<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348</id><updated>2012-02-18T07:43:47.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Rainbow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-15493129705770216</id><published>2011-01-09T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:58:45.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Step Program for those thinking of having kids</title><content type='html'>Lesson 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;2. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go home.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick up the paper.&lt;br /&gt;5. Read it for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who already are parents and berate them about their...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Methods of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lack of patience.&lt;br /&gt;3. Appallingly low tolerance levels.&lt;br /&gt;4. Allowing their children to run wild.&lt;br /&gt;5. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child's breastfeeding, sleep habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it because it will be the last time in your life you will have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really good way to discover how the nights might feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get home from work and immediately begin walking around the living room from 5PM to 10PM carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly. (Eat cold food with one hand for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;2. At 10PM, put the bag gently down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1AM.&lt;br /&gt;4. Set the alarm for 3AM.&lt;br /&gt;5. As you can't get back to sleep, get up at 2AM and make a drink and watch an infomercial.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to bed at 2:45AM.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get up at 3AM when the alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sing songs quietly in the dark until 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get up. Make breakfast. Get ready for work and go to work (work hard and be productive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat steps 1-9 each night. Keep this up for 3-5 years. Look cheerful and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand the mess children make? To find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stick your fingers in the flower bed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then rub them on the clean walls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Take your favorite book, photo album, etc. Wreck it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spill milk on your new pillows. Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time allowed for this - all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the BMW and buy a mini-van. And don't think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don't look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a dime. Stick it in the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a family size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seat. Sprinkle cheerios all over the floor, then smash them with your foot.&lt;br /&gt;4. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the local grocery store. Take with you the closest thing you can find to a pre-school child. (A full-grown goat is an excellent choice). If you intend to have more than one child, then definitely take more than one goat. Buy your week's groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goat eats or destroys. Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hollow out a melon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a small hole in the side.&lt;br /&gt;3. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;4. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;5. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tip half into your lap. The other half, just throw up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now ready to feed a nine- month-old baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn the names of every character from Sesame Street , Barney, Disney, the Teletubbies, and Pokemon. Watch nothing else on TV but PBS, the Disney channel or Noggin for at least five years. (I know, you're thinking What's 'Noggin'?) Exactly the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a recording of Fran Drescher saying 'mommy' repeatedly. (Important: no more than a four second delay between each 'mommy'; occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet is required). Play this tape in your car everywhere you go for the next four years. You are now ready to take a long trip with a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start talking to an adult of your choice. Have someone else continually tug on your skirt hem, shirt- sleeve, or elbow while playing the 'mommy' tape made from Lesson 10 above. You are now ready to have a conversation with an adult while there is a child in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all very tongue in cheek; anyone who is parent will say 'it's all worth it!' Share it with your friends, both those who do and don't have kids. I guarantee they'll get a chuckle out of it. 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-2037148008756460685</id><published>2009-05-09T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:25:47.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SgWuaRba3XI/AAAAAAAAC0o/7-GLtN_2_So/s1600-h/sn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333861100068461938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SgWuaRba3XI/AAAAAAAAC0o/7-GLtN_2_So/s400/sn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me. I was maybe 2 1/2 years old and had just recovered from an accident. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of "tea," which was just water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was "just the cutest thing!" My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up. Then she says, (as only a mother would know...)"Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-2037148008756460685?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2037148008756460685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=2037148008756460685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2037148008756460685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2037148008756460685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/cup-of-tea.html' title='Cup of Tea'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SgWuaRba3XI/AAAAAAAAC0o/7-GLtN_2_So/s72-c/sn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5304385944347354535</id><published>2009-05-09T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:23:15.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You Enough</title><content type='html'>Recently I overheard a mother &amp; daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing near the security gate, they hugged &amp; the mother said, 'I love you, &amp; I wish you enough.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kissed &amp; the daughter left.. The mother walked over t o the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted &amp; needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am old, &amp; ; she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead &amp; the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, &amp; she smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even mo re. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive &amp; everlasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then began to cry &amp; walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5304385944347354535?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5304385944347354535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5304385944347354535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5304385944347354535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5304385944347354535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I Wish You Enough'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-3775665432259846468</id><published>2009-05-09T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:21:56.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE</title><content type='html'>A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a youth she's content to leave behind.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . one friend who always makes her laugh.. and one who lets her cry.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a feeling of control over her destiny.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to fall in love without losing herself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to live alone.... even if she doesn't like it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go.... be it to her best friend's kitchen table.. or a charming  Inn  in the woods... when her soul needs soothing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... What she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND REMEMBER: GOOD FRIENDS ARE LIKE STARS. YOU DON'T ALWAYS SEE THEM, BUT YOU ALWAYS KNOW THEY ARE THERE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-3775665432259846468?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3775665432259846468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=3775665432259846468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3775665432259846468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3775665432259846468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/woman-should-have.html' title='A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5434977201460079614</id><published>2009-05-09T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:18:44.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Butt</title><content type='html'>It was this little girl's first day of school, and the teacher asked her what her name was. She replied, 'Happy Butt ..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, 'Honey I don't think that's your name. You need to go to the principal's office and get this straightened out'. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So she went to the principal's office and he asked, 'What's your name?' And the little girl said, 'Happy Butt.' The principal called the girl's mother to get this straightened out once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting off the phone, he looked at the little girl and said, 'Honey, your name is Gladys, not Happy Butt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinning from ear to ear, the girl then exclaimed, 'Glad Ass, Happy Butt, what's the difference?!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5434977201460079614?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5434977201460079614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5434977201460079614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8607272210825677081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8607272210825677081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-critters-8.html' title='Cute Critters 8'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-6385344034195692964</id><published>2009-03-14T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:56:42.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitty and the Birdie</title><content type='html'>Friendship isn't about who you have known the longest....but about who came and never left your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4445334d6a41314e773d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: The kitty and the birdie" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4445334d6a41314e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" 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href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/kitty-and-birdie.html' title='The Kitty and the Birdie'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5391242183715747907</id><published>2009-03-14T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:49:53.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom of the Aged</title><content type='html'>I  would  never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for  less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder  to  myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so  avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too  many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's  &amp;70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love... I  will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am  sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the  years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and  sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my  youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people  think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be  wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I  will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like  it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOU ALWAYS  HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!  &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5391242183715747907?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5391242183715747907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5391242183715747907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5391242183715747907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5391242183715747907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/wisdom-of-aged.html' title='Wisdom of the Aged'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-7968989845876617424</id><published>2009-03-14T10:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:44:57.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I be when I grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4445334d5467354d413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: What will I be?" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4445334d5467354d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7968989845876617424?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7968989845876617424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7968989845876617424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7968989845876617424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7968989845876617424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-will-i-be-when-i-grow-up_14.html' title='What will I be when I grow up?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8732855281370821116</id><published>2009-03-14T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:36:09.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out. Both were very faithful and loving wives, however they had gotten over-enthusiastic on the Bacardi Breezers.  Incredibly drunk and walking home they needed to pee, so they stopped in the cemetery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off her panties and use them.  Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them.  She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe with that. After the girls did their business they proceeded to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day one of the woman's husband was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said: 'These girl nights out have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst. .. my wife came home with no panties!!' 'That's nothing' said the other husband, 'Mine came back with a card stuck to her ass that said.....  'From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8732855281370821116?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8732855281370821116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8732855281370821116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8732855281370821116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8732855281370821116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-914529728280618329</id><published>2009-03-14T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:28:52.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Place Right Time 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4445334d5459324e773d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Right Place Right Time 3" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4445334d5459324e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-914529728280618329?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/914529728280618329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=914529728280618329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/914529728280618329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/914529728280618329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-place-right-time-3.html' title='Right Place Right Time 3'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-7300554788885606164</id><published>2009-03-14T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:14:55.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to the Editor</title><content type='html'>Wow what a letter to the editor.  Thumbs up for New Brunswick.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I  would hate to hear her answer if someone said to her  "Now tell us what you really think!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by a  Canadian woman, but oh&lt;br /&gt;how it also applies to  the U.S. , U.K. and Australia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THIS  ONE PACKS A FIRM PUNCH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is a woman who  should run for Prime&lt;br /&gt;Minister!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Written  by a housewife in New Brunswick, to her local newspaper. This is one ticked off  lady.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001 and have continually threatened to do so since? Were people from all over the world, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown  Manhattan, across the Potomac from &lt;br /&gt;the nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I'm  supposed to care that a few Taliban were claiming to be tortured by a justice system of the nation they come from and are fighting against in a brutal insurgency.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll start caring  when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere belief of which is a crime punishable by beheading in Afghanistan &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll care when the cowardly so-called 'insurgents' in Afghanistan come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting  their own religion by hiding in mosques and behind women and children.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll care when the mindless zealots who blows themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll care when the Canadian media stops pretending that their freedom of speech on stories is more important than the lives of the soldiers on the ground or their families waiting at home to hear about them when something happens.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, when I hear a story about a CANADIAN soldier roughing up an Insurgent terrorist to obtain information, know this:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and 'fed special' food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled 'Koran' and other times 'Quran.' Well, Jimmy Crack Corn you guessed it,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't care!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One last thought for the  day:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Only five defining forces have ever  offered to die for  you:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              1. Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              2. The Canadian Soldier.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              3. The British Soldier.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              4. The US Soldier, and&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              5.. The Australian Soldier&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              One died for your soul, the other 4 for  your freedom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7300554788885606164?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7300554788885606164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7300554788885606164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7300554788885606164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7300554788885606164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-editor.html' title='Letter to the Editor'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-2060858643268184139</id><published>2009-03-14T09:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:48:52.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAXINE- TWENTY EIGHT LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDKhcQtvI/AAAAAAAACzA/L4ZgEaX5WIo/s1600-h/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054770956646130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDKhcQtvI/AAAAAAAACzA/L4ZgEaX5WIo/s400/a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1... My husband and I divorced over religious differences- He thought he was God and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2... I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3... Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4... I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5... Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054951173303618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDVAzQrUI/AAAAAAAACzw/YaREY6yZOpI/s400/g.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6... You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7... Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8... Earth is the insane asylum for the universe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9... I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054946637233362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDUv5xvNI/AAAAAAAACzo/a9LWNUqPUZg/s400/f.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.. God must love stupid people; He made so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054784891019682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDLVWeYaI/AAAAAAAACzg/ODI1qwWNS8A/s400/e.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.. Being 'over the hill' is much better than being under it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.. Procrastinate Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.. A hangover is the wrath of grapes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054787257139762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDLeKmgjI/AAAAAAAACzY/HLcD57IjwuA/s400/d.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23..They call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.. He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless DEAD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054784930914114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDLVf_H0I/AAAAAAAACzQ/MXktLPOQSEI/s400/c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.. A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three&lt;br /&gt;thousand times the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26..Ham and eggs...A day's work for a chicken,a lifetime commitment for a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.. The trouble with life is there's no background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.. I smile because I don't know what the heck is going on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054780633085394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDLFfTddI/AAAAAAAACzI/0v_xB52UD9c/s400/b.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short and friends are too few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-2060858643268184139?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2060858643268184139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=2060858643268184139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2060858643268184139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2060858643268184139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/maxine-twenty-eight-lines-to-make-you.html' title='MAXINE- TWENTY EIGHT LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvDKhcQtvI/AAAAAAAACzA/L4ZgEaX5WIo/s72-c/a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-2806158565001406785</id><published>2009-03-14T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:37:23.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness at Work</title><content type='html'>NOTICE TO ALL EMPLOYEES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All personnel will now be required to look happy while working. Company-approved supplies will be provided to each employee at cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workloads getting to you?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling stressed?&lt;br /&gt;Too many priorities and assignments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the new low-cost, company-approved solution to cope with multiple priorities and assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each employee will be supplied 2 paper clips and rubber bands. (See Fig 1.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fig 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313051851136303026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvAgkQ1_7I/AAAAAAAACyo/fsjsoXIUlwI/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assemble items as shown in Fig 2.&lt;br /&gt;Fig 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313051859267697554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvAhCjhO5I/AAAAAAAACyw/uafXzSLVcFE/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply as shown in Fig 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fig 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313051862928387634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvAhQMS7jI/AAAAAAAACy4/4aDe1WDx1GA/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day. This new office equipment will help you to reach the end of the work day with a smile on your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Management&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-2806158565001406785?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2806158565001406785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=2806158565001406785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2806158565001406785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2806158565001406785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiness-at-work.html' title='Happiness at Work'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbvAgkQ1_7I/AAAAAAAACyo/fsjsoXIUlwI/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-513109613900303165</id><published>2009-03-14T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:31:41.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COFFEE FILTERS: Not just for making coffee!</title><content type='html'>Coffee  filters ...who knew!   And you can buy 1,000 at  the  Dollar Tree for almost  nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cover  bowls or dishes when cooking in the  microwave. &lt;br /&gt;Coffee filters make excellent covers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean windows and  mirrors.  Coffee filters are lint-free so they'll leave windows  sparkling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Protect China .&lt;br /&gt;Separate your good dishes by putting a  coffee  filter between each dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Filter broken cork from wine.  If you break the cork when  opening a wine  bottle, filter the wine through a coffee filter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Protect a cast-iron skillet.  Place a coffee filter in the  skillet to absorb moisture and prevent rust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Apply shoe polish.  Ball up a lint-free coffee filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Recycle frying oil.  After frying, strain oil through a sieve  lined with a coffee filter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Weigh chopped foods.  Place chopped ingredients in a coffee filter on a  kitchen scale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Hold tacos, hot dogs and more.  Coffee filters make convenient wrappers for messy  foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Stop the soil from leaking out of a plant pot..  Line a plant  pot with a coffee filter to prevent &lt;br /&gt;the soil from going through  the drainage holes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Prevent a popsicle from dripping.  Poke one or two holes as  needed in a coffee filter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Do you think we used expensive strips to wax eyebrows?  Use  strips of coffee filters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Put a few in a plate and put your fried bacon, French fries, chicken  fingers, etc on them.  &lt;br /&gt;Soaks out all the grease.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Keep in the bathroom.  They make great "razor nick  fixers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-513109613900303165?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/513109613900303165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=513109613900303165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/513109613900303165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/513109613900303165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/coffee-filters-not-just-for-making.html' title='COFFEE FILTERS: Not just for making coffee!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-2791195525402282775</id><published>2009-03-14T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:19:15.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Going to Finish Strong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nick Vujicic has no arms or legs but has come to terms with his lot in life and he delivers an inspirational speech to these school kids that they will probably never forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maniacworld.com/are-you-going-to-finish-strong.html" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5096313721254869764</id><published>2009-03-09T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:10:41.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass</title><content type='html'>Never ... Ever .. Ever Put a FIRE CRACKER In your ass and light it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REPEAT: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ... Ever .. Ever &lt;br /&gt;Put a FIRE CRACKER In your ass and light it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXZ-UmTJcI/AAAAAAAACyg/9utUCn4ubGw/s1600-h/dumbass.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXZ-UmTJcI/AAAAAAAACyg/9utUCn4ubGw/s400/dumbass.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311391000257832386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Dumbass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5096313721254869764?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5096313721254869764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5096313721254869764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5096313721254869764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5096313721254869764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/dumbass.html' title='Dumbass'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXZ-UmTJcI/AAAAAAAACyg/9utUCn4ubGw/s72-c/dumbass.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-574189628390261342</id><published>2009-03-09T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:04:38.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4445774e5467304e673d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Motherly Love" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4445774e5467304e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-574189628390261342?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/574189628390261342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=574189628390261342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/574189628390261342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/574189628390261342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/motherly-love.html' title='Motherly Love'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4640425250869254270</id><published>2009-03-09T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:42:52.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Table for Sale</title><content type='html'>This table was for sale on eBay. How can you tell it is being sold by a man? Can you solve this little riddle? First look and guess. You will find the answer below, but don't cheat! Know the answer? If not, scroll down now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXTTI2gfdI/AAAAAAAACyY/dPyTVoJPmrs/s1600-h/table+for+sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXTTI2gfdI/AAAAAAAACyY/dPyTVoJPmrs/s400/table+for+sale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383661300448722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Look in the mirror. Remember, if you are posting a picture on the world-wide web, WEAR CLOTHES when taking the picture. I NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD... AND IT WAS POSTED ON eBay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4640425250869254270?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4640425250869254270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4640425250869254270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4640425250869254270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4640425250869254270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/table-for-sale.html' title='Table for Sale'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXTTI2gfdI/AAAAAAAACyY/dPyTVoJPmrs/s72-c/table+for+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-7815721047479320370</id><published>2009-03-09T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:36:20.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>George W. Bush Ridin Dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXSEpyjqvI/AAAAAAAACyQ/7P8nodRZIz8/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SbXSEpyjqvI/AAAAAAAACyQ/7P8nodRZIz8/s400/w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382312932584178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7815721047479320370?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7815721047479320370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7815721047479320370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7815721047479320370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7815721047479320370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/george-w-bush-ridin-dirty.html' title='George W. 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Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, &lt;br /&gt;DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you. Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their chequebook, or making a list, etc.) DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this Is the perfect opportunity for him to get in On the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, Repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat, they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: &lt;br /&gt;A.) Be aware: Look around you, Look into your car, At the passenger side floor, and in the back seat &lt;br /&gt;B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. &lt;br /&gt;C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. Stairwells are horrible places to be and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; and even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig-zag pattern! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP. It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird.  The police told her 'Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door'. The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Water scam! If you wake up in the middle of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your outside taps full blast so that you will go out to investigate and then attack. Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8840545155332507624?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8840545155332507624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8840545155332507624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8840545155332507624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8840545155332507624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/safety-tips.html' title='Safety Tips'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8384428051146525367</id><published>2009-03-09T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:25:11.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Feng Shui</title><content type='html'>ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO... Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, t heir conversational skills will be as important as any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN! ... When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear some one sneeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE.. Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8384428051146525367?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8384428051146525367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8384428051146525367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8384428051146525367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8384428051146525367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/mental-feng-shui.html' title='Mental Feng Shui'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-903422150685314640</id><published>2009-03-01T00:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:13:11.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love vs. Spanking - Good Argument</title><content type='html'>Most of the American populace thinks it improper to spank children, so I have tried other methods to control my kids when they have one of 'those moments.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that I found effective is for me to just take the child for a car ride and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's the vibration from the car, others say it's the time away from any distractions such as TV, Video Games, Computer, IPod, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my kids usually calm down and stop misbehaving after our car ride together. Eye to eye contact helps a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've included a photo below of one of my sessions with my son, in case you would like to use the technique. This works with grandchildren, nieces, and nephews as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308098298341288946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SaonR2F86_I/AAAAAAAACyI/arcKlDN8fUU/s400/b.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-903422150685314640?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/903422150685314640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=903422150685314640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/903422150685314640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/903422150685314640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/tough-love-vs.html' title='Tough Love vs. Spanking - Good Argument'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SaonR2F86_I/AAAAAAAACyI/arcKlDN8fUU/s72-c/b.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-3780300941726411487</id><published>2009-02-28T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:38:17.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tendjewberrymud</title><content type='html'>The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service (RS): "Morny. Ruin sorbees."&lt;br /&gt;Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July dee bayhcem...crease?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Hokay. An San tos?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "San tos. July San tos?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "No? Judo one toes?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo one toes' means."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Toes! Toes!...Why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "We bother?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "No..just put the bother on the side."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Wad?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy...tea...mill?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Yes. Coffee please, and that's all."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy....rye?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Whatever you say"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Tendjewberrymud."&lt;br /&gt;G: "You're welcome."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-3780300941726411487?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3780300941726411487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=3780300941726411487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3780300941726411487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3780300941726411487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/tendjewberrymud.html' title='Tendjewberrymud'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8058032326847964948</id><published>2009-02-08T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:06:04.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cursed Princess</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a king. The king had a beautiful daughter, the PRINCESS. But there was a problem. Everything the princess touched would melt. No matter what; metal, wood, stone, anything she touched would melt. Because of this, men were afraid of her. Nobody would dare marry her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king despaired. What could he do to help his daughter? He consulted his wizards and magicians. One wizard told the king, "If your daughter touches one thing that does not melt in her hands, She will be cured."  The king was overjoyed and came up with a plan.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he held a competition. Any man that could bring his daughter an object that would not melt would marry her and inherit the king's wealth. THREE YOUNG PRINCES TOOK UP THE CHALLENGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first brought a sword of the finest steel. But alas, when the princess touched it, it melted. The prince went away sadly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second prince brought diamonds. He thought diamonds are the hardest substance in the world and would not melt. But alas, once the princess touched them, they melted. He too was sent away disappointed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third prince approached. He told the princess, "Put your hand in mypocket and feel what is in there." The princess did as she was told, though she turned red. She felt something hard. She held it in her hand. And it did not melt!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king was overjoyed. Everybody in the kingdom was overjoyed.  And the third prince married the princess and they both lived happily everafter. Question: What was in the prince's pants?                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;M's of course. They melt in your mouth, not in your hand. What were you thinking, you pervert??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8058032326847964948?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8058032326847964948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8058032326847964948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8058032326847964948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8058032326847964948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/cursed-princess.html' title='The Cursed Princess'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4030723320780591172</id><published>2009-02-08T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:59:57.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be a redneck if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a51344d5445774d513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play You might be a redneck.." src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a51344d5445774d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4030723320780591172?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4030723320780591172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4030723320780591172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4030723320780591172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4030723320780591172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-might-be-redneck-if.html' title='You might be a redneck if...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8584874108816104483</id><published>2009-02-08T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:39:15.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND</title><content type='html'>10. Cats' facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fat clothes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.&lt;br /&gt;5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyelash curlers.&lt;br /&gt;2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, the Number One Number One thing only women understand: &lt;br /&gt;1. OTHER WOMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8584874108816104483?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8584874108816104483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8584874108816104483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8584874108816104483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8584874108816104483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-ten-things-only-women-understand.html' title='TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-471634649404531635</id><published>2009-02-08T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:38:03.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES</title><content type='html'>1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.&lt;br /&gt;3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.&lt;br /&gt;5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper stickerthat says: "How's my driving-call 1- 800-".&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.&lt;br /&gt;9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-471634649404531635?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/471634649404531635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=471634649404531635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/471634649404531635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/471634649404531635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-ways-to-know-if-you-have-estrogen.html' title='10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE &quot;ESTROGEN ISSUES'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-7931737668302939579</id><published>2009-02-08T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:36:48.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>Q: Should I have a baby after 35?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, 35 children is enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?A: With any luck, right after he finishes college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?&lt;br /&gt;A: Childbirth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.&lt;br /&gt;A: So what's your question? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor,but pressure. Is she right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right after you find out you're pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?A: When the kids are in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7931737668302939579?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7931737668302939579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7931737668302939579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7931737668302939579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7931737668302939579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/pregnancy-q.html' title='Pregnancy Q &amp; 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&lt;br /&gt;One of life's mysteries is how a 2-pound box of chocolates can make a woman gain 5 lbs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mind not only wanders, it sometimes leaves completely.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The best way to forget your troubles is to wear tight shoes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you are doing, someone else does. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came to day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I understand everything, and then I regain consciousness. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I gave up jogging for my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my knickers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amazing! You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks 2 sizes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny people irritate me! Especially when they say things like...'You know sometimes I forget to eat!'...Now I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name and my keys, but I have never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing and then they marry him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast.. Are they kidding? That's my idea of a perfect day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-2504699507386019574?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2504699507386019574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=2504699507386019574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2504699507386019574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2504699507386019574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/girlie-wisdom.html' title='Girlie Wisdom!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5338468027223084462</id><published>2009-02-08T22:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:25:38.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JCPenney 1977 Catalogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="View JCPenney 1977 Catalogue on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/11950000/JCPenney-1977-Catalogue" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; 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I had to go into the kitchen and check this out for myself. Whoever looks at the end of the aluminum foil box? You know when you try to pull some foil out and the roll comes out of the box. Then you have to put the roll back in the box and start over. The darn roll always comes out at the wrong time. Well, I would like to share this with you. Yesterday I went to throw out an empty Reynolds foil box and for some reason I turned it, and looked at the end of the box. And written on the end it said, &lt;em&gt;Press here to lock end&lt;/em&gt;. Right there on the end of the box is a tab to lock the roll in place. How long has this little locking tab been there? I then looked at a generic brand of aluminum foil and it had one, too. I then looked at a box of Saran wrap and it had one too! I can't count the number of times the Saran wrap roll has jumped out, when I was trying to cover something up.I'm sharing this with my friends. I hope I'm not the only person that didn't know about this. I know you're going to go and check your boxes, so go ahead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-2440461498501230392?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2440461498501230392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=2440461498501230392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2440461498501230392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2440461498501230392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoever-looks-at-end-of-aluminum-foil.html' title='Whoever looks at the end of the aluminum foil box?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SY-iB9C7KuI/AAAAAAAACwQ/a3xapR5CiNQ/s72-c/gkj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8687726803396533718</id><published>2009-02-05T00:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:14:18.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrological Descriptions</title><content type='html'>CAPRICORN The Go-Getter (Dec 22 - Jan 19) &lt;br /&gt;Patient and wise. Practical and rigid. Ambitious. Tends to be Good-looking. Humorous and funny. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often pessimistic. Capricorns tend to act before they think and can be Unfriendly at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. Get what they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS - The Sweetheart (Jan 20 - Feb 18) &lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and honest. Sweet personality. Very independent. Inventive and intelligent. Friendly and loyal. Can seem unemotional. Can be a bit rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique. Attractive on the inside and out. Eccentric personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - The Dreamer (Feb 19 - Mar 20) &lt;br /&gt;Generous, kind, and thoughtful. Very creative and imaginative. May become secretive and vague. Sensitive. Don't like details. Dreamy and unrealistic. Sympathetic and loving. Kind. Unselfish. Good kisser. Beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES - The Daredevil (Mar 21 - April 19) &lt;br /&gt;Energetic. Adventurous and spontaneous. Confident and enthusiastic. Fun. Loves a challenge. EXTREMELY impatient. Sometimes selfish. Short fuse. (Easily angered.) Lively, passionate, and sharp wit Outgoing. Lose interest quickly - easily bored. Egoti stical. Courageous and assertive. Tends to be physical and athletic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - The Enduring One (April 20 - May 20) &lt;br /&gt;Charming but aggressive. Can come off as boring, but they are not. Hard workers. Warm-hearted. Strong, has endurance. Solid beings who are stable and secure in their ways. Not looking for shortcuts. Take pride in their beauty. Patient and reliable. Make great friends and give good advice. Loving and kind. Loves hard -- passionate. Expresses themselves emotionally. Prone to ferocious temper-tantrums. Determined. Indulges themselves often. Very generous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI - The Chatterbox (May 21 - June 20) &lt;br /&gt;Smart and witty. Outgoing , very chatty. Lively, energetic. Adaptable but needs to express them selves. Argumentative and outspoken. Like change. Versatile. Busy, sometimes nervous and tense. Gossips. May seem superficial or inconsistent. Beautiful physically and mentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - The Protector (June 21 - July 22) &lt;br /&gt;Moody, emotional. May be shy. Very loving and caring. Pretty/handsome Excellent partners for life. Protective. Inventive and imaginative. Cautious. Touchy-feely kind of person. Needs love from others. Easily hurt, but sympathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - The Boss (July 23 - Aug 22)&lt;br /&gt;Very organized. Need order in their lives - like being in control. Like boundaries. Tend to take over everything. Bossy. Like to help Others. Social and outgoing. Extroverted. Generous, warm-hearted. Sensitive. Creative energy. Full of themselves. Loving.. Doing the right thing is important to Leos. Attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO - The Perfectionist (Aug 23 - Sept 22)&lt;br /&gt;Dominant In relationships. Conservative. Always wants the last word. Argumentative. Worries. Very smart. Dislikes noise and chaos. Eager. Hardworking. Loyal. Beautiful. Easy to talk to. Hard t o please. Harsh. Practical and very fussy. Often shy. Pessimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Harmonizer (Sept 23 - Oct 22)&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Can't make up their mind. Have own unique appeal. Creative, energetic, and very social. Hates to be alone. Peaceful, generous. Very loving and beautiful. Flirtatious. Give in too easily. Procrastinators. Very gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO - The Intense One (Oct 23 - Nov 21)&lt;br /&gt;Very energetic. Intelligent. Can be jealous and/or possessive. Hardworking. Great kisser. Can become obsessive or secretive. Holds grudges. Attractive. Determined. Loves being in long Relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Can be self-centered at times. Passionate and Emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Happy-Go-Lucky One (Nov 22 - Dec 21)&lt;br /&gt;Good-natured optimist. Doesn't want to grow up (Peter Pan Syndrome). Indulges self. Boastful. Likes luxuries and gambling. Social and outgoing. Doesn't like responsibilities. Often fantasizes. Impatient. Fun to be around. Having lots of friends. Flirtatious. Doesn't like rules. Sometimes hypocritical. Dislikes being confined - tight spaces or even tight clothes. Doesn't like being doubted. Beautiful inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8687726803396533718?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8687726803396533718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8687726803396533718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8687726803396533718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8687726803396533718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/astrological-descriptions.html' title='Astrological Descriptions'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4238657341930082261</id><published>2009-02-05T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:11:22.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Joke</title><content type='html'>Blonde is watching the news with her husband when the newscaster says, "Two Brazilian men die in a skydiving accident." The blonde starts crying to her husband, sobbing, "That's horrible!!! So many men dying that way!" Confused, he says, "Yes dear, it is sad, but they were skydiving, and there is always that risk involved." After a few minutes, the blonde, still sobbing, says..."How many is a Brazilian?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4238657341930082261?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4238657341930082261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4238657341930082261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4238657341930082261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4238657341930082261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-joke.html' title='Blonde Joke'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8480962540324132205</id><published>2009-02-04T14:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:54:38.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denzel Washington is true American and friend to all in uniform!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a51774e6a4d354e773d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Denzel Washington" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a51774e6a4d354e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether you heard about this but Denzel Washington and his family visited the troops at Brook Army Medical Center, in San Antonio, Texas (BAMC) the other day. This is where soldiers who have been evacuated from Germany come to be hospitalized in the United States, especially burn victims. There are some buildings there called Fisher Houses. The Fisher House is a hotel where soldiers' families can stay, for little or no charge, while their soldier is staying on base, but as you can imagine, they are almost filled most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Denzel Washington was visiting BAMC, they gave him a tour of one of the Fisher Houses. He asked how much one of them would cost to build. He took his check book out and wrote a check for the full amount right there on the spot. The soldiers overseas were amazed to hear this story and want to get the word out to the American public, because it warmed their hearts to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that other star's crazy antics make headlines and Denzel Washington's charity doesn't even make page 3 in the Metro section of any newspaper except the Local newspaper in San Antonio. Denzel Washington is true American and friend to all in uniform!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8480962540324132205?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8480962540324132205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8480962540324132205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8480962540324132205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8480962540324132205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/denzel-washington-is-true-american-and.html' title='Denzel Washington is true American and friend to all in uniform!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-606161833279219005</id><published>2009-02-04T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:47:44.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Sisters Sing the National Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a1df1fa731c417ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1df1fa731c417ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331762364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3596E7D4CBD632CF2A273731F4614567A461C2C8.604D7F997593A3A7015C635E064E28F56EADEDE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1df1fa731c417ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXdxpl6q5gmqDg96p6QyU5KcViQE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1df1fa731c417ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331762364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3596E7D4CBD632CF2A273731F4614567A461C2C8.604D7F997593A3A7015C635E064E28F56EADEDE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1df1fa731c417ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXdxpl6q5gmqDg96p6QyU5KcViQE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a GREAT PERFORMANCE!! The National Anthem done to perfection (as in 'pitch perfect') by a group of young ladies ages 5-9. Turn up the sound and sit back. This is at a Texas Tech University Basketball game, Feb 9th, 2008. An entire arena remains completely silent throughout the entire song. You could hear a pin drop. It's called respect...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-606161833279219005?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a1df1fa731c417ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/606161833279219005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=606161833279219005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/606161833279219005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/606161833279219005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-sisters-sing-national-anthem.html' title='5 Sisters Sing the National Anthem'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-1138008305489939301</id><published>2009-02-01T19:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:01:43.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SELECTED JOBS IN THE HORSE INDUSTRY</title><content type='html'>Prepared by Dr. Amy Ordakowski&lt;br /&gt;University of Maryland&lt;br /&gt;Animal Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! Veterinarians (Government and Private)&lt;br /&gt;! Alternative Therapy&lt;br /&gt;# Chiropractic Medicine&lt;br /&gt;# Acupuncture&lt;br /&gt;# Acupressure&lt;br /&gt;# Magnetic Therapy&lt;br /&gt;# Homeopathy&lt;br /&gt;! Research Scientist&lt;br /&gt;! Nutritionist&lt;br /&gt;! Cooperative Extension/Outreach&lt;br /&gt;! Veterinary Technician&lt;br /&gt;! Laboratory Technician&lt;br /&gt;! Physical Therapist&lt;br /&gt;! Equine Dentist&lt;br /&gt;! Dental Technician&lt;br /&gt;! Farrier&lt;br /&gt;! Animal Care Technician&lt;br /&gt;! Professor/Lecturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breed Registries and Associations&lt;br /&gt;! Executive Positions&lt;br /&gt;! Administrative Personnel&lt;br /&gt;! Human resources Personnel&lt;br /&gt;! Operations Personnel&lt;br /&gt;! Member Services Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Registrations Registrar&lt;br /&gt;! Stewards&lt;br /&gt;! Judges&lt;br /&gt;! Youth Program Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Technical and Licensing Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Marketing and Promotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment/Vacationing&lt;br /&gt;! Dude/Guest Ranch, Wagon Trains, Trail Rides, Outfitting, Camps&lt;br /&gt;# Cook&lt;br /&gt;# Counselor&lt;br /&gt;# Entertainer&lt;br /&gt;# Maintenance Staff&lt;br /&gt;# Recreation Director&lt;br /&gt;# Trail Guide&lt;br /&gt;# Wrangler/Stable Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government and Law Enforcement Opportunities&lt;br /&gt;! Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;# Research (health/disease)&lt;br /&gt;! USDA&lt;br /&gt;# Animal and Plant Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspection Service (APHIS)&lt;br /&gt;• Animal Care Investigator&lt;br /&gt;# U.S. Forest Service&lt;br /&gt;• Forester&lt;br /&gt;• Packer&lt;br /&gt;• Recreation services&lt;br /&gt;• Trail Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;# U.S. Department of the Interior&lt;br /&gt;• Fish and Wildlife Service special agent&lt;br /&gt;• Bureau of Land Management Contractor for Wild Horse and Burro Program&lt;br /&gt;! Mounted Police Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse Sales&lt;br /&gt;! Auctioneer&lt;br /&gt;! Agent&lt;br /&gt;! Appraiser&lt;br /&gt;! Bid Caller&lt;br /&gt;! Clerk/Cashier&lt;br /&gt;! Ring Assistant/Spotter&lt;br /&gt;! Sales Manager&lt;br /&gt;! Support Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manufacturing, Distribution, and Sales&lt;br /&gt;! Examples of businesses:&lt;br /&gt;# Tack Manufacturer/Distribution&lt;br /&gt;# Feed Manufacturer/Distribution&lt;br /&gt;# Co-ops&lt;br /&gt;# Veterinary Products&lt;br /&gt;# Book Distribution&lt;br /&gt;! Bookkeeper&lt;br /&gt;! Administration/Operating Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Data Entry Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Marketing Specialist&lt;br /&gt;! Researcher&lt;br /&gt;! Human Resources Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Salespeople, Retail and Wholesale&lt;br /&gt;! Trailer Manufacturer/Distributor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publishing Industry&lt;br /&gt;! Publisher&lt;br /&gt;! Writer&lt;br /&gt;! Editor&lt;br /&gt;! Marketing/Promotions&lt;br /&gt;! Art Director/Artists&lt;br /&gt;! Researchers&lt;br /&gt;! Advertising&lt;br /&gt;! Support Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing&lt;br /&gt;! Administrative&lt;br /&gt;! Judges&lt;br /&gt;! Video Race Patrol&lt;br /&gt;! Photo Finish Operator&lt;br /&gt;! Track Announcer&lt;br /&gt;! Simulcasting Director&lt;br /&gt;! Clerk of Course/Sales&lt;br /&gt;! Stewards&lt;br /&gt;! Clocker&lt;br /&gt;! Starter&lt;br /&gt;! Official Race Timer&lt;br /&gt;! Identifier&lt;br /&gt;! Track Stable Superintendent&lt;br /&gt;! Handicapper&lt;br /&gt;! Television Announcer&lt;br /&gt;! Training Center Manager&lt;br /&gt;! Security Patrol&lt;br /&gt;! Wagering Personnel&lt;br /&gt;! Pedigree Evaluations&lt;br /&gt;! Track Maintenance Crew&lt;br /&gt;! Trainers&lt;br /&gt;! Grooms/Hot Walkers&lt;br /&gt;! Exercise Riders&lt;br /&gt;! Jockeys/Harness Driver&lt;br /&gt;! Pari-mutuel Manager&lt;br /&gt;! Pari-mutuel Clerk&lt;br /&gt;! Money Room Personnel&lt;br /&gt;! Telephone, Interacting, Internet&lt;br /&gt;! Wagering Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show/Board/Breeding/Lesson Farm&lt;br /&gt;! Farm Owner/Manager&lt;br /&gt;! Sales Manager&lt;br /&gt;! Administrative Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Trainer/Exercise Rider&lt;br /&gt;! Riding Instructor&lt;br /&gt;! Ground and Stable Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;! Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporting/Competition/Trade Show Organizations&lt;br /&gt;! Event Manager&lt;br /&gt;! Management/Event Staff&lt;br /&gt;! Announcers&lt;br /&gt;! Judges&lt;br /&gt;! Timers&lt;br /&gt;! Photographers&lt;br /&gt;! Media Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supports to the Horse Industry&lt;br /&gt;! Attorney at Law&lt;br /&gt;! Equine Consultants&lt;br /&gt;! Expert Witness&lt;br /&gt;! Insurance Agents&lt;br /&gt;! Bookkeepers&lt;br /&gt;! Accountants&lt;br /&gt;! Real Estate Agent&lt;br /&gt;! Internet Companies&lt;br /&gt;! Hay/Feed/Bedding&lt;br /&gt;! Horse Van/Trailer Driver&lt;br /&gt;! Photographer&lt;br /&gt;! Food Concession/Caterers&lt;br /&gt;! General Contractor/Builder&lt;br /&gt;! Farm Sitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCES&lt;br /&gt;Reynolds. 1998. The Complete Guide to Horse Careers. New Horizons Equine Education Center, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;Livermore, CO.&lt;br /&gt;Kreitler. 1995. 50 Careers with Horses. 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Sykes, author of the book Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good About Themselves But Can't Read, Write, Or Add. (The list has appeared in newspapers, although not necessarily in this book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 1:   Life is not fair. Get used to it. The average teen-ager uses the phrase "It's not fair" 8.6 times a day. You got it from your parents, who said it so often you decided they must be the most idealistic generation ever. When they started hearing it from their own kids, they realized Rule No. 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 2:   The real world won't care about your self-esteem as much as your high school does. It'll expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself. This may come as a shock. Usually, when inflated self-esteem meets reality, kids complain that it's not fair. (See Rule No. 1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 3:   Sorry, you won't make $40,000 a year right out of high school. And you won't be a vice president or have a car phone either. You may even have to wear a uniform that doesn't have a Gap label. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 4:   If you think your teacher is tough, wait 'til you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure, so he tends to be a bit edgier. When you screw up, he's not going to ask you how you feel about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 5:   Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity. They weren't embarrassed making minimum wage either. They would have been embarrassed to sit around talking about Kurt Cobain all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 6:   It's not your parents' fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of "It's my life," and "You're not the boss of me," and other eloquent proclamations of your generation. When you turn 18, it's on your dime. Don't whine about it, or you'll sound like a baby boomer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 7:   Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasites of your parents' generation, try delousing the closet in your bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 8:   Your school may have done away with winners and losers. Life hasn't. In some schools, they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. Failing grades have been abolished and class valedictorians scrapped, lest anyone's feelings be hurt. Effort is as important as results. This, of course, bears not the slightest resemblance to anything in real life. (See Rule No. 1, Rule No. 2 and Rule No. 4.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 9:   Life is not divided into semesters, and you don't get summers off. Not even Easter break. They expect you to show up every day. For eight hours. And you don't get a new life every 10 weeks. It just goes on and on. While we're at it, very few jobs are interested in fostering your self-expression or helping you find yourself. Fewer still lead to self-realization. (See Rule No. 1 and Rule No. 2.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 10:   Television is not real life. Your life is not a sitcom. Your problems will not all be solved in 30 minutes, minus time for commercials. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop to go to jobs. Your friends will not be as perky or pliable as Jennifer Aniston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 11:   Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 12:   Smoking does not make you look cool. It makes you look moronic. Next time you're out cruising, watch an 11-year-old with a butt in his mouth. That's what you look like to anyone over 20. Ditto for "expressing yourself" with purple hair and/or pierced body parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 13:   You are not immortal. (See Rule No. 12.) If you are under the impression that living fast, dying young and leaving a beautiful corpse is romantic, you obviously haven't seen one of your peers at room temperature lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 14:   Enjoy this while you can. Sure parents are a pain, school's a bother, and life is depressing. But someday you'll realize how wonderful it was to be a kid. Maybe you should start now. You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7657178775500797157?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7657178775500797157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7657178775500797157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7657178775500797157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7657178775500797157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-you-might-not-learn-in-high-school.html' title='What you might not learn in (high) school'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-2956325776617776275</id><published>2009-02-01T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:46:19.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALASKAN CLYDESDALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Only in Alaska....... This guy raised an abandoned moose calf with his horses, and believe it or not, he has trained it for lumber removal and other hauling tasks. Given the 2,000 pounds of robust muscle, and the splayed, grippy hooves, he claims it is the best work animal he has. He says the secret to keeping the moose around is a sweet salt lick, although during the rut he disappears for a couple of weeks, but always comes home.... Impressive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297917594252027170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYX7-36vJSI/AAAAAAAACvg/465HdZd8cDw/s400/a1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's bound to be someone out there that will raise some issues with this treatment of a wild animal. To them I say. "If the Moose keeps coming back, what's the problem?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-2956325776617776275?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2956325776617776275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=2956325776617776275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2956325776617776275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/2956325776617776275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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(Luke 18:27)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I'm too tired'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I will give you rest   &lt;br /&gt; (Matthew 11:28-30)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'Nobody really loves me'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I love you   &lt;br /&gt; (John 3:1   6 &amp; John 3:34 )   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I can't go on'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  My grace is sufficient &lt;br /&gt; (II Corinthians 12:9 &amp; Psalm 91:15)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I can't figure things out'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I will direct your steps   &lt;br /&gt; (Proverbs 3:5-   6)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I can't do it'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  You can do all things   &lt;br /&gt; ( Phil ippians 4:13)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I'm not able'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I am able   &lt;br /&gt; (II Corinthians 9:8)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say: 'It's not worth it' &lt;br /&gt; God says:  It will be worth it   &lt;br /&gt; (Roman 8:28 )   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I can't forgive myself'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I Forgive you   &lt;br /&gt; (I John 1:9 &amp; Romans 8:1)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I can't manage'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I will supply all your needs   &lt;br /&gt; ( Phil ippians 4:19)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I'm afraid'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I have not given you a spirit of fear   &lt;br /&gt; (II Timothy 1:7)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I'm always worried and frustrated'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  Cast all your cares on ME   &lt;br /&gt; (I Peter 5:7)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I'm not smart enough'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I give you wisdom   &lt;br /&gt; (I Corinthians 1:30)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say:  'I feel all alone'   &lt;br /&gt; God says:  I will never leave you or forsake you   &lt;br /&gt; (Hebrews 13:5)  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God determines who walks into your life....it's up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCq8rjiXZI/AAAAAAAACuw/7mYJ2m4kFo8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCq8rjiXZI/AAAAAAAACuw/7mYJ2m4kFo8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296421121248353682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at an event or in the middle of a restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8539644137551036250</id><published>2009-01-28T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:17:38.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Me Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCg38uzZoI/AAAAAAAACuQ/omtYl9YrtJk/s1600-h/bj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296410044843386498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCg38uzZoI/AAAAAAAACuQ/omtYl9YrtJk/s400/bj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 8:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at 8:45 am there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's door. The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new&lt;br /&gt;employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296410044040370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCg35vWWxI/AAAAAAAACuY/ZedJcf80Q8w/s400/bk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Personnel Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmo's. She has a roll of plush Red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296410144620917458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCg9wbnstI/AAAAAAAACuo/BfuHztCls5A/s400/bdu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo 's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Personnel Manager bursts into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry,' he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, 'but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296410047799586066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCg4HvnbRI/AAAAAAAACug/UWP0_iuYAgI/s400/ba.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8539644137551036250?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8539644137551036250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8539644137551036250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8539644137551036250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8539644137551036250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/01/tickle-me-elmo.html' title='Tickle Me Elmo'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCg38uzZoI/AAAAAAAACuQ/omtYl9YrtJk/s72-c/bj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4753428726179119287</id><published>2009-01-28T11:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:51:31.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Rules</title><content type='html'>We always hear " the rules" from the female side... At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally, the guys' side of the story. These are our rules!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;**Please note.. these are all numbered "#1" ON PURPOSE!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are NOT mind readers.(FIRST &amp; FOREMOST RULE) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. &lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports, It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. &lt;br /&gt;Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. &lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Football or Hockey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4753428726179119287?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4753428726179119287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4753428726179119287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4753428726179119287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4753428726179119287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-rules.html' title='The Man Rules'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4142572033698253381</id><published>2009-01-28T11:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:45:31.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of Walking</title><content type='html'>Walking can add minutes to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000 per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60.. Now he's 97 years old and we don't know where he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I would take up walking is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to walk early in the morning, before my brain figures out what I'm doing..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound.  Apparently you have to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise', I wash my mouth out with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they'll say, 'Well, she looks good doesn't she.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know I got a lot of exercise the last few years, just getting over the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information in our heads. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start thinking too much about how I look, I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4142572033698253381?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4142572033698253381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4142572033698253381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4142572033698253381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4142572033698253381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/01/importance-of-walking.html' title='Importance of Walking'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5626179666017738466</id><published>2009-01-28T11:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:40:41.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ORIGINAL S.U.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCYL1qvrxI/AAAAAAAACuI/IOdbPUZ3OzE/s1600-h/syjh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCYL1qvrxI/AAAAAAAACuI/IOdbPUZ3OzE/s400/syjh.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296400490940051218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our nation's Big 3 auto manufacturer's face bankruptcy, we must go back to the old time basics. We will soon need to once again embrace the original ..Sport Utility Vehicle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5626179666017738466?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5626179666017738466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5626179666017738466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5626179666017738466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5626179666017738466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/01/original-suv.html' title='THE ORIGINAL S.U.V.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCYL1qvrxI/AAAAAAAACuI/IOdbPUZ3OzE/s72-c/syjh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-9076271664490170337</id><published>2009-01-28T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:27:31.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How quickly the years pass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How quickly the years pass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296397194944242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCVL_IG40I/AAAAAAAACto/OUWxS8Q60Ek/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCVL2xxcxI/AAAAAAAACtw/JRUxEHU5YuE/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296397192703079186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCVL2xxcxI/AAAAAAAACtw/JRUxEHU5YuE/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296397192894654850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCVL3fcqYI/AAAAAAAACt4/x0HBwbpXr28/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-9076271664490170337?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/9076271664490170337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=9076271664490170337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/9076271664490170337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/9076271664490170337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-quickly-years-pass.html' title='How quickly the years pass...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SYCVL_IG40I/AAAAAAAACto/OUWxS8Q60Ek/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-1080482918532095861</id><published>2008-12-30T17:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:43:33.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://workinglunch.msn.com/#/archive/"&gt;http://workinglunch.msn.com/#/archive/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just found this link to Working Lunch. It's comedy improv shorts that anyone who has worked on a cubicle farm can relate to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-1080482918532095861?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1080482918532095861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=1080482918532095861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1080482918532095861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1080482918532095861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-lunch.html' title='Working Lunch'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5796490644517478851</id><published>2008-12-22T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:16:05.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="View Fairy Babies document on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/9354796/Fairy-Babies" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; 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He gets so bored with all the shopping trips. He prefers to get in and get out, but Mrs. Fenton loves to browse. One day, Mrs. Fenton gets this letter from Wal-Mart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Fenton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may ban both of you from our stores. We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance equipment. All complaints against Mr. Fenton are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Mr. Bill Fenton has done while his spouse was shopping in Wal-Mart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July 1: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the ladies restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in Housewares... and watched what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. September 23: When a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to cry and asks, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, and picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, asked the clerk if he knows where the antidepressants are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously loudly humming the Mission Impossible" theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. December 6: In the auto department, practiced his "Madonna look" using different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through, yelled "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumes the fetal position and screams "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, "There's no toilet paper in here!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7850635329402809179?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7850635329402809179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7850635329402809179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7850635329402809179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7850635329402809179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-at-wal-mart.html' title='Fun at Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-7825996499657483487</id><published>2008-12-22T16:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:53:14.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfingers</title><content type='html'>Gas for the drive to the convenient store: $20.00 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hooded winter jacket with large inside pocket to conceal identity and carry gun: $65.00 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;9mm handgun purchased from Ray-Ray up the block: $150. 00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure to master holding on to your weapon during your planned armed robbery: PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YL3flCbryAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YL3flCbryAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7825996499657483487?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7825996499657483487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7825996499657483487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7825996499657483487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7825996499657483487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/butterfingers.html' title='Butterfingers'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5040955200896010024</id><published>2008-12-22T16:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:42:20.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a49354e4441784d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Carpe Diem" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a49354e4441784d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5040955200896010024?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5040955200896010024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5040955200896010024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5040955200896010024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5040955200896010024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-1576639821616118273</id><published>2008-12-22T16:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:33:10.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mold in Old Pancake Mix</title><content type='html'>DEAR ABBY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently made a batch of pancakes for my healthy 14-year-old son, using a mix that was in our pantry. He said that they tasted "funny," but ate them anyway. About 10 minutes later, he began having difficulty breathing and his lips began turning purple. I gave him his allergy pill, had him sit on the sofa and told him to relax. He was wheezing while inhaling and exhaling. My husband, a volunteer firefighter and EMT, heated up some water, and we had my son lean over the water so the steam could clear his chest and sinuses. Soon, his breathing became more regular and his lips returned to a more normal color. We checked the date on the box of pancake mix and, to my dis may, found it was very outdated. As a reference librarian at an academic institution, I have the ability to search through many research databases. I did just that, and found an article the next day that mentioned a 19-year-old male DYING after eating pancakes made with outdated mix. Apparently, the mold that forms in old pancake mix can be toxic! When we told our friends about my son's close call, we were surprised at the number of people who mentioned that they should check their own pancake mix since they don't use it often, or they had purchased it some time ago. With so many people shopping at warehouse-type stores and buying large sizes of pancake mix, I hope your readers will take the time to check the expiration date on their boxes. Also, beware of outdated cake, brownie and cookie mixes. PASS IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-1576639821616118273?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1576639821616118273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=1576639821616118273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1576639821616118273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1576639821616118273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/mold-in-old-pancake-mix.html' title='Mold in Old Pancake Mix'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5472847200361293642</id><published>2008-12-22T15:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:07:15.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Patients</title><content type='html'>Five surgeons are discussing who makes the best patients to operate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first surgeon says, "I like to see accountants on my operating table, because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second responds, "Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color coded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third surgeon says, "No, I really think librarians are the best; everything inside them is in alphabetical order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth surgeon chimes in: "You know, I like construction workers... those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fifth surgeon (from Washington , D.C.) shut them all up when he observed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains, no spine, and the head and the ass are interchangeable."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5472847200361293642?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5472847200361293642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5472847200361293642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5472847200361293642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5472847200361293642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-patients.html' title='The Best Patients'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-7917966824496463791</id><published>2008-12-22T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:03:19.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHICH PART OF YOUR BODY GOES TO HEAVEN FIRST?</title><content type='html'>The nun teaching Sunday School was speaking to her class one morning and she asked the question, "When you die and go to Heaven...which part of your body goes first?" Suzy raised her hand and said, "I think it's your hands." "Why do you think it's your hands, Suzy?" Suzy replied, "Because when you pray, you hold your hands together in front of you and God just takes your hands first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a wonderful answer!" the nun said. Little Johnny raised his hand and said, "Sister, I think it's your feet." The nun looked at him with the strangest look on her face. "Now, Little Johnny, why do you think it would be your feet?"&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny said, "Well, I walked into Mommy and Daddy's bedroom the other night Mommy had her legs straight up in the air and she was saying, "Oh ! God, I'm coming!" "If Dad hadn't pinned her down, we'd have lost her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nun fainted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7917966824496463791?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7917966824496463791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7917966824496463791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7917966824496463791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7917966824496463791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/which-part-of-your-body-goes-to-heaven.html' title='WHICH PART OF YOUR BODY GOES TO HEAVEN FIRST?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4651181054032894639</id><published>2008-12-22T14:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:41:21.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-23007b96cefd0aed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23007b96cefd0aed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331762364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF7F0131A7C2489669751E78624A912D35D95002.143CB0C13B14DC16940DD866005235877597ECDF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23007b96cefd0aed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG571yHSkA3tGvK8xgKSOYBummMA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23007b96cefd0aed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331762364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF7F0131A7C2489669751E78624A912D35D95002.143CB0C13B14DC16940DD866005235877597ECDF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23007b96cefd0aed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG571yHSkA3tGvK8xgKSOYBummMA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4651181054032894639?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4651181054032894639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4651181054032894639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4651181054032894639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4651181054032894639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/mistletoe.html' title='Mistletoe'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-968619146618879756</id><published>2008-12-22T14:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:30:46.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always believe in MIRACLES!</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling."Your friend? Your sister?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.   Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you very much!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly. Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. "What is it?" Santa asked warmly. "Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but..." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The girl in the photograph.. my granddaughter.. well, you see..  she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa... any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital. "Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on hisface. Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly. Rick drove to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall. Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, andforcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty,"Ho, ho, ho!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore tell tale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels. "Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed. "Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said.  Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah,and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do,and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have funplaying with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him. "My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.  "Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"  "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed -- and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-968619146618879756?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/968619146618879756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=968619146618879756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/968619146618879756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/968619146618879756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-believe-in-miracles.html' title='Always believe in MIRACLES!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-5072275555422991940</id><published>2008-12-22T14:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:18:03.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO PARENT LEFT BEHIND</title><content type='html'>These are REAL notes written by PARENTS in a Tennessee school district. (Spellings have been left intact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-- MY SON IS UNDER A DOCTOR'S CARE AND SHOULD NOT TAKE PE TODAY. PLEASE EXECUTE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-- PLEASE EXKUCE LISA FOR BEING ABSENT SHE WAS SICK AND I HAD HER SHOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-- DEAR SCHOOL: PLEASE ECSC's JOHN BEING ABSENT ON JAN 28,29,30,31,32 AND ALSO 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-- PLEASE EXCUSE GLORIA FROM JIM TODAY. SHE IS ADMINISTRATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-- PLEASE EXCUSE ROLAND FROM P.E. FOR A FEW DAYS. YESTERDAY HE FELL OUT OF A TREE AND MISPLACED HIS HIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-- JOHN HAS BEEN ABSENT BECAUSE HE HAD TWO TEETH TAKEN OUT OF HIS FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-- CARLOS WAS ABSENT YESTERDAY BECAUSE HE WAS PLAYING FOOTBALL. HE WAS HURT IN THE GROWING PART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-- MEGAN COULD NOT COME TO SCHOOL TODAY BECAUSE SHE HAS BEEN BOTHERED BY VERY CLOSE VEINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-- CHRIS WILL NOT BE IN SCHOOL CUS HE HAS AN ACRE IN HIS SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-- PLEASE EXCUSE RAY FRIDAY FROM SCHOOL HE HAS VERY LOOSE VOWELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-- PLEASE EXCUSE PEDRO FROM BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. HE HAD (DIAHRE, DYREA, DIREATHE), THE SH**S.   {NOTE: WORDS IN ( )'s WERE CROSSED OUT.} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-- PLEASE EXCUSE TOMMY FOR BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. HE HAD DIARRHEA, AND HIS BOOTS LEAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-- IRVING WAS ABSENT YESTERDAY BECAUSE HE MISSED HIS BUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-- PLEASE EXCUSE JIMMY FOR BEING. IT WAS HIS FATHER'S FAULT. {You know, this could be legit!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-- I KEPT BILLIE HOME BECAUSE SHE HAD TO GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING BECAUSE DON'T KNOW WHAT SIZE SHE WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-- PLEASE EXCUSE JENNIFER FOR MISSING SCHOOL YESTERDAY WE FORGOT TO GET THE SUNDAY PAPER OFF THE PORCH, AND WHEN WE FOUND IT MONDAY. WE THOUGHT IT WAS SUNDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-- MY DAUGHTER WAS ABSENT YESTERDAY BECAUSE SHE WAS TIRED. SHE SPENT A WEEKEND WITH THE MARINES. {I absolutely LOVE that one!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-- PLEASE EXCUSE JASON FOR BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. HE HAD A COLD AND COULD NOT BREED WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-- PLEASE EXCUSE MARY FOR BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. SHE WAS IN BED WITH GRAMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-- GLORIA WAS ABSENT YESTERDAY AS SHE WAS HAVING A GANGOVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-- PLEASE EXCUSE BRENDA. SHE HAS BEEN SICK AND UNDER THE DOCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-- MARYANN WAS ABSENT DECEMBER 11-16, BECAUSE SHE HAD A FEVER, SORETHROAT, HEADACHE AND UPSET STOMACH. HER SISTER WAS ALSO SICK, FEVER AND SORE THROAT, HER BROTHER HAD A LOW GRADE FEVER AND ACHED ALL OVER. I WASN'T THE BEST EITHER SORE THROAT AND FEVER. THERE MUST BE SOMETHING GOING AROUND, HER FATHER EVEN GOT HOT LAST NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-5072275555422991940?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5072275555422991940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=5072275555422991940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5072275555422991940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/5072275555422991940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-parent-left-behind.html' title='NO PARENT LEFT BEHIND'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8148820842876744186</id><published>2008-12-22T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:06:10.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambi and Thumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a49344d7a59794d513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Bambi and Thumper" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a49344d7a59794d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8148820842876744186?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8148820842876744186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8148820842876744186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8148820842876744186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8148820842876744186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/bambi-and-thumper.html' title='Bambi and Thumper'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4263189692077569829</id><published>2008-12-22T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:49:25.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN OF THE HOUSE</title><content type='html'>The husband had just finished reading a new book entitled, "You Can Be THE Man Of Your House."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stormed to his wife in the kitchen and announced, "From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this house and my word is Law. You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, you will serve me a sumptuous dessert. After dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me and we will have the kind of sex that I want. Afterwards, you are going to draw me a bath so I can relax. You will wash my back, tickle my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe. Then, you will massage my feet and hands. Then tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "The fuckin' funeral director would be my first guess."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4263189692077569829?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4263189692077569829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4263189692077569829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4263189692077569829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4263189692077569829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-of-house.html' title='MAN OF THE HOUSE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-1170834346887035174</id><published>2008-12-22T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:46:18.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Do Not Want to Happen at Your ATM</title><content type='html'>- You go to get a balance inquiry, and instead of printing out a receipt the screen says: "Not worth wasting paper", and ejects your card. You try to get a balance inquiry, and the screen says: "Account not found." and keeps your card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You insert your card, and try to get some cash, and the ATM laughs and spits out your shredded card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You withdraw some money to pay some bills, count it, and the screen says: "What, you thought there was some EXTRA there? HA!", and ejects your card clear across the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You think you've got $100 in your account and go to take out $50, and the screen says: "Not in this lifetime." and laughs as you bang on the machine, trying desperately to get your card back that the machine has taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You go to the ATM, and there's a picture of you a-la-"Most Wanted" staring forlornly at the ATM camera with a caption that reads: "Wanted for trying to get water from a dry well."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-1170834346887035174?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1170834346887035174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=1170834346887035174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1170834346887035174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1170834346887035174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-you-do-not-want-to-happen-at.html' title='Things You Do Not Want to Happen at Your ATM'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8823180097772516306</id><published>2008-12-22T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:45:15.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Fed Baby</title><content type='html'>A woman and a baby come into the doctor's office. She is taken into an examining room and waits for the doctor. After arriving there, the doctor examines the baby, and finds him not gaining much weight and asks the woman, "Is he breast fed or on the bottle?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...he is breast fed!", replied the woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, strip down to your waist," orders the doctor. She takes off her top and bra and sits on the examing table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc starts pressing, kneading and pinching both breasts for quite a while in a very detailed and thorough examination. The doc motions to her to get dressed, then the doctor says, "No wonder this baby is so hungry. You don't have any milk!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman with a wry grin on her face responds, "Well of course I don't, I'm his aunt!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8823180097772516306?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8823180097772516306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8823180097772516306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8823180097772516306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8823180097772516306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/breast-fed-baby.html' title='Breast Fed Baby'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-6798119419716732096</id><published>2008-12-22T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:43:30.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Ol' Days</title><content type='html'>A sales clerk asked his boss how to handle people who complained about the current prices compared to the low prices in the good old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just act surprised and tell them you didn't think that they were old enough to remember them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-6798119419716732096?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6798119419716732096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=6798119419716732096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/6798119419716732096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/6798119419716732096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-ol-days.html' title='The Good Ol&apos; Days'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-8769986754417021883</id><published>2008-12-22T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:42:56.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes For The Kids...</title><content type='html'>Q: What happens to a dog that keeps eating bits off of the table? &lt;br /&gt;A: He gets splinters in his mouth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of dog chases anything red?&lt;br /&gt;A: A bull dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of dog wears a uniform and medals?&lt;br /&gt;A: A guard dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a dog in jeans and a sweater?&lt;br /&gt;A: A plain clothes police dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you cross a dog and a skunk?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rid of the dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you cross a computer and a Rottweiller?&lt;br /&gt;A: A computer with a lot of bites! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you cross a dog with a kangaroo?&lt;br /&gt;A: A dog that has somewhere to put its own lead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you cross a dog and a sheep?&lt;br /&gt;A: A sheep that can round itself up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-8769986754417021883?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8769986754417021883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=8769986754417021883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8769986754417021883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/8769986754417021883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/jokes-for-kids.html' title='Jokes For The Kids...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-3365902707490965326</id><published>2008-12-22T13:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:41:04.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VETERANS DAY IS 11/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SU_shQaPY6I/AAAAAAAACpI/ttULY9fjL8U/s1600-h/%3Boy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282700944013747106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SU_shQaPY6I/AAAAAAAACpI/ttULY9fjL8U/s400/%3Boy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN , not the preacher,&lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN , not the reporter,&lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom of the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN , not the poet,&lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN , not the campus organizer,&lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom to assemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN , not the lawyer,&lt;br /&gt;who has given us the right to a fair trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN , not the politician,&lt;br /&gt;Who has given us the right to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN ,&lt;br /&gt;who salutes the Flag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the veteran,&lt;br /&gt;who serves under the Flag, !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD, GRANT THEM ETERNAL REST, AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON THEM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282700950784046738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SU_shpoZ9pI/AAAAAAAACpQ/ULUABNAgzrw/s400/itul.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VETERANS KNOW THAT THE OATH OF ALLEGIANCE HAS NO EXPIRATION DATE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282700960669532162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SU_siOdSgAI/AAAAAAAACpY/Cx2aNNYw7wY/s400/ykkury.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God Bless them all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-3365902707490965326?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3365902707490965326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=3365902707490965326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3365902707490965326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3365902707490965326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/veterans-day-is-1111.html' title='VETERANS DAY IS 11/11'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SU_shQaPY6I/AAAAAAAACpI/ttULY9fjL8U/s72-c/%3Boy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-7222755011972304425</id><published>2008-12-22T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:35:26.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A good marriage</title><content type='html'>A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary on the beach in Montego Bay, Jamaica. Their domestic tranquillity had long been the talk of the town. "What a peaceful &amp; loving couple. "A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage. "Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man. "We visited the Grand Canyon in Arizona and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by horse. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled and she almost fell off. My wife looked down at the horse and quietly said, 'That's once.' We proceeded a little further and the horse stumbled again, this time causing her to drop her water. Once more my wife quietly said, 'That's twice.' We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbled for a third time. My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the horse dead. I shouted at her, 'What's wrong with you, Woman! Why did you shoot the poor animal like that? Are you crazy??' She looked at me, and quietly said, 'That's once.' "And from that moment we have lived happily ever after."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-7222755011972304425?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7222755011972304425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=7222755011972304425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7222755011972304425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/7222755011972304425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-marriage.html' title='A good marriage'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4136713074857312567</id><published>2008-12-22T13:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:31:16.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Bungee Jumping</title><content type='html'>Alice and Frank were Bungee jumping one day. Alice says to Frank, "You know we could make a lot of money running our own Bungee-jumping business in Mexico." Frank thinks this is a great idea, so they pool their money and buy everything they need: a tower, an elastic cord, insurance, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They travel to Mexico and begin to set up on the square. As they are constructing the tower, a crowd begins to assemble. Slowly, more and more people gather to watch them at work. When they had finished, there was such a crowd, they thought it would be a good idea to give a demonstration, so Alice jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bounces at the end of the cord, but when she comes back up, Frank notices that she has a few cuts and scratches. Unfortunately, Frank isn't able to catch her and she falls again, bounces, and comes back up again. This time, she is bruised and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Frank misses her.  Alice falls again and bounces back up. This time, she comes back pretty messed up -- she's got a couple of broken bones and is almost unconscious. Luckily, Frank finally catches her this time and says, "What happened? Was the cord too long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely able to speak, Alice gasps, "No, the Bungee cord was fine...it was the crowd... What the HELL is a piñata?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4136713074857312567?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4136713074857312567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4136713074857312567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4136713074857312567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4136713074857312567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/mexican-bungee-jumping.html' title='Mexican Bungee Jumping'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-876583321192999121</id><published>2008-12-22T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:27:27.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SU_p7J3CzCI/AAAAAAAACpA/Ea9ZINV8FRE/s1600-h/rtjy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H58kU2Adzk4/SU_p7J3CzCI/AAAAAAAACpA/Ea9ZINV8FRE/s400/rtjy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282698090397223970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly take a lot for granted. Forget the football "heroes" and movie "stars". Pass this on so that all may know the price of freedom. Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, Jesus Christ and the American Soldier.  One died for your soul; the other for your freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-876583321192999121?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/876583321192999121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=876583321192999121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/876583321192999121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/876583321192999121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/heroes.html' 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nearly that time of the year and now is the time to start baking that Christmas Cake. So to help you, here is the recipe for:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VODKA AND RED BULL CHRISTMAS CAKE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Water&lt;br /&gt;1 Tsp Baking Soda&lt;br /&gt;1 Tsp Salt&lt;br /&gt;4 Lg Eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup White Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups Dried Fruit&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Juice&lt;br /&gt;Nuts&lt;br /&gt;1 Can of Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Vodka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sample the Vodka (to check the quality) VERY IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a large bowl. Check the Vodka again.&lt;br /&gt;3. To be sure it's of the highest quality, pour one level cup of Vodka and mix with a little Red Bull and drink.&lt;br /&gt;4. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;5. Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again.&lt;br /&gt;7. At this point it is best to make sure the Vodka is still OK.&lt;br /&gt;8. Flavor with Red Bull to taste.&lt;br /&gt;9. Try another cup - just in case, turn the mixereer off.&lt;br /&gt;10. Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in a cup of dried fruit.&lt;br /&gt;11. Pick fruit off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;12. Mix on the turner.&lt;br /&gt;13. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry loose with a drewscriver.&lt;br /&gt;14. Shample the vodka to check for tonsisticity, flavour with a little Bed Rull&lt;br /&gt;15. Next, sshifffft two cups of salt. Or something. Who givesshz a shi*&lt;br /&gt;16. Throw a pinch of Bed Rull over your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;17. Pick up the can, mop the floor.&lt;br /&gt;18. Check the Vodka (shee steps 3 and 4.)&lt;br /&gt;19. Now shift the lemon and strain your nuts.&lt;br /&gt;20. Add one table.&lt;br /&gt;21. Add a shpoon of shugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.&lt;br /&gt;22. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't forget to beat off the turner.&lt;br /&gt;24. Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the Vodka and kick the dog.&lt;br /&gt;25. Fall into bed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CHERRY MISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-1887904538048345552?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1887904538048345552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=1887904538048345552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1887904538048345552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/1887904538048345552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/vodka-and-red-bull-christmas-cake.html' title='VODKA AND RED BULL CHRISTMAS CAKE!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-3953009043472737490</id><published>2008-12-22T00:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:30:29.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Airline Announcements‏</title><content type='html'>1.  Flight Attendant announced, "People, people we're not picking out furniture here, find a seat and get in it!&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;2.  On a Continental Flight with a very "senior" flight attendant crew, the pilot said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached cruising altitude and will be turning down the cabin lights. This is for your comfort and to enhance the appearance of your flight attendants."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;3.  On landing, the stewardess said, "Please be sure to take all of your belongings. If you're going to leave anything, please make sure it's something we'd like to have."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;4.  "There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out of this airplane"&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;5.  "Thank you for flying Delta Business Express. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;6.  As the plane landed and was coming to a stop at Ronald Reagan, a lone voice came over the loudspeaker: "Whoa, big fella. WHOA!"&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;7.  After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in Memphis, a flight attendant on a Northwest flight announced, "Please take care when opening the overhead compartments because, after a landing like that, sure as hell everything has shifted."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;8.  From a Southwest Airlines employee: "Welcome aboard Southwest Flight 245 to Tampa. To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seat belt; and, if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;9.  "In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small child traveling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are traveling with more than one small child, pick your favorite."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;10. "Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but we'll try to have them fixed before we arrive. Thank you, and remember - nobody loves you, or your money, more than Southwest Airlines."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;11. "Your seat cushions can be used for flotation; and, in the event of an emergency water landing, please paddle to shore and take them with our compliments."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;12. "As you exit the plane, make sure to gather all of your belongings. Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants. Please do not leave children or spouses... except for that gentleman over there."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;13. And from the pilot during his welcome message: "Delta Airlines is pleased to have some of the best flight attendants in the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight!"&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;14. Heard on Southwest Airlines just after a very hard landing in Salt Lake City - The flight attendant came on the intercom and said, "That was quite a bump, and I know what y'all are thinking. I'm here to tell you it wasn't the airline's fault, it wasn't the pilot's fault, it wasn't the flight attendant's fault, it was the asphalt."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;15. Overheard on an American Airlines flight into Amarillo, Texas, on a particularly windy and bumpy day: During the final approach, the Captain was really having to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the Flight Attendant said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Amarillo. Please remain in your seats with your seat belts fastened while the Captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate!"&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;16. Another flight attendant's comment on a less than perfect landing: "We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;17. An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the Passengers exited, smile, and give them a "Thanks for flying our airline." He said that, in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally everyone had gotten off except for a little old lady walking with a cane. She said, "Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Why, no, Ma'am," said the pilot. "What is it?" The little old lady said, "Did we land, or were we shot down?"&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;18. After a real crusher of a landing in Phoenix, the attendant came on with, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Capt. Crash and the Crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we'll open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;19. Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to thank you folks for flying with us today. And, the next time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of US Airways."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;20. Heard on a Southwest Airline flight - "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to smoke, the smoking section on this airplane is on the wing and if you can light 'em, you can smoke 'em."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;21. A plane was taking off from Kennedy Airport. After it reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome to Flight Number 293, nonstop from New York to Los Angeles. The weather ahead is good and, therefore, we should have a smooth and uneventful flight. Now sit back and relax... OH, MY GOD!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence followed, and after a few minutes, the captain came back on the intercom and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier. While I was talking to you, the flight attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee in my lap. You should see the front of my pants!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passenger in Coach yelled, "That's nothing. You should see the back of mine!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-3953009043472737490?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3953009043472737490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=3953009043472737490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3953009043472737490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/3953009043472737490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/airline-announcements.html' title='Airline Announcements‏'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-4909402795562670702</id><published>2008-12-22T00:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:14:09.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderisms 2</title><content type='html'>I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of pedestrians: the quick and the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sexually transmitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there? I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta its butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784405518665527348-4909402795562670702?l=forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4909402795562670702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784405518665527348&amp;postID=4909402795562670702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4909402795562670702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784405518665527348/posts/default/4909402795562670702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgottenrainbow.blogspot.com/2008/12/ponderisms-2.html' title='Ponderisms 2'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562652512797196032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bs3cjAEoGo/TWpukpwt1GI/AAAAAAAAC4E/EzOGehZN0lI/s220/DSCI0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784405518665527348.post-689051807689264107</id><published>2008-12-22T00:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:08:24.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 reasons not to mess with children.</title><content type='html'>A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him ".&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children  while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like." Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family answered, "Thou shall not kill."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.  She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white." The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.' A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she'dead."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face." "Yes," the class said.&lt;br /&gt;"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?" A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, "Take all you want. 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