Monday, August 31, 2015

It does one well . . .


. . . to dwell on life from the viewpoint of an ant.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Does Hair Dye Cause Brain Damage or Make One Stupid? Ha Ha

Those wonderful blondes!
 
A blonde heard that baths in milk would make her beautiful.

She left a note for her milkman to leave 25 gallons of milk. When the milkman read the note, he felt t

there must be a mistake. He thought she probably meant 2.5 gallons.

So he knocked on the door to clarify the point. The blonde came to the door and the milkman said, "I

found your note asking me to leave 25 gallons of milk. Did you mean 2.5 gallons?"

The blonde said, "No, I want 25 gallons. I'm going to fill my bathtub up with milk and take a milk bath
so I can look young and beautiful again."

The milkman asked, "Do you want it pasteurized?"

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The blonde said, "No, just up to my tits. I can splash it on my eyes."

Often Butting In Brings Worse Problems

With no DEA in sight, Bolivia keeps reducing coca fields


    › Bolivia   
    › Instituto Manquehue   
    › 24 August 2015

Drug dealing now represents less than 1% of the Andean country's GDP, in a sustained reduction ever since the expulsion of the United States DEA agency.

- See more at: http://en.institutomanquehue.org/countries/bolivia/with-no-dea-in-sight,-bolivia-keeps-reducing-coca-crops.html#sthash.h6ebszX8.dpuf

This goes to show...!  

Friday, August 21, 2015

We, The World, Talk Too Much



"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips,
and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space,
that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought
reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place,
let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more."

- Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet- On Talking"

Can we even, ever think when we are so involved in talking?  When talking, our attention is diverted and mainly focused on what we have to say.   How many times over the past years have I escaped, by a hair's breadth, injury or even annihilation at the hands of someone on a damned cell phone, attempting to maneuver through TRAFFIC!

It is beyond time that some changes in rulings occur....
 or do we have to wait for many further injuries and deaths before someone, whoever that is, to change the ways of now?

Then there are the encounters with those idiots using cell phones, who walk right into you or bash you with a cart, seemingly totally unaware of others moving about in the same small space.  True rude.

So many are on extremely big Ego trips, when constantly going about with one arm raised and hand to their ear,  attempting to project:  "I'm IMPORTANT".


  

Revised - My Stand Regarding politics

I’m a Political-atheist! and intend to stay there until they change tactics for the betterment of our world and not for their self-betterment.  Compensation is necessary but "OM", how much is necessary?


A Place to Go

http://www.sacred-texts.com/index.htm

Monday, August 17, 2015

Hi, Sami Here

Dear Acquaintances,

In six days I will be eight months old.  Today I learned how to hike the leg - whoopee!  I'm just like Choco now...and Charly, of course.  Charly knew how to hike a leg almost at birth!

I only weigh 2 lb., white as snow, with a touch of caramel BUT I am becoming a Big Boy very shortly;  never you doubt.  Practicing a lot on Choco, beginning my first day here, has helped my progress greatly.  Then I only weighed 8 ounces.   All I can yap today is  "Lucy, you better run away fast"

Oh, oh, oh, I am so excited!  I learned to bark this week and guess what.  I sound exactly like Lucy, my mom says.   Except for the cadence.  She Yorkie-yaps; my bark is dignified and paced per need.  Birds put me in a frenzy though.  I heard Poodles are very intelligent;  I am smart... smart as a whip...my mom often questions this when I look at her and won't even blink. 

Today I am very adept in the game of  "Shredding".  Uh, Uh, I gotta go,  I see mom, mom will kill me for pawing on all these buttons. Maybe I should keep my game a secret. 
Bye now.  Nice to meet you.

Love,
Sami,
Mom's boy Toy Poodle