Hello Everyone ~~ Just a quickie tonight as I had
a long phone call that held me up, although it was
nice to catch up with an old friend fom way back.
And then I cut up chicken and vegetables and
put all in the crockpot with a can of soup, so I am
quite late starting tonight. I hope blogger is being
co-operative and that will help a lot.
<><><><> LIFE’S ADVENTURE. <><><><>
What a happy adventure is life,
If we remember to view it that way,
And avoid, as we go, both dangers and strife,
As we make the very best of each day.
If we pile up a record of deeds
That makes happy our neighbor as well,
If we introduce light where it’s dark,
And fear that torments, we dispel.
If we radiate love from the heart,
And give every moment it’s fill,
Then it’s true, without shadow of doubt,
That life is a glorious thrill.
The next item was sent to me by Sue
who is a blogging friend.
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated
pokes in the belly. He was 71 years old. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs.Butterworth, Hungry Jack,
and the California raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly
described Doughboy as a man who never know how
mch he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his
later life was filled with turnovers. He was not
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of
his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a
little flakiy at times he was still a crusty old
man and was considered a roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had
one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes. If tihis made you smile for even a brief second, please take the time to pass it on and share that
smile with someone else that kneads it!!!
Have a Nice Day. Quite clever !!
The Indian chief, Two Dogs, was asked how his wife
came to be named Three Horses.
He explained that it was a Traditional old Indian
name, which translates into NAG NAG NAG.
What does one call a male Ladybird ?
Then there was the dachshund who was wandering in
the park, when he came upon as tree. He begins to
walk around the tree –round and round – until
finally, he met his end,
So live your life at home, that you need not coach the
children in good manners when they leave for a party.
Life is like a grindstone – whether it grinds a man down
or polishes him up, depends entirely on the material
he’s made from.
<><><> Goodnight from me, Take care, Merle. <><><>