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Friday, December 11th, 2009
8:27 am	VERIZON strikes again ! well yesterday was fun. starting at 5am i called and let them know i couldn't get on line and it's NOT us it's your computer call MS or NORTON. so i wait until 8 and call a neighour she's having the smae problem. i recall verizon and nope it's YOU not us. so i called MS and until 3 in the afternoon am on line. i did things to my computer i didn't know possible. finally at 3 i called norton and we took it off and it still didn't work. so now i call verizon. there's an outage. WHAT ??? grrrrrrrrrrr. to say the least. they will call when it comes back on. i wait and get an operator (tech( and go ..ok BLOWS OUT OF WATER.... they go oh well. we can't help you to put things back in order. so this morning i ended up calling norton (india of course) and they put me back on and had to add a driver system since the one i had wasn't working. sighhh. but i'm back on line and i find out there is a sara witch lover ''friending'' me. her site is ""billy's mine bitch"". doesn't that say alot about her? whoa. so all you kiddies out there go to tardis_lover LJ page and play in the sandbox. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 9th, 2009
6:30 am	SNOW? ok all you from AZ to NY. how ya doing? we got plenty of rain and alittle ice. nothing like FLAGSTAFF's 20 inches. need a shovel? let's see if the post man delivers today! not to mention UPS...FEDEX or the others. sure we'll deliver. HA ! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 8th, 2009
1:19 pm	The Epic of Santa thanks to LoriLady T'was the night before Christmas and all thru the house there were bottles of booze left around by some louse. And the mickey I'd hidden by the chimney with care had been snatchedby some bum ho'd found it right there. My friends for the night had been poured in their beds to wake up in the morning with hung-over heads. My mouth, full of cotton, dropped down with a snap because I was dying for one wee nightcap. When thru the north window there came a loud yell. I sprang to my feet to see, "What the Hell....?" And what to my bloodshot eyes should I see but eight drunken reindeer caught up in a tree. And there in the branches was a man with a sleigh. I knew it was Santa quite tiddley and gay. Staggering nearer those eight reindeer came while he belched and hiccoughed and called them by name, "On Whiskey! On Vodka! We ain't got all night! You too, Gin and Brandy! Now do it all right! Clamber up on the roof and get off this wall! Get going you rummies, we've still a long haul!" So up on the roof went the reindeer and sleigh but a tree branch hit Santa before he could sway. And then to my ears like the roll of a barrell a hell of a noise that was no Christmas carol. So I pulled in my head and bent a sharp ear down the chimney he plunged landing smack on his rear. He was dressed all in red and white fur for trim the way santa swayed he was tanked to the brim. The sack on his back held nothing but booze and the breath that he blew almost put me to snooze. He was both plump and chubby and tried to stand right but he didnt fool 'em he was high as a kite. He spoke not a word as he went about his work and missed half the stockings the drunken old jerk. Then putting his thumb to the end of his nose he fluttered his fingers as he quoted prose. As he sprung for his sleigh at so hasty a pace he tripped on a shingle and he slid on his face. But I heard him call back echoeing thru the night "Merry Christmas, you lushes, Now really get tight!" (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 29th, 2009
7:54 am	Sunday Funnies Holiday ramblings. It’s long and occasionally a confused recitation but there are a few humorous stories. November 19, 2009 Duck! It’s the Holidays. By JOYCE WADLER The weather grows cold, the holidays are bearing down upon us and soon we will find ourselves in that seething caldron of unmannerly behavior: the family holiday gathering. It gets rude in there. Just how rude is exemplified by the story of a teacher from the Midwest who was pregnant with her first child when she attended a large Thanksgiving celebration at the home of her husband’s parents. For months, the teacher’s mother-in-law had been saying that she wanted to be in the waiting room when the teacher went into labor, and the teacher, who recounted her story on the Mothers-in-Law Anonymous section of Grandparents.com, had been politely rebuffing her. So at Thanksgiving dinner, with the family gathered around the table, the mother-in-law (referred to on this site as “MIL”) took the matter into her own hands. “MIL announced to me and the entire family the following,” the teacher wrote. “ ‘I WILL be in the waiting room while DIL is in labor, and all of you are welcome to come too. MY SON will come and give me updates every hour on the hour.’ ” The teacher told this reporter, “I wanted to scream: ‘Are you serious? I’ve told you that I don’t want anyone there and you invite the entire family! Who do you think you are, taking over my first birthing experience?’ But what could I say and remain tactful?” Her violent impulse is not uncommon at family holiday gatherings. Indeed, there are those who claim that there exists, in the archives of The Saturday Evening Post, a Norman Rockwell painting that is entitled “Throttling Granny,” in which a New England farmer has one calloused hand on the throat of a gray-haired lady whose grandchildren cheer him on. Mark Smaller, who heads the public information committee of the American Psychoanalytic Association, said he believes that holidays can provoke “temporary regressions,” in which parents, adult children and siblings, once reunited, revert to decades-old patterns of behavior. “The worst I’ve heard is when a parent says to an adult child, ‘See, when you come you spoil the whole holiday,’ ” Dr. Smaller said. “These kinds of remarks actually keep me and people like me in business.” “What I often say to my patients and myself is, ‘This is temporary,’ ” he said. “Though in the midst of it, it is hard to believe you are going to crawl out of it when the holiday ends.” Clearly, there are many who do not know how to behave when they go home for the holidays — guests, obviously confused by the meaning of “an outing at Grandma’s house,” who choose the occasion to announce to the table that a family member is gay. Or hosts who seat a 19-year-old college student at the children’s table and wonder why he does not return the following year. (Memo to the reader in Washington who is thinking, “That couldn’t be me”: Of course it was you. You couldn’t set up a folding table next to the main table and throw a cloth over it? Shape up!) For all of them — and the rest of you — an etiquette guide. Names have been changed or omitted in many cases to prevent family relations from degrading any more than they already have. Carving the Bird Is an Honor to Be Given, Not Yanked Melissa Pritchard, a designer at William Arthur, a venerable stationery company in West Kennebunk, Me., is too young to recall Thanksgiving in 1965, but the story is part of her family’s holiday lore. It involves a man who was her grandmother’s new husband, someone who, Ms. Pritchard is told, was loud, drunk and liked to pinch his new stepdaughter on her backside. When it came time to carve the turkey, the man — Ms. Pritchard described him in an e-mail message as the “soon-to-be-ex Grandpa” — proclaimed himself the new head of the family and insisted on carving the bird. “He yanked the electric carving knife from my father, not knowing the turkey was trussed with wires,” Ms. Pritchard said. “As the knife came down full speed onto the wires, my father swears actual sparks were ignited. The force of the impact sent the turkey literally flying down the table, where it landed in Great Grandpa Eddy’s lap.” “Well into his 80s by then and a man of few words,” she continued, “Great Grandpa looked quietly down at the steaming turkey in his lap and said, ‘Oh, just a little white meat for me.’ ” Name Calling Is Never Appropriate, Even With Lawyers Some years ago, a successful New York City designer was delighted when a long-lost cousin got in touch. The cousin was tall, blond and beautiful, and had what the designer calls “a big personality.” But when the designer and her sister invited the cousin, her husband and their teenage daughter to Thanksgiving dinner, the gathering quickly became strained. “In a room full of men,” the designer said, her cousin announced that “her 19-year-old daughter was a virgin and she thought it was about time she lost her virginity.” “One of the male guests cracked, obscenely: ‘So should we all get in line?’ ” she said. “That made everyone uncomfortable except my cousin, who seemed to get a charge out of it.” As dinner continued, the cousin flirted with one of the male guests, putting her hand on his leg, and attacked another when she found out he was a lawyer. “She implied — actually, she said — he was a whore because he took money,” the designer said. “They started fighting. He had to leave the room for a while. It became so ugly no one could eat dinner. Finally, an elderly woman, who was like a second mother to me, pulled me aside and told me my cousin was crazy and maybe she should leave.” Awkward. Did she give you any advice about how to handle that? “She said I could say, ‘Maybe it’s a good time for you to leave, because of the traffic.’ So I took the husband aside and that’s what I told him. He took the hint.” Isn’t Asking a Guest to Leave Rude? Good question. Let’s have an emergency consultation with Dr. Smaller. His verdict: “One has to do something to protect oneself if people are acting in a deregulated or unreasonable way.” At Awkward Moments, One Can Never Go Wrong With ‘Would Anyone Care for More Potatoes?’ These days, Nancy Cardozo, a Brooklyn writer, is long married with children of her own. But some years ago, when she was a 19-year-old nanny, she was looking after 14-year-old twins during their parents’ absence at Thanksgiving. Ms. Cardozo was to take the twins to dinner at the home of her employers’ friends, whom she did not know. “Food gets served, plates are passed around,” she said. “There’s a pause. I’m thinking they’re going to say grace or something. The mom takes a long breath and howls, ‘You never loved me!’ ” Ms. Cardozo was horrified — she thought a fight was going to break out. The woman’s husband clutched his knife and fork as if contemplating murder. But their children just rolled their eyes as if this were an everyday, if ludicrous, event, and started eating. Soon, so did the husband and wife and the guests. But Secretly Lacing Those Potatoes With Forbidden Food Groups Is Never Right Memo to Elderly Southern Granny: We’re on to you, lady. Your son-in-law, the New York art director, told us all about how you tried to sneak meat into the vegetables at your Thanksgiving dinner after his teenage daughter became a vegetarian. Bacon fat in the spinach! So rude! You didn’t even feel guilty when the kid resorted to sniffing every veggie that passed before her and finally would have only milk and crackers. Hang your old gray head (for which some blond streaks would do miracles) in shame. But we do admire your ingenuity at disguising what happened to the turkey while it was thawing on the porch. Slapping stuffing on the outside of the bird was an inspired way to hide the fact that it had been partly eaten by a raccoon. Of course, since your daughter asked about it while she was carving, it didn’t really work. Potatoes: Evil Destroyers of Families Several years ago, Eric Marcus, a New York City writer who is now 51, invited his mother to Thanksgiving dinner at his home. There were a number of cookbook writers and professional cooks at the gathering and, if Mr. Marcus may say so, a fantastic selection of food on the long kitchen counter near the dining room. Mr. Marcus’s mother was the last to make her selection, lingering beside the food while everyone, including Mr. Marcus, was seated. “I’m waiting to make my toast welcoming everybody,” said Mr. Marcus, who laughed often as he told his story. “I’m saying, ‘Ma, come sit down.’ She’s noodling around the various foods, and she says, ‘What, no sweet potatoes?’ It was a tone of complaint, she announced it to the assembled crowd, and I was not happy. To her, it wasn’t Thanksgiving unless there were sweet potatoes and marshmallows.” “I thought, nothing will satisfy my mother,” he continued. “I can speak about this with a sense of love — my mother is long dead and I love her — but I wanted to kill her.” It doesn’t sound so awful. This had to be about something more than sweet potatoes. “Suddenly I’m 12 years old and we are someplace when she says something inappropriate and embarrassing yet again,” Mr. Marcus said. “All her life, she has a habit of saying negative things.” Go on? “For Christmas, I once gave her a gift to have the living room painted, because her ceiling was peeling,” he said. “She opens the envelope and there’s a sour look on her face. I say, ‘What’s wrong?’ She says, ‘I hoped you’d pay enough for the whole apartment to be painted.’ ” “When I was 14, I saved my baby-sitting money to buy my mother a cameo brooch,” he said. “She opens the box and she has that sour look. I say, ‘What’s wrong?’ She says, ‘Well, it’s more your taste than mine.’ ” “It wasn’t just the sweet potatoes,” he added. “It was a lifetime of she always finds a way to be disappointed.” Oh, to Be Done With This and Have a Shrink’s Perfect Family! At Dr. Smaller’s Thanksgiving dinner, “I do all the cooking,” he said. “One year, I was cooking the turkey in a very particular way — it was going to be slowly cooking. I came back and the temperature had been raised. I said, ‘Who raised the temperature?’ My mother said she did, because I had the temperature on too low. I said: ‘You know, Mom, the irony here is that you taught me how to cook and to appreciate cooking. You also taught me that a cook’s kitchen is his or her kitchen — and you’re not to interfere with how I cook the turkey.’ ” “This has become family legend,” he said. “She says, ‘I love to go into the kitchen, but I’m not allowed!’ ” We’re Nominating Him for the Nobel Peace Prize We end our lesson in holiday etiquette with a truly uplifting story: the tale of a 44-year-old New York City interior designer and his longtime boyfriend, a successful international lawyer, age 50, who invited the lawyer’s parents to spend the Christmas holidays with them at their Manhattan apartment and their newly renovated upstate New York house. The relationship between the designer and his partner’s mother had never been good, but he was determined to be of good cheer. The guests’ rude behavior began early. The parents, who were asked not to bring their new puppy along, brought it. He did what puppies who have not been housebroken usually do. The designer cleaned it up without comment. When his partner’s mother was an hour and a half late after being asked to be ready to leave the apartment at noon on the day they were driving to the country, to avoid traffic — and then insisted on having lunch — the designer said nothing. “I was determined to be Mr. Light and Easy, the perfect little son-in-law,” he said. Arriving at the country house — for which his partner’s mother had not one word of praise, a particularly hurtful thing to a designer — the designer and his partner made just one request: keep the puppy out of the dining room. “I had ordered a custom rug, but it didn’t come in time for Christmas,” the designer said. “The vendor was kind enough to lend me a rug. I say they are welcome to let the dog go anywhere in the house, just not the dining room, and we close the doors.” One senses — actually, smells — the ending to the story. “Next morning, I wake up and there is dog poop all over the dining room,” the designer said. “I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t even upset. It was more like, ‘Wow, that’s an amazing piece of information.’ ” When his partner’s mother woke up, he asked her to clean it up. “She says, ‘Could you just have it cleaned and send me the bill?’ and heads up the stairs. She says it in this tone as if I was inconveniencing her. So here I am, on my hands and knees, scrubbing up dog poop. I still thought, I’m not going to be the cause of a bad time for his family. No big deal, no big deal, all light and good.” Then came Christmas Eve dinner, at which his partner’s mother started picking on his partner. The designer could not take it: picking on him was one thing, picking on the person he loved was another. He turned to his guest and delivered a short assessment of her character, in words that cannot be printed in this newspaper. “She started screaming what a terrible decorator I was and other things,” the designer said. “Finally, I say to her, ‘I can’t believe you’re speaking this way to me in my own house.’ She says, ‘Is it your house? Did you pay for it with your own money?’ I said, ‘I did, and you have one hour to get out.’ ” “I kicked his 80-year-old parents out of my house Christmas Eve,” he said. How was the rest of the holiday? “It was fabulous,” the designer said. “They left, the rest of his family came up, they were thrilled by this beautiful house; every fireplace was lit, all six of them. It was unfortunate, but we had a terrific Christmas.” ********** Daddy, how was I born? A little boy goes to his father and asks 'Daddy, how was I born?' The father answers, 'Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other. There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: Scroll down... 'You got Male! *********** BEWARE OF THESE NEW COMPUTER VIRUSES! AIRLINE LUGGAGE VIRUS - You're in Dallas, but your data is in Singapore. ALZHEIMER'S VIRUS - It makes your computer forget where it put your files. ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER VIRUS v 1.0 - It terminates and stays resident. It'll be back! BILL CLINTON VIRUS v 1.0 - It has a six inch hard drive and no memory. Freezes entire system due to unresolved memory conflicts. BOB DOLE (aka Viagra) VIRUS - Makes a new hard drive out of an old floppy. DISNEY VIRUS - Everything in the computer goes Goofy. FRENCH VIRUS - garbles some files and then displays a message asking you for help. If you click OK, it just garbles more files and asks for help again. If you click Cancel, it displays the message, "I surrender!" and shuts down your computer. If you click Ignore, it scans your computer for the German and Russian viruses. If the French, Russian, and German viruses find each other, they merge into a single virus that conflicts with the George W. Bush virus, slowing it down. GEORGE W. BUSH VIRUS v 1.0 - Doesn't do anything, but you can't get rid of it until November. GEORGE W. BUSH VIRUS v 2.0 - Tells you it's going to eliminate all other viruses from your computer but that it may take a long time. Then it actually does scan your computer and eliminate viruses. It also scans for Programs of Mass Destruction (PMD), which are programs that destroy a lot of files if they are run. PMDs may be caused by a number of other viruses, such as the Saddam Hussein virus. The only problems with the George Bush virus are that it uses up a lot of your computer's resources while it's scanning, it never seems to find any PMDs, and it keeps switching the background color on your computer screen back and forth between yellow and orange. HILLARY CLINTON VIRUS v 1.0 - Files disappear, only to reappear mysteriously a year later, in another directory. HILLARY CLINTON VIRUS v 2.0 - sets the "hidden" attribute on all your accounting files and tells you your computer won't run in 2004 or 2008. Many experts believe this virus may become its most dangerous in 2008. HOWARD STERN VIRUS - One of the dirtiest viruses around. It writes 4 letter words to all of your files just to annoy the operating system. It also installs an X-rated GIF on your hard drive. Very popular. HURRICANE VIRUS - It blows away all your files, then tells you the government will help you rebuild them. MAFIA VIRUS - You don't want it, but you're afraid to get rid of it. MARTHA STEWART VIRUS - Takes all your files, sorts them by category and folds them into cute little doilies to be displayed on your desktop. MOM VIRUS- Places a phone call to your mother every time you click on an adult website. MONICA LEWINSKY VIRUS v 1.0 - It sucks the juice out of your system, but only affects laptops. Then, it emails everyone about what it did. This later activates the Independent Counsel virus. NEWT GINGRICH VIRUS - It repartitions your hard disk into two volumes yet allocates most of the available resources to the 'Right' partition. When attacked by anti-virus software from the 'left' partition, it terminates and restarts to continue its work as a background process. NIKE VIRUS - Just does it. O.J. SIMPSON VIRUS v 1.0 - It claims that it did not, could not, and would not delete two of your files and vows to find the virus that did it. O.J. SIMPSON VIRUS v 2.0 (Often accompanied by the Johnny Cochran Virus.) – You know it's guilty of trashing your system, but you just can't prove it. Every time you try to search for a file, it runs "Pro Golf Tour 2000" instead. OPRAH WINFREY VIRUS - Your 200MB hard drive suddenly shrinks to 80MB, and then slowly expands back to 200MB. PAUL REVERE VIRUS - This revolutionary virus does not horse around. It warns you of impending hard disk attack- Once, if by LAN; twice if by C. POLITICALLY CORRECT VIRUS v 1.0 - Never calls itself a "virus," but instead refers to itself as an "electronic microorganism." POLITICALLY CORRECT VIRUS v 2.0 - Rephrases the "Abort, Retry, Fail" prompt as "Choice, Retry, Success-Impaired". PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION VIRUS - Makes your browser stop at every website. RICHARD NIXON VIRUS - Also known as the "Tricky Dick Virus", you can wipe it out but it always makes a comeback. Popular in China. RIGHT TO LIVE VIRUS v 1.0 - Won't allow you to delete a file, regardless of how old it is. Prints, “Oh, no, you don't!”, whenever you choose Abort from the "Abort, Retry, Fail" message. RODNEY DANGERFIELD VIRUS - Gets no respect. Only allows data do be displayed as one-liners. DAVID DUKE VIRUS - Makes your screen go completely white. RUSH LIMBAUGH VIRUS v 1.0 - Probably the most dangerous virus we've ever seen. It occupies 50Mb, complains about all the other files, than eats them. It's so stupid you don't take it seriously until it's too late. TEENAGER VIRUS - Your PC stops every few seconds to ask for money. TEXAS VIRUS - Makes sure that it's bigger than any other file. TITANIC VIRUS - Makes your whole computer go down. You get a sinking feeling when your system crashes. TOBACCO INDUSTRY VIRUS - It contends that there is no reliable scientific evidence that viruses can harm you computer or that it targets adolescent computer users. *************** it's short because YOU all wer on holiday !! and eatin turkey !! (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 26th, 2009
2:21 pm	'was the night before thanksgiving ok a few people have never heard the story of ""the smoked mouse"". so here it is. and god it's the truth... so help me. and after reading it...NOT ONE WORD ya hear ? i get it EVERY year. sighhh. a friend invited me over for the usual thanksgiving dinner and asked if i would make the pies. she could cook but not bake well. so sure, i mean she was doing the big stuff. so i made a pumpkin and an apple pie. i threw the pumpkin in the oven to cook and 1 1/2 hours later it still had not 'set'. mmm. so i took it out and put it on top of a towel on top of the stove, then threw the apple pie in. an hour later out came the apple pie and i picked the pumpkin pie back up and threw it into the oven...hoping it would finish cooking. then i came back upstairs to continue watching tv. a few minutes later i hear something. what IS that? i go part of the way down the stairs and realize it's the smoke detecor going crazy. i run the rest of the way down and straight into the kitchen. i open the oven door and FLAMES come out! i slam the door closed and start to PANIC! oh god! what do i do? call 911! so i did that and then i see that i was also boiling a pot of water on the stove to get mositure into the air. i can use that water to kill the flames! right? WRONG. it's an ELECTRIC oven you idiot i thought...you'd zzzzzap yourself. TURN THE OVEN OFF. duh. so i turned off the oven and THEN threw the water into the oven. that produced bellows of black smoke rolling out of the oven. the fire came from the TOWEL, which i did not see sticking to the bottom of the pumpkin pie. thanks to my lack of vision, it went into the oven and dropped right on the coils. Now, what is it that i heard? right the fire department! i'm opening the door for them and running back into the kitchen and i look into the living room and see..... a tiny mouse laying on the runner....feet up in the air. i reconized him right away. how did i reconize a mouse? well all summer long this little mouse would run across our feet when we mowed the lawn. the first few times, he almost gave us a cardiac (?) arrest. so we called him cardiac. i KNEW that mouse. so anyway, i go over and push on his tummy and a little poof of smoke came out. OH MY GOD I KILLED HIM !! i run to the door and point to the firemen ""he's in there! quick! help him! he's DYING!" they go racing in and looking. WHERE? there! THERE ! lady it's a freakin MOUSE. i know but it's cardiac! they just looked at me, then one of them walked outside and said ""ok who's the rookie here?"" some sweet young man raised his hand. ""go in there and do CPR on a mouse."" the firemen opened all the doors and windows and ran the fan for a few minutes and checked to make sure the fire was out. and the young man was just looking down at the mouse and then me. PLEASE DO SOMETHING !! lady he's DEAD. i was sobbing. they left and told me NOT to cook again. now every year the fire department comes around the neighourhood in the truck with lights and siren going and some guy dressed as santa. they never fail to stop by and make sure i've NOT cooked anything.....and not let me live the incident down. i'm not sure if i should be thankful or kill them. i buried the mouse int he garden. all i can ever think of is mrs catdiac gathering her brood of little ones crying ""he just went out for a piece of cheese>"" and he's never come home. sighhh. so that my friend is the smoked mouse story. and it's the turth. HOW could i make up a story like that? (Comment on this)
7:14 am	sniff sniff i got this today from a friend. made me sniffle. i'm the lucky one. his morning I searched my wallet. It was empty. Then, I checked my pockets I found a few coins I then searched my heart and found you. Then, I realized how rich I really am... Thanks for being my friend and e-mail buddy! May you be as rich as I am Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass It's about learning to dance in the rain. Hugs and blessings to you (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
7:22 am	Happy Turkey Dar !! TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP. I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP. THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE, BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT. TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION, THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION. SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR, AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE. I GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES, PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES. I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND, 'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND. I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY, WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE. BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES.... HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE. MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP. MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP. MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS. MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE, MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!! ~~~~unknown (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
6:16 am	MICRO CENTER just keeps rolling DOWN i called BRENDA yesterday to see what was up. she said call you right back after i talk to GEROGE in the ROCKVILLE store. a few minutes later...ring ring. she said that they were not sure what my geek did. well he opened the case to see the problem and there were many...but. so george said "THEY HAD THE SYSTEM"" and they are fixing it. the next time we drive down there we have to make sure the system is working BEFORE we leave the store."" say what? when did my geek deliver the system? he had an eye operation and can't drive.... so i say OK ...and call my geek. the system is sitting in front of him. now WHO IN THE HECK IS LYING THRU THEIR TEETH??? i know my geek isn't because like i said we picked the system up thursday and he checked it out on friday and had the eye operation on monday. and can't drive. GEORGE said he had never heard from BRENDA at all. all of these was news to him. BRENDA tells me that sh'es in contact with him all the time. it would be nice if the right hand knew what the left hand was doing. all i can say is DO NOT USE MICROCENTER for your computer needs. they are a crappy and unethical not to mention do a lousy job computer store. (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
9:10 am	Sunday Funnies A man was driving down the road and ran out of gas. Just at that moment, a bee flew in his window. The bee said, 'What seems to be the problem?' 'I'm out of gas,' the man replied. The bee told the man to wait right there and flew away. Minutes later, the man watched as an entire swarm of bees flew to his car and into his gas tank. After a few minutes, the bees flew out. 'Try it now,' said one bee. The man turned the ignition key and the car started right up. 'Wow!' the man exclaimed, 'what did you put in my gas tank'? The bee answered, Wait for it.wait for it.. You're just gonna love this.. BP I see you smiling ************ This is such a beautiful story of a bagpiper who was late for a funeral. As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man who had no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery in the remote countryside and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there. As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost and being a typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew who were eating lunch but the hearse was nowhere in sight. I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to the side of the open grave where I saw the vault lid already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but this was the proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I played out my heart and soul. As I played the workers began to weep. I played and I played like I'd never played before, from Going Home and The Lord is My Shepherd to Flowers of the Forest . I closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace and walked to my car. As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, Sweet Jeezuz, Mary 'n Joseph, I have never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years. ************** takes a couple minutes, but a nice trip down memory lane for most of us This is almost 11 minutes long but I bet that you will watch & listen at least once. You will love these. IT WILL BRING BACK LOTS OF WONDERFUL MEMORIES. Click here: YouTube - AFI's 100 Movie Quotes (Musical Montage) http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=69DSirS0w30 ****************** I swear someone must be following me around for years. Situation: You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house: mowing the lawn, repairing the fence, painting the living room, whatever. You are hot, sweaty, covered in dirt or paint. You have on your old work clothes. You KNOW the outfit, shorts with the hole in the crotch, old T-shirt with an odd stain and an old pair of tennis shoes. Right in the middle of this great home improvement you realize you need to run to Lowe’s or Home Depot for something to essential to complete the job. Depending on your age you might do the following: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In your 20's: Stop what you’re doing. Shave, shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror. Flex. Add a dab of after-shave because you never know, you might meet some hot chick in the checkout line. Plus, you went to school with that pretty girl running the register. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your 30's: Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You married the hot chick. so no need for much else. Wash your hands, comb your hair, check yourself in the mirror. Ah, still got it! Add a shot of after-shave to mask the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister of someone you went to school with. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your 40's: Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that covers the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your Brut Cologne is almost empty so you don't want to waste it on a hardware store. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel a little weird even thinking she’s spicy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your 50's: Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on; wipe your hands on your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dog doo-doo in your car. Check yourself in the mirror and swear to throw that shirt away because it makes you look fat. The Cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Until you remember your hat is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar and says, 'I Got Worms .' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your 60's: Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Wipe the dog doo-doo off in the grass. The mirror was shattered years ago and is still on the To Do list. You hope you have on underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have your glasses on so you aren’t sure. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your 70's: Stop what you are doing. Delay your trip until the Drug Store also has your prescriptions ready. Don't notice the dog doo-doo on your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of her grandfather. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your 80's: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Stop again. Now you remember you needed to go to Home Depot. Go to Wal-Mart instead, and wander around trying to remember what you’re After. Fart out loud and think you heard someone call your name. You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your 90's & beyond: What's a home deep hoe? Something a garden? Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted? ********************** ~~~~~~~~ A Redneck passed away and left his entire estate to his beloved widow . . . but she can't touch it 'till she's 14. **************** How do you know when you're staying in a Redneck motel? When you call the front desk and say, " I gotta leak in my sink, and the clerk replies ..... "Go ahead." *********** Did you hear that they have raised the minimum drinking age for Rednecks to 32 ??? It seems they want to keep alcohol out of the high schools. ************ Two reasons why it's so hard to solve a Redneck murder: 1) The DNA is all the same 2) There are no dental records ********* Who invented the toothbrush? A Redneck!! (If it had been invented by anyone else, it would have been a teeth brush) ************ Did you hear about the $3 million Redneck Lottery ? The winner gets $3.00 a year for a million years. ************* A new Redneck law was just recently passed When a couple gets divorced, they are STILL cousins. ********* Did you hear that the Redneck Governor's Mansion burned down? 'Yep.. Prit'near took out the whole trailer park.. The library was a total loss too. Both books went poof . . . up in flames and the Governor hadn't even finished coloring one of them.' ********** A State Trooper pulls over a pickup on Highway 16 and says to the driver, 'Got any I.D. ? ' . . and the driver replies 'Bout wut?' ********* An elderly gentleman.... Had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100% The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, 'Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.' The gentleman replied, 'Oh, I haven't told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!' An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great.. I would recommend it very highly.' The other man said, 'What is the name of the restaurant?' The first man thought and thought and finally said, 'What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love? You know.... The one that's red and has thorns.' 'Do you mean a rose?' 'Yes, that's the one,' replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, 'Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?' Couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember .. Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks. 'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?' 'Sure..' 'Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks. 'No, I can remember it.' 'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?' He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.' 'I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she asks. Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!' Then he toddles into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, The old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.. She stares at the plate for a moment. 'Where's my toast ?' A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy: 'So I hear you're getting married?' 'Yep!' 'Do I know her?' 'Nope!' 'This woman, is she good looking?' 'Not really.' 'Is she a good cook?' 'Naw, she can't cook too well.' 'Does she have lots of money?' 'Nope! Poor as a church mouse.' 'Well, then, is she good in bed?' 'I don't know.' 'Why in the world do you want to marry her then?' 'Because she can still drive!' Three old guys are out walking. First one says, 'Windy, isn't it?' Second one says, 'No, it's Thursday!' Third one says, 'So am I. Let's go get a beer..' A man was telling his neighbor, 'I just bought a new hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it's state of the art.. It's perfect.' 'Really,' answered the neighbor . 'What kind is it?' 'Twelve thirty..' Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical. A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.. A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morris and said, 'You're really doing great, aren't you?' Morris replied, 'Just doing what you said, Doc: 'Get a hot mamma and be cheerful.'' The doctor said, 'I didn't say that.. I said, 'You've got a heart murmur; be careful.' One more. . .! A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool.. After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split. The waitress asked kindly, 'Crushed nuts?' 'No,' he replied, 'Arthritis.' Now , before you 'forget', send them on to some other folks you know who could use a good laugh !! ************** and since it's thanksgiving week... remember you are what yoiu eat.... and my favorite thanksgiving joke.... how do you keep a turkey is suspense? (Comment on this)
Friday, November 20th, 2009
7:53 am	so much for new floors after all that... getting the new floors. i kill them in one sllllooop. i heard something drop but didn't know what it was. i came upstairs and was on the phone for an hour. then i headed back downstairs and smelled it. OMG !! the thing i dropped (well hit off a table) was MOP AND GLO. now i'm NOT suppost to use any liquids on the floor...for a reason. well 3 hours and 5 paper towel rolls later.... i get it up. this morning i check and sure enought the edges are buckled. my new floor less then a week and boom screwed. when i come home from getting new glasses ordered i'll call the guy up and see what's what. i can't believe i did that. i sat down last night and cried. damn it. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 16th, 2009
8:17 am	fall clean up i'm clearing out people who do not respond to e mails i've sent. if you got one and aren't interested any more...please UNCLICK me as a friend. i've probably already done that and would like to remove you. since LIVEJOURNAL doesn't want to respond to e mails...if you can get one to them...i've got a ton of people on there who are no longer using their accounts and are too lazy to delete them. so get on the stick. if you aren't going to use LJ or read...delete your account. it would save space on the internet. lord knows there's enough stuff on it. thanks. (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 15th, 2009
11:37 am	PURRSIMMONS i got margy a 'cat' to inspire her for the cat in the MAGGIE AND DELLA MYSTERIES. she's got an allergy to cats ans so this is the next best thing. amazing what they are doing with stuffed animals now days. http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v376/rosietherivter/?action=view¤t=Pursimmon.flv (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 14th, 2009
5:17 pm	SUNDAY FUNNIES... early edition ! ahh just because i am bored out of my mind right now. i HEARD THAT !!. well i'm doing the SUNDAY FUNNIES now. enjoy. ******************* http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1785324681?bclid=1338935106&bctid=1913313052 it's pretty and a nice way to start the day *************** An old Pilot sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him... She turned to the pilot and asked, 'Are you a real pilot?' He replied, 'Well, I've spent my whole life flying biplanes, Cubs, Aeronca's, Nieuports, flew in WWII in a B-29, and later in the Korean conflict, taught 50 people to fly and gave rides to hundreds, so I guess I am a pilot.' She said, 'I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about naked women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about naked women. When I shower, I think about naked women When I watch TV, I think about naked women. It seems everything makes me think of naked women.' The two sat sipping in silence. A little while later, a young man sat down on the other side of the old pilot and asked, 'Are you a real pilot?' He replied, 'I always thought I was, but I just found out I’m a lesbian. *************** LOUD SEX A wife went in to see a therapist and said, 'I've got a big problem, doctor. Every time we're in bed and my husband climaxes, He lets out this ear splitting yell.' 'My dear,' the shrink said, 'that's completely natural. I don't see what the problem is.' 'The problem is,' she complained, 'it wakes me up!' *************** New Mexico Chili Cookoff If you can read this whole story without laughing, then there's no hope for you. I was crying by the end. This is an actual account as relayed to paramedics at a chili cook-off in New Mexico. Note: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better. For those of you who have lived in New Mexico, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chili Cook-off about the time Halloween comes around. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the Santa Fe Plaza. Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chile taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield, IL. Frank: 'Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native New Mexicans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy; and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge #3.' Here are the scorecard notes from the event: CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick. Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild. Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These New Mexicans are crazy. CHILI # 2 - EL RANCHO'S AFTERBURNER CHILI Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang. Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously. Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people whowanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face. CHILI # 3 - ALFREDO'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers. Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting sh*t-faced from all of the beer. CHILI # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing. Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili. Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. woman is starting to look HOT ... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac? CHILI # 5 - LISA'S LEGAL LIP REMOVER Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Jalapeno peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive. Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the jalapeno peppers make a strong statement. Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them. CHILI # 6 - VARGA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers. Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic. Superb. Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone. CHILI # 7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers. Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably. Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing. It's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach. CHILI # 8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHILI Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence. Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor fella, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili? Judge # 3 -- No report. ************* Cowboy's Honeymoon A Montana cowboy and his wife had just got married and found a nice hotel for their wedding night. The man approached the front desk and asked for a room. He said, 'We're on our honeymoon and we need a nice room with a good strong bed. The clerk winked, 'You want the 'Bridal'?' The cowboy reflected on this for a moment and then replied, Nope, I reckon not. I'll just hold onto her ears until she gets used to it.' *************** my ancestral home !! and my cousin the videographer !! http://www.youtube.com/user/digitallnow#p/a/u/0/Xb3VYMvy-IA ************** You need to read & then pass this on! The following letter read on Glenn Beck's show, is rapidly circulating around the country. Americans everywhere identify with this 53-year-old woman. She has given us a voice. GLENN BECK: I got a letter from a woman in Arizona . She writes an open letter to our nation's leadership: "I am a home grown American citizen, 53, registered Democrat all my life. Before the last presidential election I registered as a Republican because I no longer felt the Democratic Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. Now I no longer feel the Republican Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. The fact is I no longer feel any political party or representative in Washington represents my views or works to pursue the issues important to me. Instead, we are burdened with Congressional Dukes and Duchesses who think they know better than the citizens they are supposed to represent. There must be someone. Please tell me who you are. Please stand up and tell me that you are there and that you're willing to fight for our Constitution as it was written. Please stand up now. You might ask yourself what my views and issues are that I would feel so horribly disenfranchised by both major political parties. What kind of nut-job am I? Well, these briefly are the views and issues for which I seek representation: One, illegal immigration. I want you to stop coddling illegal immigrants and secure our borders. Close the underground tunnels. Stop the violence and the trafficking in drugs and people. No amnesty, not again. Been there, done that, no resolution. P.S., I'm not a racist. This is not to be confused with legal immigration. Two, the STIMULUS bill. I want it repealed and I want no further funding supplied to it. We told you NO, but you did it anyway. I want the remaining unfunded 95% repealed. Freeze, repeal. Three, Czars. I want the circumvention of our constitutional checks and balances stopped immediately. Fire the czars. No more czars. Government officials answer to the process, not to the president. Stop trampling on our Constitution, and honor it. Four, cap and trade. The debate on global warming is not over. There are many conflicting opinions and it is too soon for this radical legislation. Quit throwing our nation into politically-correct quicksand. Five, universal healthcare. I will not be rushed into another expensive decision that will burden me, my children, and grandchildren. Don't you dare try to pass this in the middle of the night without even reading it. Slow down! Fix only what is broken -- we have the best health care system in the world -- and test any new program in one or two states first. Six, growing government control. I want states rights and sovereignty fully restored. I want less government in my life, not more. More is not better! Shrink it down. Mind your own business. You have enough to take care of with your real [Constitutional] obligations. Why don't you start there. Seven, ACORN. I do not want ACORN and its affiliates in charge of our 2010 census. I want them investigated. I also do not want mandatory escrow fees contributed to them every time on every real estate deal that closes -- how did they pull that one off? Stop the funding to ACORN and its affiliates pending impartial audits and investigations. I do not trust them with taking the census with our taxpayer money. I don't trust them with any of our taxpayer money. Face up to the allegations against them and get it resolved before taxpayers get any more involved with them. If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, hello. Stop protecting your political buddies. You work for us, the people. Investigate. Eight, redistribution of wealth. No, no, no. I work for my money. It is mine. I have always worked for people with more money than I have because they gave me jobs -- and that is the only redistribution of wealth that I will support. I never got a job from a poor person! Why do you want me to hate my employers? And what do you have against shareholders making a profit? Nine, charitable contributions. Although I never got a job from a poor person, I have helped many in need. Charity belongs in our local communities, where we know our needs best and can use our local talent and our local resources. Butt out, please. We want to do it ourselves. Ten, corporate bailouts. Knock it off. Every company must sink or swim like the rest of us. If there are hard times ahead, we'll be better off just getting into it and letting the strong survive. Quick and painful. (Have you ever ripped off a Band-Aid?) We will pull together. Great things happen in America under great hardship. Give us the chance to innovate. We cannot disappoint you more than you have disappointed us. Eleven, transparency and accountability. How about it? No, really, how about it? Let's have it. Let's say we give the buzzwords a rest and have some straight honest talk. Please stop trying to manipulate and appease me with clever wording. I am not the idiot you obviously take me for. Stop sneaking around and meeting in back rooms making deals with your friends. It will only be a prelude to your criminal investigation. Stop hiding things from me. Twelve, unprecedented quick spending. Stop it now. Take a breath. Listen to the people. Slow down and get some input from nonpoliticians and experts on the subject. Stop making everything an emergency. Stop speed-reading our bills into law. I am not an activist. I am not a community organizer. Nor am I a terrorist, a militant or a violent person. I am a parent and a grandparent. I work. I'm busy. I am busy, and I am tired. I thought we elected competent people to take care of the business of government so that we could work, raise our families, pay our bills, have a little recreation, complain about taxes, endure our hardships, pursue our personal goals, cut our lawn, wash our cars on the weekends and be responsible contributing members of society and teach our children to be the same all while living in the home of the free and land of the brave. I entrusted you with upholding the Constitution. I believed in the checks and balances to keep from getting far off course. What happened? You are very far off course. Do you really think I find humor in the hiring of a speed reader to unintelligently ramble all through a bill that you signed into law without knowing what it contained? I do not. It is a mockery of the responsibility I have entrusted to you. It is a slap in the face. I am not laughing at your arrogance. Why is it that I feel as if you would not trust me to make a single decision about my own life and how I would live it but you should expect that I should trust you with the debt that you have laid on all of us and our children. We did not want the TARP bill. We said no. We would repeal it if we could. I am sure that we still cannot. There is needless urgency and recklessness in all of your recent spending of our tax dollars. From my perspective, it seems that all of you have gone insane. I also know that I am far from alone in these feelings. Do you honestly feel that your current pursuits have merit to patriotic Americans? We want it to stop. We want to put the brakes on everything that is being rushed by us and forced upon us. We want our voice back. You have forced us to put our lives on hold to straighten out the mess that you are making. We will have to give up our vacations, our time spent with our children, any relaxation time we may have had and money we cannot afford to spend on bringing our concerns to Washington . Our president often knows all the right buzzwords like unsustainable. Well, no kidding. How many tens of thousands of dollars did the focus group cost to come up with that word? We don't want your overpriced words. Stop treating us like we're morons. We want all of you to stop focusing on your reelection and do the job we want done, not the job you want done or the job your party wants done. You work for us and at this rate I guarantee you not for long because we are coming. We will be heard and we will be represented.. You think we're so busy with our lives that we will never come for you? We are the formerly silent majority, all of us who quietly work, pay taxes, obey the law, vote, save money, keep our noses to the grindstone... and we are now looking at you. You have awakened us, the patriotic freedom spirit so strong and so powerful that it had been sleeping too long. You have pushed us too far. Our numbers are great. They may surprise you. For every one of us who will be there, there will be hundreds more that could not come. Unlike you, we have their trust. We will represent them honestly, rest assured. They will be at the polls on voting day to usher you out of office. We have canceled vacations. We will use our last few dollars saved. We will find the representation among us and a grassroots campaign will flourish. We didn't ask for this fight. But the gloves are coming off. We do not come in violence, but we are angry. You will represent us or you will be replaced with someone who will. There are candidates among us who will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes that you have made of our constitution. Democrat, Republican, independent, libertarian. Understand this. We don't care. Political parties are meaningless to us. Patriotic Americans are willing to do right by us and our Constitution, and that is all that matters to us now. We are going to fire all of you who abuse power and seek more. It is not your power. It is ours and we want it back. We entrusted you with it and you abused it. You are dishonorable. You are dishonest. As Americans we are ashamed of you. You have brought shame to us. If you are not representing the wants and needs of your constituency loudly and consistently, in spite of the objections of your party, you will be fired. Did you hear? We no longer care about your political parties. You need to be loyal to us, not to them. Because we will get you fired and they will not save you. If you do or can represent me, my issues, my views, please stand up. Make your identity known. You need to make some noise about it. Speak up. I need to know who you are. If you do not speak up, you will be herded out with the rest of the sheep and we will replace the whole damn congress if need be one by one. We are coming. Are we coming for you? Who do you represent? What do you represent? Listen. Because we are coming. We the people are coming." God Bless America and America, Bless God Kathy Crow ************ BOB HOPE IN HEAVEN For those of you too young to remember Bob, ask your Grandparents!!! And thanks for the memories.......... WHAT A WONDERFUL E-MAIL I H OPE THIS WILL PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART. Tribute to a man who DID make a difference: ON TURNING 70 'You still chase women, but only downhill'. ON TURNING 80 'That's the time of your life when even your birthday suit needs pressing.' ON TURNI NG 90 'You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.' ON TURNING 100 ' I don't feel old. In fact I don't feel anything until noon. Then it's time for my nap.' ON GIVING UP HIS EARLY CAREER, BOXING 'I ruined my hands in the ring.. The referee kept stepping on them.' ON NEVER WINNING AN OSCAR 'Welcome to the Academy Awards or, as it's called at my home, 'Passover'.' ON GOLF 'Golf is my profession. Show business is just to pay the green fees.' ON PRESIDENTS ' I have performed for 12 presidents and entertained only six.' ON WHY HE CHOSE SHOWBIZ FOR HIS CAREER ' When I was born, the doctor said to my mother, 'Congratulations You have an eight-pound ham' ..' ON RECEIVING THE CONGRESSIONAL GOLD MEDAL 'I feel very humble, but I think I have the strength of character to fight it.' ON HIS FAMILY'S EARLY POVERTY 'Four of us slept in the one bed When it got cold, mother threw on another brother.' ON HIS SIX BROTHERS 'That's how I learned to dance. Waiting for the bathroom.' ON HIS EARLY FAILURES 'I would not have had anything to eat if it wasn't for the stuff the audience threw at me.' ON GOING TO HEAVEN 'I've done benefits for ALL religions. I'd hate to blow the hereafter on a technicality.' Give me a sense of humor. Lord, Give me the grace to see a joke, to get some humor out of life. ************** New Laptop Computer from Israel The future is here. It seems even APPLE could learn something! The new laptop computer Click over the following link http://manneli.com/movies/Laptop.html ****************** Walking The Dog A little girl asked her Mom, 'Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?' Mom replies, 'No, because she is in heat.' 'What's that mean?' asked the child. 'Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage.' The little girl goes to the garage and says, 'Dad, may I take Belle for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said the dog was in heat, and to come to you.' Dad said, 'Bring Belle over here.' He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said 'OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the block.' The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash. Surprised, Dad asked, 'Where's Belle?' The little girl said, 'She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, so another dog is pushing her home.' ******************* see ya next week !! (Comment on this)
Friday, November 13th, 2009
1:59 pm	LUNA...it's time to LOVE your floors well well well, my new kitchen floor is being put in right now another hour and they will be done. and WOW. lUNA"S saying is ""it's time to love your floors"". well I LOVE IT !!! i honestly was thrown a curve ball. i THOUGHT i ordered one piece vinyl flooring. turns out it was WOOD PLANK floors...same thing as my living room aka PERGO floors. no wonder it costs the price. but but but it has a LIFETIME transferable warrenty on the floor !!! so how great is that !!! it will take another two times to finish off the computer room and then the stairs. i'm paying it off it parts rather then the whole thing at one time. so the sweet dude ROBERT is really doing me a great favor. also it's in my bathroom and they had to disconnect the toliet and put the floor under that and put on a whole new wax ring. wow. amazing. it looks GGGGGGGGGGGREAT. and the new ORECK steam cleaner i got.... can' tuse it. well not on that floor. just a wet SWIFTER or damp paper towel. nothing else...no MR CLEAN or anything. think of the money i will be saving there! wow !!! i'm really loving this floor even if i can not see it !!! i'm almost giggie about it. what a pick me up this is. so if you are looking for a new floor. call LUNA and ask for ROBERT or call me and i will give you his number. all thumbs up for LUNA a compnay based in chaicago. they are spreading their wings a bit and cominginto several cities now. get them if you need a new floor. oh you will be happy !! i have two installers Justin and Steve. both SWEETIES! and not bad looking too. they are working so hard and making it perfect. they even let me feel the panels and explained how they work. i like that since i can't see it any more. not too many installers would stop and take the time. LUNA >>>>> I LOVE MY FLOOR !!! i'll deal with MRICRO CENTER tomorrow. i don't want to spoil my good mood. (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 12th, 2009
5:12 pm	glup glup IDA"S HERE !! and man is she dumping the rain ! and the wind! wow 50 miles per hour winds and high tides. it's the damp kinda chill too. well guess it is better NOW then in january and this being a nor'easter...we'ld be hip deep in snow. so good thing i guess. but in all that...we drove down to MICRO CENTER. i'll be posting about that later. right now i got a day's worth of work to do downstairs. i'm getting a new kitchen floor and need to clean up and out my kitchen, bath and hall way. not to mention trying to figure out how and what to eat since i will not be able to get into the kitchen most of the day. sooooo. stay tune for the contining saga of MICRO CENTER. and i'll let you know how LUNA floors is. plus... got a sweetie of a computer geek !! if you are up north and to the east... ie UK. get ready for IDA. she's a well you know. the animals will be lineing up !! (Comment on this)
Monday, November 9th, 2009
6:09 am	GO BUCCINO !! my grandma's town is up and coming ! thanks to my cousin Q for the clip. he is also the videographer of this piece. it's showing the town, the pieces of items made there and found there. my family goes back to 9 BC in that town! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMxFui-9avM (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 8th, 2009
8:47 am	SUNDAY FUNNIES good morning. hey the stores are stocked already for christmas sooooo.. *Twas the month before Christmas* *When all through our land,* *Not a Christian was praying* *Nor taking a stand.* *See the PC Police had taken away,* *The reason for Christmas - no one could say.* *The children were told by their schools not to sing,* *About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.* *It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say* * December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.* *Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit* *Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!* *CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod* *Something was changing, something quite odd! * *Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa* * *As Targets were hanging their trees upside down* * At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.* *At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears* *You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.* *Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty* *Are words that were used to intimidate me.* *Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen* *On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !* *At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter* *To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.* *And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith* * Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace* *The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded* *The reason for the season, stopped before it started.* *So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'* *Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.* *Choose your words carefully, choose what you say* *Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS , Please, all Christians join together and wish everyone you meet MERRY CHRISTMAS Christ is The Reason for the Christ-mas Season! ************ Pumpkins Are Better Than Men 1. Every year you get a brand new crop to choose from. 2. No matter what your mood is, pumpkins are always ready to greet you with a smile. 3. One usually makes a better pie. 4. They are always on the doorstep there waiting for you! 5. If you don't like the way he looks, you just carve up another face. 6. If he starts smelling up your house, you can just throw him out. 7. From the start, you know a pumpkin has an empty, mush filled head to begin with. 8. A pumpkin is turned on (lit-up) only when you want him to be. ************* A Pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The Pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the next race, and it won again. The local paper’s headline read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity and ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day the headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the Bishop so he ordered the Pastor to get rid of the donkey. The Pastor decided to give it to a Nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing about it, printed: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The Bishop fainted. He informed the Nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper announced: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10. The Bishop was furious and ordered the Nun to buy the donkey again, lead it out of town and release it in the fields. The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE. The Bishop was buried the next day. The moral of the story is . . . being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery . . even shorten your life. So be yourself, enjoy life, and stop worrying about everyone else's ass. You'll be a lot happier, and live longer, too! ************ This is great! It may become the #1 Christmas song this year These guys have really got it together....good song... click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAckfn8yiAQ =**************** To hoom it mae cunsern, I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper.. I kin Type realee qwik wit one finggar and do sum a counting. I think I am good on the fone and I no I am a pepole person, Pepole realee seam to reespond too me well. Certain men and all the ladies. I no my spelling is not too good but find that I Offen can get a job wit my persinalety. My salerery is open so we kin discus wat you want to pay me and wat you think that I am werth, I kin start emeditely. Thank yoo in advanse fore yore anser. hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr. Sinseerly, Bubba Employer's response: Dear Bubba: It's O K, Honey. We've got spell check. See you Monday. ************* How To Win The Nobel Peace Prize In Only 12 Days Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize this morning. Over the last decade the only requirement to win the prize was that the nominee had to be critical of George W. Bush (see Al Gore, Mohamed ElBaradei and Jimmy Carter). President Obama has broken new ground here. Nominations to win the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize ended February 1. The President took office only 12 days earlier on January 20. Let’s take a look at the President’s first 12 days in office from his publicized schedule to see what he did to deserve a Nobel Peace Prize: January 20: Went to a parade. Partied. January 21: Asked bureaucrats to re-write guidelines for information requests. Held an “open house” party at the White House. January 22: Signed Executive Orders: Executive Branch workers to take ethics pledge; Re-affirmed Army Field Manuel Techniques for Interrogation.s; Expressed desire to close Gitmo (how’s that working out?); January 23: Ordered the release of federal funding to pay for abortions in foreign countries. Lunch with Joe Biden; met with Tim Geithner. January 24: Budget meeting with economic team. January 25: Skipped church. January 26: Gave speech about jobs and energy. Met with Hillary Clinton. Attended Geithner swearing in ceremony. January 27: Met with Republicans. Spoke at a clock tower in Ohio. January 28: Economic meetings in the morning, met with Defense secretary in the afternoon. January 29: Signed Ledbetter Bill overturning US Supreme Court decision on lawsuits over wages. Party in the State Room.. Met with Biden. January 30: Met economic advisors. Gave speech on Middle Class Working Families Task Force. Met with senior enlisted military officials. January 31: Took the day off. February 1: Skipped church. Threw a Super Bowl party. So there you have it. The short path to the Nobel Peace Prize: Party, go to meetings, skip church, abort some fetuses, party some more. Good grief. ********** Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. 'Who's been eating my porridge?' he squeaks. Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. 'Who's been eating my porridge?!?' he roars. Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, 'For God's sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots? It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in the house. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee. It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen. It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch The newspaper and croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table. 'It was Mummy Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the cat's litter tray, gave them their food, and refilled their water. 'And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once.... 'I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET **************** Conservatives compared to Liberals If a conservative doesn't like guns, he doesn't buy one. If a liberal doesn't like guns, then no one should have one. If a conservative is a vegetarian, he doesn't eat meat. If a liberal is, they want to ban all meat products for everyone. If a conservative sees a foreign threat, he thinks about how to defeat his enemy. A liberal wonders how to surrender gracefully and still look good. > If a conservative is homosexual, they quietly enjoy their life. If a liberal is homosexual, they loudly demand legislated respect. If a black man or Hispanic is conservative, they see themselves as independently successful. Their liberal counterparts see themselves as victims in need of government protection. If a conservative is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation. A liberal wonders who is going to take care of him. If a conservative doesn't like a talk show host, he switches channels. Liberals demand that those they don't like be shut down. If a conservative is a non-believer, he doesn't go to church. A liberal wants all churches to be silenced. If a conservative decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it. A liberal demands that his neighbors pay for his. IN GOD WE TRUST **************** This Ad Was Posted to Craig's List PersonALS To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last. Date: 05-27-09, :43 A M EST I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on my girlfriend and me, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message. First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment when I drew my pistol after you took my Jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very Intimidating weapon when pointed at your head, wasn't it? I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from bare footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again]. After I called your mother, or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I Went and filled up my gas tank as well as four other people's in the gas station on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful! I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!] I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb ... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car. Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target. The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number, etc). In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you . . . but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider the career path you've chosen to pursue in life. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day! Thoughtfully yours, Alex ***************** How the world works lately... If a man cuts his finger off while Slicing salami at work, He blames the restaurant. If you smoke three packs a day For 40 years and die of lung cancer, Your family blames the Tobacco company. If your neighbor crashes Into a tree while driving home drunk, He blames the bartender. If your grandchildren are Brats without manners, You blame television. If your friend is shot by a Deranged madman, You blame the gun manufacturer... And if a crazed person breaks Into the cockpit and Tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, And the passengers Kill him instead, The mother of the crazed deceased Blames the airline. I must have lived too long to Understand the world As it is anymore. So, if I die while my OLD WRINKLED ASS is parked in front of this computer, I want all of you to Blame Bill Gates. ************* THOUGHT FOR THE DAY... Women are like phones: They like to be held, talked to, and touched often. But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected. ************** Damn - good scams have already been taken! From The London Times: A Well-Planned Retirement Outside England's Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its parking fees were managed by a very pleasant attendant. The fees were £1 for cars ($1.40), £5 for busses (about $7). Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing a day of work, he just didn't show up; so the Zoo Management called the City Council and asked it to send them another parking agent. The Council did some research and replied that the parking lot was the Zoo's own responsibility. The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was a City employee. The City Council responded that the lot attendant had never been on the City payrole. Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain (or some such scenario), is a man who'd apparently had a ticket machine installed completely on his own; and then had simply begun to show up every day, commencing to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about $560 per day -- for 25 years. Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over $7 million dollars! And no one even knows his name. ************************* E-MOONING We all know those cute little computer symbols called 'emoticons,' where: :) means a smile and :( is a frown. Sometimes these are represented by :-) :-( Well, how about some 'ASSICONS?' Here goes: (_!_) a regular ass (__!__) a fat ass (!) a tight ass (_*_) an ass hole {_!_} a swishy ass (_o_) an ass that's been around (_x_) kiss my ass (_X_) leave my ass alone (_zzz_) a tired ass (_E=mc2_) a smart ass (_$_) Money coming out of his ass (_?_) Dumb Ass You have just been e-mooned! Send this to 5 people within the next hour and you will be blessed with people laughing their ass off at your e-mail. *********************** See you next week !! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
7:47 am	moving finger over lips you KNOW what i'm talking about...now make that sound...yeah like you're going crazy. well crazy me told margy last night that both MAGGIE and DEELA need to get on the MAGGIE AND DELLS MYSTERIES on FACEBOOK. well it took me a while to set up the email address and all. then then FACEBOOK account. now i have to look and see which one i'm in. the passwords and all INCORRECT. oh crap gotta sign out as this and resign in as that. same with the emails. moved finger up and down. YOU try finding that LOG IN button with your eyes closed. what the hell do i do these things to myself for? i HEARD that. so if you are on FACEBOOK...come on over to the MAGGIE AND DELLA MYSTERIES and add me on as a friend. see ya. (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 31st, 2009
8:25 pm	bye bill someone from the past just died today. william Bill Mostad. i knew him from work. sadly he made such a mess out of his life there was no friends left at the end. he smoked, drank, and was terribly lazy. sad to think not even his son is mourning him right now. so now mostad... i hope you found some measure of peace on the other side. it's so sad that no one here can honestly think of something nice to say you screwed all of your friends away. but rest in peace. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 30th, 2009
11:42 pm	Daylight ""savings"" time right sure... alot of us blame poor BEN FRANKLIN for this butttt.... Origin It is sometimes asserted that DST was first proposed by Benjamin Franklin in a letter to the editors of the Journal of Paris [1] (http://webexhibits.org/daylightsaving/franklin3.html). However, the article was humorous; Franklin was not proposing DST, but rather that people should get up and go to bed earlier. It was first seriously proposed by William Willett in the "Waste of Daylight" [2] (http://webexhibits.org/daylightsaving/willett.html), published in 1907, but he was unable to get the British government to adopt it despite considerable lobbying. Canadian railroad engineer Sir Sandford Fleming invented and proposed Standard Time, which first divided the world into one-hour time zones, in 1878. It was not widely adopted by the railways until 1883, and even then it was not supported by any governmental body. However, it relieved the problem of scheduling train stops at separate stations set to their own time based on the local positioning of the sun, and it soon became widely accepted by railroads, freight clients, and passengers. History The idea of daylight saving time was first put into practice by the German government during the First World War between April 30, 1916 and October 1, 1916. Shortly afterwards, the United Kingdom followed suit, first adopting DST between May 21, 1916 and October 1, 1916. Then on March 19, 1918 the U.S. Congress established several time zones (which were already in use by railroads since 1883) and made daylight saving time official (which went into effect on March 31) for the remainder of World War I. It was observed for seven months in 1918 and 1919. The law, however, proved so unpopular (mostly because people rose earlier and went to bed earlier than in modern times) that the law was later repealed. Daylight saving time was reinstated in the United States on February 9, 1942, again as a wartime measure to conserve resources, this time in order to fight World War II. This remained in effect until the war began winding down and the requirement was removed on September 30, 1945. From 1945 to 1966, there was no federal law about daylight saving time. States and localities were free to observe daylight saving time or not. The Uniform Time Act of 1966 mandated that daylight saving time begin nationwide on the last Sunday of April and end on the last Sunday of October. Any state that wanted to be exempt from daylight saving time could do so by passing a state law, provided that it exempts the entire state. The law was amended in 1972 to permit states that straddle a time zone boundary to exempt the entire area of the state lying in one time zone. In response to the 1973 energy crisis, daylight saving was begun earlier in both 1974 and 1975, commencing on the first Sunday in January in the former year and the last Sunday in February in the latter. The law was amended again in 1986 to begin daylight saving time on the first Sunday in April, to take effect the following year. Still this is so silly to bother with this crap now day.s just move the freaken clock back 1/2 hours and leave it alonge !!!! (Comment on this)