Wednesday, October 20, 2010
There lived a man who was very unhappy because he was deeply in love with a girl who didn't know he was alive. In desperation, he visited a coven of witches who lived nearby and presented his case before them.
Touched by his tale of woe, and impressed with the young man's appearance, manner, and bearing, they decided to help him. They worked their magic and eventually presented the young man with several small objects that looked like capsules. "Bury these under the window of your beloved under a full moon and she will love you," they instructed.
Doubtful, the young man resolved nevertheless to do as the witches instructed. On the very next full moon, he stealthily made his way over to his beloved's house and carefully buried the capsules in the rich loam beneath her window. Nothing happened right away, but, trusting the wisdom of the old ladies, he went home to see what the next day would bring.
The next morning, he walked hopefully over to the girl's house and rang her doorbell. She opened the door, saw it was him, and grabbed him. She hugged him, kissed him, and invited him in for lunch. Their courtship was short but passionate, and within a month they were happily married.
Late one night after they had been married, the young man visited the coven again. "I just want to thank you ladies for your help. My life is everything I could have desired."
"No problem, dearie," said one of the old ladies. "After all, nothing says lovin' like something from the coven, and pills buried says it best."
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
This happened about a month ago just outside of Owensboro Kentucky, a small town on the banks of the Ohio River , and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's indeed real.
An out-of-state traveler was walking along the side of the road hitchhiking on a dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining s o hard he could barely see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly he saw a car approaching, moving slowly and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride very badly, the guy jumped into the car and closed the door. Only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of the engine to be heard over the rain.
Again the car crept slowly forward the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and beg for his life. He was certain the ghost car would go off the road and into the river, and he would surely drown.
But just before the curve, a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again. Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, frightened nearly to death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran through the storm to the nearby town.
Wet and in shock, he went into a lighted tavern and with voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, and then, shaken, he told everybody about his supernatural experience.
A silence came over those listening and everybody got goose bumps. They realized the guy was sober and was telling the truth. And the sounds of the storm continued outside.
About half an hour later, two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Billy, there's that idiot who rode in our car while we was pushin' it in the rain."
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Okay. so I am a quilter. But most of you already know that.
I also have a house I like to keep at least SEMI clean.
And that means dragging out the vacuum cleaner.
I have an internal vacuum system in my house, but also have a Golden Retriever, Winsten. That means the internal vacuum system gets all clogged up with dog hair.
So I drag out the heavy old regular vacuum, and begin.
I really do like the look of a freshly vacuumed house. It always seems to be nice and fresh, ya know?
I mean I like the LOOK of a freshly vacuumed house. I DO NOT LIKE to vacuum.
That's because there is always something that doesn't want to be vacuumed, and wants to live where it is FOREVER.
Like a thread on the carpet.
Now I don't know about you, but threads on the carpet are always difficult for me. Or rather, difficult for my vacuum cleaner.
It picks and chooses which thread it will pick up.
And in a quilt room, there are always lots of threads to choose from.
So I bravely enter the quilt room, vacuum cleaner roaring away, and attack the threads on the floor.
Oh, my, isn't the floor beginning to look nice!
My trusty vacuum cleaner is just going after those threads like a whirling durvish. My room is looking SO clean!!!
Except for that red thread over there.
I run the vacuum over it, knowing it will be gone.
Wrong. There it lies, just as though nothing happened at all.
Go over it again with the vacuum!
It is still there, smirking up at me and the vacuum cleaner.
Okay. Enough. Go over it from a different angle, and go over it several times.
It is there, mocking me and my engineered vacuum cleaner that is advertised to being able to suck up a bowling ball.
Grrrrr. Set the vacuum cleaner to its lowest setting, and run over that red puppy string a BUNCH of times!
Still, the obstinate red thread is there, clinging to the carpet with herculean strength.
I aim at it from a yet different direction, then try to go in at it from a circular direction.
I'm sweating like mad, the vacuum cleaner is roaring and getting hot, and the thread lies there, all innocent looking.
But I know better. That thread is NOT innocent at all. It is an evil menace. It is lurking there, waiting to trip me up or something. All three inches of it.
It is just THERE!
I try another couple of dozen times to run it down, but to no avail.
The thread is still there.
I'm exhausted, threatening to throw the vacuum out the window, and then I just give up.
I angrily shut off the useless vacuum cleaner, wrap the cord around it in a death grip, and shove it in the closet.
I slam the door to the quilt room, where that damned red thread is still lying on the floor, as if it has a right to be there.
I am NOT going in that room. I will IGNORE that stupid hated thread.
I will go find a cookie. That will fix everything!
I am forced to eat a cookie.
The thread makes me eat the cookie.
It is not my fault. I have been taken over by the red thread demon.
What's that you say?? "Why don't I just PICK UP the thread????"
If you are asking that question, then obviously, you must be a MAN!
Friday, October 08, 2010
Have you ever wondered how those people get in to be part of Obama's campaign speeches? You know, the ones who sit behind him and look like they are the nodding heads dolls?
Well, wonder no more. Here is your chance to become a TV actor! I find it interesting that they are looking for ACTORS and not "regular" people.
So I did a little investigating, and found out that sure enough, most of the time, they truly do use actors as their audience!! No pay, but you could at least get seen on TV, if that is your burning desire!
An actor who reads Campaign Spot passes along this interesting notice in Backstage.com:
PRESIDENT OBAMA TOWN HALL, MTV
MTV, BET and CMT are casting the audience for town hall meeting with
President Obama. Shooting Oct. 14, 4 p.m. in Washington, D.C.
Seeking—Audience Members: males & females, 18+.
To apply, email firstname.lastname@example.org and
put “Town Hall” in the subject line. To ensure that the audience
represents diverse interests and political views, include your name, phone number,
hometown, school attending, your job and what issues, if any, you are
interested in or passionate about. Also, provide a recent photo and
short description of your political views. Submission deadline: Oct. 14.
When you suspect the questioners have been pre-screened . . . well . . . there you go.
I love the “what issues, if any, you are interested in.” If you know nothing about politics and have no interest in any topic . . . eh, come along anyway.
Then again, maybe they just want to make sure they get the pretty people.
But you know, once I think about it, I have come to the belief that the only people at these talks who are NOT actors are the cameramen. Then again, they, too, are in the entertainment field.
I'll be glad when this tragic comedy of errors is Gone With The Wind and we can become AMERICA again.
Don't forget to vote! I can see November from my house!
Friday, October 01, 2010
Only 31 words --- Think about it
Isn't life strange? I never met one Veteran who enlisted to fight for Socialism
It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God.
I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG,
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ,
AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS,
ONE NATION UNDER GOD,
INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!
If Muslims can pray in Madison Avenue, why are Christians banned from praying in public and erecting religious displays on their holy days?
Therefore I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a problem in having 'In God! We Trust' on our money and having 'God' in the Pledge of Allegiance.
I believe it's time we stand up for what we believe!
This is a photo of my DH, Ted. He is just one of our veterans.
I am very proud to be married to a Vet. I am very proud to be an American.
I will vote this year for the candidates of my choice.
I am asking each of you to VOTE.
If you are not registered, do so TODAY.
If you ARE registered, plan on voting your choices.
Voting is a PRIVILEGE, HONOR and DUTY.
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