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Monday, May 30, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
REMEMBER Several weeks ago Rivrdog sent an email to me with the admonition "Terrific Tribute! You won't have a dry eye either." He was so right. I saved this for a Memorial Weekend post, in case it didn't get wide exposure. So far, I haven't seen it anywhere. This beautiful, from the heart piece says much more than I could ever put into words. Please see it here and turn up your speakers to hear the inspiring musical background. And yes, "You won't have a dry eye either." Another event, song, and MAN to be remembered. Nobody does it better. Thursday, May 26, 2005
CLEAN UP DAY Tossing stuff out - in no particular order Nominated as the best short joke of the year : A three-year-old little boy was examining his testicles while taking a bath. "Mommy ," he asked, "Are these my brains?" Mother answered, "Not yet, dear." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do men's hearts beat faster, they go weak in the knees, get dry throats and think irrationally when a woman wears leather clothing? BECAUSE SHE SMELLS LIKE A NEW TRUCK !!! She who hesitates has lost! ------------------------------------------------------- According to Snopes --------------------------------------------------------- Attention Lucy: This is amazing! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- THINGS THAT HALLMARK CARDS DON'T SAY //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// My tire was thumping. I thought it was flat When I looked at the tire... I noticed your cat. Sorry! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heard your wife left you, How upset you must be. But don't fret about it... She moved in with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Looking back over the years that we've been together, I can't help but wonder... "What the hell was I thinking?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Congratulations on your wedding day! Too bad no one likes your husband. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How could two people as beautiful as you Have such an ugly baby? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love. After having met you .. I've changed my mind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I must admit, you brought Religion into my life. I never believed in Hell until I met you. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am... That you're not here to ruin it for me. #################################################### Congratulations on your promotion. Before you go... Would you like to take this knife out of my back? You'll probably need it again. *************************************************** Happy Birthday, Uncle Dad! (Available only in Tennessee, Kentucky & West Virginia) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Birthday! You look great for your age. Almost Lifelike! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When we were together, you always said you'd die for me. Now that we've broken up, I think it's time you kept your promise. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// We have been friends for a very long time .. Let's say we stop? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here. ===================================================== Congratulations on your new bundle of joy. Did you ever find out who the father was? %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Your friends and I wanted to do something special for your birthday. So we're having you put to sleep. )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) So your daughter's a hooker, and it spoiled your day. Look at the bright side, it's really good pay. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ADMIRABLE ADMIRAL A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included admirals from the U.S., English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a reception, he found himself standing with a group of half dozen or so officers that included personnel from most of the countries. Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks, but a French admiral suddenly complained that whereas Europeans learn many languages, Americans learn only English. He then asked: "Why is it that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking French?" Without hesitating, the American Admiral replied: "Maybe it's because the Brits, Canadians, Aussies and Americans arranged it so you wouldn't have to speak German." Suddenly the group became very quiet... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SOMEONE BLESS AMERICA Someone or something powerful bless America, Land that I, along with many people of other wonderful races, love. Stand (or sit if handicapped) beside her, him, or it, and guide her, him, or it Thru the night with a light from not necessarily above. From the mountains, to the prairies, To the oceans, white or another color - maybe even rainbow - with foam. Someone or something powerful bless America, My home sweet (but sugar-free) home. Wednesday, May 18, 2005
AND ANOTHER THING (or 2) PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< Please! PLEASE!! Don't miss this one: Europe Unites in Hatred of French. And not a single American was polled! >^..^< Black Five's Major Mathew Schram's Memorial Day says a lot about Newsweek. A MUST read. >^..^< Laughing Wolf says don't forget the tape and sign the petition. >^..^< Sure hope this is just a sabbatical. Matt will be missed. >^..^< The Cajun recommends Fred's take on poverty. >^..^< Don't go here unless you're looking for something nice. INCOMING Thanks to the What's Up Down South gal for this one Dear Diary, For my fiftieth birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my college football team 30 yrs ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. Called the club and made my reservation with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26 yr old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress. MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00am. Tough to get out of bed, but it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She was something of a Greek goddess -- with blonde hair,dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!!!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. She took my pulse after 5 minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attributed it to standing next to her in her Lycra aerobics outfit. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring, Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!! TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air, and then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me. WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too. THURSDAY: Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the men's room.. She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank. FRIDAY: I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there were a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps. And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the *&%#(#&**!!@*@ barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? SATURDAY: Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel. SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year, my wife, will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a vasectomy. A few days ago a preeminent blogger remarked about another blogger "He doesn't blog. He links and pastes." If the pronoun had been "she", I would have thought I had made it to the big time!! Certainly, the blogging record here at Indigo has been abominable for original writing over the last several months. (Sick and all that, waaaaaaa.) I worry every single day that I will receive notice from Blogspot that I have been fired! In case this is your first visit to Indigo Insights, I'll recapitulate what has been posted here several times: This blog was started for friends and family, not to gain favor with blogging critics. Along the way, a few other bloggers happened by and became semi-regular readers. I welcome every one. But I have not and will not cave to popular opinion standards of what constitutes a proper blog. I'm bigger on boring than on shock value; heavier on humor than on hate writing; less adroit on criticism than on courtesy. SO THERE. With that preamble, allow me to do what I do best: MY LYNX!! PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< James Taranto has a little different slant on the Time FUBAR than the Sailor, the ObDrop Guy (with language warning), Greene Thoughts, Wizbang, The Boiling Point. Laughing Wolf (linking Baldilocks and Acidman - a good double whammy), Ramblings' Journal, MamaMontezz and Jennifer Martinez , to mention just a few. Plenty more if you look for 'em. >^..^< Two admirable ladies post heroic blogs about the very misunderstood bipolar disorder. Here and here. >^..^< Now we know what the Norwegian army was doing during WW2. They were REHEARSING!!! (thanx Jen) AND PASTIES INCOMING from Phantom of the Mountains [The Phantom meant well, but Urban Legends says NOT! Good read tho.] Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice. Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world. Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity. Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them. Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes andlistening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life. Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one. SUNDAY SCHOOL Lot's Wife The Sunday School teacher was describing how Lot's wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt, when little Johnny interrupted, "My Mummy looked back once, while she was DRIVING," he announced triumphantly, "and she turned into a telephone pole!" The Good Samaritan A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan, in which a man was beaten, robbed and left for dead. She described the situation in vivid detail so her students would catch the drama. Then, she asked the class, "If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?" A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, "I think I'd throw up." Monday, May 16, 2005
It seems weekends have evolved into blog-reading-catch-up time for me. There's time to go through my blogroll to see what I missed that some of my favorites wrote during the week. What amazes me is that they are so thorough in their own individual blog-reading. Where do they find the time to do all that reading and still be prolific posters? Television is not my friend. I can't even name the tv shows that have stayed on for years (known as "hits") and then go off without me ever seeing one single episode. If History Channel or National Geographic have nothing new or worth watching again, I spend my evenings surfing the net for thought-provoking material. Books are not an option now due to the cataract, and I truly think I'd die of boredom without the internet and my puter-pals. So even though it's not Thanksgiving, I'm using this post to give a resounding "thank you" to all the interesting people and faithful writers to whom I owe a debt of gratitude. Death by ennui is not a pleasant prospect, and you have saved me over and over again. Your personal emails and telephone calls are the icing on the cake and I especially thank you for them. You know who you are. You're my special puter-pals and one or more of you make my day every single day. Just wanted to say that. So there. INCOMING from Kirsten, Greenville, NC TO GOD FROM THE DOG Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another? Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story? Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"? Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog? Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand? Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please. Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize? Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember - to be a good dog. 1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up. 2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell. 3. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.. neither are Mom and Dad's laps. 4. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff. 5. My head does not belong in the refrigerator. 6. I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration. 7. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet. 8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table. 9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after. 10. I will not throw up in the car. 11. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt. 12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing. And, finally, my last question . . . Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back? Saturday, May 14, 2005
>^..^<™ >^..^< Chuck says 103 days and still no Form SF180. I didn't check the calendar. >^..^< Good news from the Sailor on 2nd Lt.Ilario Pantano's case. >^..^< Interesting facts on Congressional junkets over at Wizbang >^..^< Savannah Sam is gaining in the contest. Go give her a vote and help her win the prize money because she needs to take her dog to the vet but she's broke! A link on your blog couldn't hurt either. Do it for the puppies. SUNDAY SCHOOL Elijah The Sunday school teacher was carefully explaining the story of Elijah the Prophet and the false prophets of Baal. She explained how Elijah built the altar, put wood upon it, cut the steer in pieces, and laid it upon the altar. And then, Elijah commanded the people of God to fill four barrels of water and pour it over the altar. Hehad them do this four times."Now," said the teacher, "can anyone in the class tell me why the Lord would have Elijah pour water over the steer on the altar?" A little girl in the back of the room started waving her hand, "I know!!!!! I know!" she said, "To make the gravy!" INCOMING from Christina, Swansboro, NC If you receive an email with the subject "Bedtimes", DELETE IT IMMEDIATELY......Do not open it! Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. It demagnetizes the strips on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play. It will program your phone auto dial to call only 0898 numbers. This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank. It will cause your toilet to flush while you are showering. It will drink ALL your beer. FOR GOD'S SAKE, ARE YOU LISTENING?? It will leave dirty underwear on the coffee table when you are expecting company. It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine. If the "Bedtimes" message opens in a Windows XP environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub. It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk. WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN. Friday, May 13, 2005
PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< Savannah Sam is gaining in the contest. Third place now. Go give her a vote and help her win the prize money because she needs to take her dog to the vet but is broke! Please! A link on your blog couldn't hurt either. Do it for the puppies. >^..^< Jennifer Martinez says: Here's a nice little mind boggling piece to make your day: U.S. Border Patrol agents have been ordered not to arrest illegal aliens along the section of the Arizona border where protesters patrolled last month because an increase in apprehensions there would prove the effectiveness of Minuteman volunteers, The Washington Times has learned. More than a dozen agents, all of whom asked not to be identified for fear of retribution, said orders relayed by Border Patrol supervisors at the Naco, Ariz., station made it clear that arrests were "not to go up" along the 23-mile section of border that the volunteers monitored to protest illegal immigration. Yo Al Queerda!! Did ya hear that? You are cleared through a 23 mile stretch on the AZ - Mexico "border." Come in anytime, no one will stop you. [Indigo: Incidentally, I don't know what happened to the Minuteman webpage I linked Wednesday. It just stopped linking. Another conspiracy maybe?] >^..^< Are You a Republican? (You may be as surprised as I was.) Apologies to the fine person from whom I got this link for forgetting him/her. I'm sure he or she is in the blogroll at left, tho. Happy hunting! >^..^< Here's the latest thing I don't understand. >^..^< Bored? Trying to stay awake? Need to kill some time? See here because I won't be telling my story about the people who said they were "on my side" -- but really were not. Attention Attorneys: Possible class action here. Wednesday, May 11, 2005
"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they are okay, then it's you." --Rita Mae Brown That's the best intro I could think of for today's post - which obviously is not a legitimate blog. I may or may not post further on the events of the past several days that have kept me away from the keyboard. It will entail changing computers and going through the mailing back and forth between the two, and I'm not up to the hassle right now. In case you're interested, current information, contact addresses, and articles on the Minutemen can be found on their webpage here. Monday, May 09, 2005
INCOMING from Old Bob, Kinston, NC NEW ELEMENT A major research institution has recently announced the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element has been named "Governmentium." Governmentium has 1 neutron, 12 assistant neutrons, 75 deputy neutrons, and 11 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312. These particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons. Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected, as it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A minute amount of Governmentium causes 1 reaction to take over 4 days to complete, when it would normally take less than a second. GOVERNMENTIUM has a normal 1/2-life of 4 years; it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes. This characteristic of moron-promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a certain quantity in concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as "Critical Morass." When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium - an element which radiates just as much energy, since it has 1/2 as many peons but twice as many morons. SENIOR MOMENTS A man was telling his neighbor, "I just bought a new hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it's state of the art. It's perfect." "Really," answered the neighbor. "What kind is it?" "Twelve thirty." CONTROLLED CACHINNATION A young Nun who worked for a local home health care agency was out making her rounds when she ran out of gas. As luck would have it there was a gas station just one block away. She walked to the station to borrow a can with enough gas to start the car and drive to the station for a fill up. The attendant regretfully told her that the only gas can he owned had just been loaned out, but if she would care to wait he was sure it would be back shortly.Since the nun was on the way to see a patient she decided not to wait and walked back to her car. After looking through her car for something to carry to the station to fill with gas, she spotted a bedpan she was taking to the patient. Always resourceful, she carried it to the station, filled it with gasoline, and carried it back to her car. As she was pouring the gas into the tank of her car two men watched her from across the street. One of them turned to the other and said: "If that car starts, I'll become a Catholic for the rest of my life!" ASININE PONDERABLES Author unknown -- Carlin or Wright are suspected Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat? When your photo is taken for your driver's license, why do they tell you to smile? If you are stopped by the police and asked for your license, are you going to be smiling? If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him? Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane? Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is? Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs! Is Disney World the only people trap operated by a mouse? Sunday, May 08, 2005
FOR MOTHERS This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it. This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time ." This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated! For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. Saturday, May 07, 2005
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY WEEKEND to all you Motherbloggers out there. Wishing breakfast in bed for the following gals from my blogroll at left: Accidental Verbosity Boudicca's Voice Da Goddess Feisty Repartee Gone South Jennifer Martinez Key Issues Mamamontezz Margi Lowry Michele Malkin Moonmeadow Farm One Happy Dog Speaks Sleepless Mind The Dirty Ashtray What's Up Down South Yorkie Blog WHAT MAKES A GOOD MOTHER ANYWAY? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray. Friday, May 06, 2005
>^..^<™ Hey Bandit! This one's for you. >^..^<™ Did you get the email? It was making the rounds. Snopes said it was real and supplied pictures that LOOKED real. The USMC substantiated. MOTHER'S DAY WARM-UP Timmy was a little five year old boy whose Mom loved him very much, and being a worrier, she was concerned about his walking to school when he started Kindergarten. She walked him to school the first couple of days,but at the end of the week, he came home from school and told his mother that he did not want her walking him to school everyday. He wanted to be like the "big boys" he protested loudly. So she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor, Mrs. Goodnest, if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he pobably wouldn't notice her. Mrs. Goodnest said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed The next school day, Mrs. Goodnest and her little girl, Marcy, set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor boy he knew. She did this for the whole week. As the boys walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week. Finally he said to Timmy, "Have you noticed that lady following us to school all week? Do you know her?" Timmy nonchalantly replied, "Yeah, I know who she is." The friend said, "Well, who is she?" "That's just Shirley Goodnest" Timmy replied, "and her daughter Marcy." "Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is she following us?" "Well", Timmy explained, "every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much. And in the psalm, it says 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life,' so I guess I'll just have to get used to it!" Wednesday, May 04, 2005
ANOTHER BLOGSON REACHES 10,000 Congratulations, GOC of Winston Salem, on the milestone and on your tenacity. Lucky for the rest of us, you dang Marines just refuse to let anything beat you! I take one little morning for a medical appointment and the meter runneth over. Great news when I got back tho. Also while I was out of town for the mammogram, Carolyn (my house guest) left a note and went home. After I emailed her, it occurred to me that the email to her would explain my absence today to anyone else who may have wondered. But why should I type it twice? Ergo, here's what I do best: copy and paste!!! Dear Carolyn: Sorry I missed your departure and couldn't tell you goodbye. But you were absolutely correct in the note you left. The "Wreck of the Hesperus" comes to mind! The "Imaging Center" is a newly opened, state-of-the-art x-ray, mammogram, MRI, CAT scan - you name it - facility far beyond Madame Curie's wildest dreams. I think it just opened last week. In other words, close enough to Heartbreak Ridge status to remind me immediately of Clint Eastwood's famous quotation!!! The waiting/reception area had three to four dozen patients waiting when I got there and the morning went downhill from then on. Several of the not-so-patient patients were getting a bit surly. Some had already waited an hour or more. The staff members were endeavoring to keep pleasant demeanors under great duress, but they were obviously wearing thin too. So there I sat for over an hour, as Tammy read her book. A couple of people had already checked out, saying they couldn't wait any longer and would reschedule. That sounded like a good idea to me because by that time, body parts other than those I was there for were wearing out! Just as I was about to approach the still-nice-but-hassled lady behind the magic glass window and give my regrets, another head came through yet another door and announced "Mrs. Indigo!" This was an obviously stressed out young lady doing her best to overcome. She kindly offered to get a wheelchair for me, but I told her I would do fine with my cane. So she said she would take some necessary additional information standing right there beside me with her clipboard, rather than have me walk to a temporary holding tank. I told her that would be fine and she could put it in my file for when I returned for my rescheduled appointment. Then the conversation went like this: SHE: Oh, you don't need to reschedule. You're next! ME: Are you sure? SHE: Yes. You're the next one up. ME: For real? SHE: Yes, and once you're back there it'll only take five minutes. ME: Do you promise? SHE: Depending on how fast you can take your clothes off. ME: That won't hold us up. I used to be a stripper. (and the audience went wild!! You would have been proud of me and impressed with my self censorship. And that was how it went on the Crystal Coast today! See you next week. Indigo Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Brooklyn renames street for hero of Operation Iraqi Freedom Submitted by: New York City Public Affairs Story Identification #: 2005429102256 Story by Sgt. Beth Zimmerman The corner of Bushwick Avenue and Pilling Street in Brooklyn were renamed in honor of Lance Cpl. William White in June of 2004. White died while he was deployed in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. "Marine Lance Corporal William Wayne White Street" is the most recent New York City street renamed in honor of a Marine. The corner of Corbin Place and Oriental Boulevard in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, will be renamed, "Heroes of Operation Iraqi Freedom" to honor those who have fought and are currently fighting the war on terrorism. The street renaming ceremony in Brighton Beach will take place May 5. Read entire article here. PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< May 21 is Armed Forces Day. Posters may be ordered. H/T to Chuck at YBMY. >^..^< A Sailor in the Desert is celebrating his 10,000th viewer. Congrats, Sailor. >^..^< What's going on in my backyard? See here. Thanks, Marines! >^..^< indigoinsights [at] hotmail [dot] com >^..^< Reminder from Jen Martinez via Dexter Lehtinen's article: Jane Fonda in Wonderland. AND FROM SGT GRIT: I CAN'T SAY I WAS CHESTY PULLER - - - - - - To All who shall see these presents, Greetings: All good war stories can, must & will begin the same.......Say it with me, my Brothers...."Now This Ain't No Sh!t!" I am a Viet Vet and like many others was treated badly upon return to "The World." On the streets of Baltimore walking with a cane, I was spit on by a young "LADY" who called me a baby killer.(I have always wondered if that came from a movie or was it S. O. P. for civilians?) Her boyfriend & others soon had me on the pavement turtled up to protect myself. I went down swinging. I can't say I was "Chesty Puller" but those long hairs knew they had been in it. When I had done my best, I was forced to turtle up. Now we come to it. The SEMPER FIDELIS of our story...... The two sweetest sounds I have ever heard. 1. A shotgun blast 2. The firm voice of my older Marine brother: "The next son-of-a B!tch that lays hand, foot or drop of spit upon my little Marine brother dies in his tracks." I was taken inside; he & his wife tended wounds to body & soul. When the cops showed up, denials of the incident & firearm were accepted by a young cop, whom the lady of the house said had a "HIGH & TIGHT." They gave me a beer & a ten-spot. I was also given a promise of help, comfort & friendship at their home for as long as they lived. "Young Marine, this is all you need to know, THIS Old Marine loves you." They were my friends for about 2 years until I came back to my hometown. Like I was told at MCRD San Diego: "Wherever you go in this world & life you will find other Marines who will help you on your way. They are your brothers, comrades in arms, life & death. They will care for & keep you as you will also do for them & others. This is our sacred bond & duty to our brothers." Do they still give this speech? Those events happened in 1969 Today I live in Flint Michigan. Still walking with a cane, I will always & ever remember the kindness of my older Marine brother. I hold doors for others and remind them that "GOOD MANNERS YET LIVE." (I got that from my Senior Drill Instructor, in his talk on setting a Marine example.) I always buy a Marine whatever he is drinking at the bar. I have on a number of occasions given $10 bills to young Marines in need of gas or groceries. On those occasions when I repay that good Marine deed of 1969; I always get choked up when I quote those good words. "Young Marine, this is all you need to know, THIS Old Marine loves you." I would like to hear of other personal traditions. Whatever traditions you have pass them on. We are Unique. The few, the proud, the Marines. Don Ryan SENIOR MOMENT Hospital regulations require a wheelchair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital. After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him. "I don't know," he said. "She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown." Oh Well. . . . ASININE PONDERABLES Author unknown -- Carlin or Wright are suspected Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? If a 911 operator has a heart attack, whom does he/she call? Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural? Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup? If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly thgs here, and drink whatever comes out!" Sunday, May 01, 2005
CAT'S PRAYER Although I am too proud to beg, and may appear to be a very independent creature, I ask for your loving care and attention. I rely on you for my well being much more than you may realize. This I promise you, my benefactor, that I will not be a burden on you nor will I demand more of you than you care to give. I will be a quiet peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon; a soft soothing body to caress, and I shall purr with pleasure to rest your weary ears. Since I am a gourmet who appreciates different taste sensations, I pray you will give me a variety of nutritious foods and fresh water daily. You know dear friend, how I love to go. Allow me, I pray, a warm sheltered place where I can rest peacefully and feel secure. If I am wounded in battle or suffering from disease, please tend me gently, and see that I am treated by loving and competent hands. Please protect me from the inhuman humans who would hurt and torture me for their own amusement. I am accustomed to your gentle touch and am not always suspicious nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts. In my later years when my senses fail me and my infirmities become too great to bear, allow me the comfort and dignity that I desire for my closing days and help me gently in my pain or passing. Hear this prayer, my dear friend, my fate depends on you. *author unknown |