me.

Beneath the tiara were sparkly pretend princess earrings. I pushed them aside.

At
the bottom of the bag, like miniature eggs in a robin's nest, Icaught
just a glimpse of the four turquoise stones on Mom's ring.

---- ----- -----

Mom'sstill
with us. Somehow. Maybe it's just the emotional connection wehave with
memories of the things she loved, but I truly believe thateven though
her body, and her pain, are gone, her spirit willalways surround us.


Love,
Daphne

THIS iS A TOUGH WORLD AND I AM IN THE THICK OF IT! SEAN

well here I AM,

I was trying to look up laird on the  Internet and found mom's 
obit's.Read them again,and again.It made me sad. Every day I think of
her, and I cant shake the feeling that she Is looking down on on me.I
remember ma ma In so many ways! I Miss her so much after all these
days.

I think of all the wonderful times that mom provided
me with.The fact of the matter is mom has alway's been my hero! I know
the rest of the family has been dissapointed with me, but mom was
forgiving, and I will always love her for that! I loved playing
scrabble with mom, and we always had a good time! yes I cheated a
little bit, but hey, mom was so much smarter then me, I needed an edge!

My own poll

Vote (here) for who you think will become The President of The United States...

What is Wisdom

People who listen a lot are ofter considered wise. People who don't talk a lot are considered wise. People who are old are considered wise, "presumably they have more experience". People who are rich and/or are famous are considered either LUCKY or WISE.

SO what is wisdom..... In my BRAVADO opinion.. It is POWER+SUCCESS.... If you manage to get power and succeed in whatever your objectives are, then you are considered to be wise. If a person proposed to a financially successful entity/person a NEW AND PROSPEROUS WAY OF LIFE (without undue effort) then they would expect so many operational details in order to make their assessment.

In the case of our assessment, there is no way to promote the idea that we were incompetent and slightly innacruate in tems as to what is required from him fore we bring building inspectifs.

Cupcake Poker

Cupcake Poker by Daphne Anne , Contest #200807

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With fingerprint in hand, Mama flung open the kitchen door. It hit the outside of the trailer house with a crash.

Both
of us looked up from where we were playing around in the dirt patch
that served as our front yard. Seeing Mama in the doorway with one hand
on her hip and the other holding a cupcake, my brother immediately hit
the brakes on our big red trike. Since I’d been riding shotgun behind
him, this abrupt jolt sent me toppling off the tricycle onto the hard
pan.

“Just WHICH one of you belongs to this FINGERPRINT?”

I
was puzzled. What Mama was holding looked like a cupcake to me. Mama
glared at me, at Chris, back at me, then finally at Chris.

“Before
my nap, there were twenty-four perfectly frosted cupcakes on the
kitchen table ready for tomorrow's bake sale.” She continued glaring.
Something about the confused look on my face caused her to focus the
investigation on my little brother. “Christopher Robbin! Did you leave
your fingerprint pressed into the top of every single one of my
twenty-four cupcakes?” 

Solemnly shaking his head he answered, “No, Mama, I didn’t leave fingerprints. Those’re thumbprints.”

Checked Out!

A library card is a like a magic ticket: €”you never know where it will take you!

My parent’s€™ words; A right of passage in our house was writing your name for the very first time, all by yourself, on your very own library card.

With one teacher’s salary and six kids, those library cards were our equivalent of the old Disneyland E-ticket. We rode those book adventures throughout the week, then came back for more the next Saturday afternoon.

Offering even more than books, the library became a work-study treasure trove; it paid most of my college tuition. What a dream job; being surrounded by books and the thoughts of thousands of writers.

Looking out the window on the first day of summer school, I noticed that across the courtyard from my classroom was the library. This sixth grade teacher went right over and checked out something that caught my eye . . . the librarian!

How many librarians do you know who were born in a public library? I was fascinated. Found out later that the building was a hospital before it was a library, but it made a good story.

Magic or not, that’s where I found my own true love. I checked him out, €”never returned him and that was 26 years ago!

Daphne Richardson