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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween

by Zona and Randy

Sponge Bob Square Pants

Bruce Lee

The Hulk
 
Michael Jackson Thriller   

Aaron Rodgers

Spiderman

Batman


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

A Story with a Moral at the end of it

by Sac Barb



The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.

The next day, the kids came back and, one by one,began to tell their stories.

There were all the regular types of stuff: spilled milk and pennies saved.

But then the teacher asked Janie:

Janie, do you have a story to share?'

''Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops.
She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.

''Good Heavens,' said the horrified teacher. 'What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?

"Stay away from Mommy when she's been drinking."

Sunday, October 28, 2012

I CAN HEAR MUSIC

 by The Beach Boys featuring Kathy Troccoli

Submitted by Just Lin

 
A couple of weeks ago my Idaho friend asked me to listen to this song on YouTube.  It was released in 1969 and I can't say that I remember it but I sure do like it now.  I hadn't heard of Kathy Troccoli before, probably because she is better known as a Christian singer.  I love how her voice sounds on this song and how well it works with the Beach Boys' smooth harmonizing. 





Saturday, October 27, 2012

ONLY A GRANDMOTHER WOULD KNOW...

by Sac Barb

~A Cup of Tea ~

One day my Gramma was out, and my Grampa was in charge of me.

I was maybe 2 1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift, and it was one of my favorite toys.

Grampa was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Gramma came home.

My Grampa made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' Gramma waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Grampa, and she watched him drink it up.

Then she said, (as only a gramma would know), "'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?"