Friday, June 30, 2006

Friday Recipe & Jokes.

Hello There People ~~ I hope that all is well with you

and your families. And for those who are ill, may things

improve very soon. I wish you all health and happiness.


My good friend, Granny, is having trouble with her blog

being down – temporarily – we hope. Her husband Ray is

back in hospital after only 2 days at home. Prayers and

positive thoughts and wishes will be appreciated.

Comments can be left on her blog which is showing at

22nd June. She lost several posts after that. Thinking of

you Ann and hope all will be well with Ray as well as your blog.


<><><> RECIPE for PASTA SALAD <><><>

This is a favorite of mine, especially during Summer.

Preparatiom ~~ 20 minutes

Cooking ~~ 10 minutes. Serves 4 (at least)

2 ½ cups (225g / 7ozs) pasta spirals. Bring a large pan

of salted water to boil, add pasta and cook for 10 mins.

Drain and rinse under cold water and place in large bowl.

Add the following: 150g (5 oz) cherry tomatos halved

1 red or green capsicum cubed, 3 spring onions (shallots)

sliced. 100g (3 ½ oz) button mushrooms if liked.

Half a barbecued chicken shredded, Half cup cooked peas

¾ cup of whole egg mayonnaise – or whatever mayonnaise

you like. Mix all together well. Can use less capsicum.

<><><><> A tip – I use a small can of peas and corn in

this , also other salads, and in quiches. <><><><>

Now for some fun ----

God Saw you hungry & created McDonalds, Wendys, and Dairy Queen.


He saw you thirsty & created Coke, Juice, Coffee and Water.


GOD saw you in the dark & created Light.

<><><><><> GOD saw you without a Good looking, adorable , FRIEND.........

so He created M E



Send this to your good friends who are lucky

to have you for a friend.


Walk this day in peace

and in the warmth of

the sun.


Some of the older jokes seen popular ……

A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new

rooster for his chickrn coop. The new rooster struts

over to the old rooster and says… “OK old fart, time

for you to retire.”

The old rooster replies, “Come on, surely you cannot

handle ALL those chickens. Look what it has done to

me. Can’t you just let me have the two old hens over

in the corner?”

The young rooster says, “Beat it; you are washed up

and I am taking over.”

The old rooster says, “ I tell you what, young stud, I

will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets

the entire chicken coop.”

The young rooster laughs, “You know you don’t stand a

chance, old man. So just to be fair, I will give you a

head start.”

The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds

later the young rooster takes off running after him.

They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the

young rooster has closed the gap.

He is only about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining

fast. The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot

on the front porch when he sees the roosters running by.

He grabs his shotgun and – BOOM – he blows the young

rooster to bits. The farmer sadly shakes his head and

says, “Darn…. third gay rooster I bought this month.”

Moral of this story……

Don’t mess with us old farts – age, skill, and treachery

will always overcome youth and arrogance !!

<><><><> The cost of a good woman. <><><><>

God called Adam aside one day and said, “I’ve been

pondering the best way to expand on the species of man,

I think procreation is the way to go so before creating

a mate for you I thought I’d give you some options.

How would you like a mate who would slways do as she was

asked to with loving good grace, prepare delicious meals for

you, keep your home in immaculate condition, bear you sons

and daughters and bring them up as offspring that you would

be proud of, and at the same time be always willing

to satisfy your male needs.”

“Wow God,” said Adam “that sounds really great, how much

would a mate like that cost?”

“Well,” said God, “that’s one thing about her, she would be

expensive, probably an arm and a leg.”

“Gee God” said Adam, “what could I get for a rib?”

<><><> Goodnight, good morning or whatever. <><><>

What Women Want..??

Hello to you all ~~ Nice to be here again ! At my age, it’s nice to

be anywhere !! I have a good story for you sent to me by e-mail

Thanks again Warren. And for the next one too.

<><><><> What do Women Want <><><><>

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighbouring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved

by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as

long as he could answer a very difficult question.

Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still

had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would perplex

even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone,

but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.

But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to

her price first.

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of

the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.

He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.

He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:

What a woman really wants, she to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.

And so it was, the neighbouring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most

beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half

the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch?

Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?

What would YOU do?

What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?

Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?

The moral is.....

If you don't let a woman have her own way....

Things are going to get ugly.


<><><><><> WHAT CAN WE EAT?? <><><><><>

Can’t eat Beef ~~~~ Mad Cow Disease

Can’t eat Chicken ~~~~ Bird Flu

Can’t eat Eggs ~~~~ Salmonella

Can’t eat Pork ~~~~ Trichinosis

Can’t eat Fish ~~~~ Mercury and other heavy metals

Can’t eat Fruit and Vegetables ~~~ Insecticides and Herbicides

Hmm mm mm ~~ I believe that only leaves CHOCOLATE Mmm

Remember STRESSED spelled backwards is DESSERTS


<><><><> A repeat of John in Heaven <><><><>

John died and went to Heaven.

When he got to the Pearly Gates,

Saint Peter told him that new rules were in effect due to advances

in education on earth.

In order to gain admittance, a prospective Heavenly Soul must

answer three questions:

1. What two days of the week begin with “T”?

2. How many seconds in a year?

3. What is God’s first name?

John thought for a few minutes and answered:

1. The two days of the week that begin with “T” are Today and


2. There are 12 seconds in a year.

3. God has two first names and they are Andy and Howard.

Saint Peter said, OK, I’ll buy Today and Tomorrow, even though

it’s not the answer I expected. Technically you are correct,

But how did you get 12 seconds in a year and why do you think God’s

first name is Andy or Howard?”

John responded, “Well. January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd & so on.”

“OK then I give,” said Saint Peter. “But what about God’s first name?”

John said, “Well from the song….Andy walks with me, Andy talks

with me, Andy tells me I am his own…..And then from the prayer….

Our Father, who art in Heaven, Howard be thy name….”

Saint Peter let him in without another word.

<><><> Bye for now Folks ~ Keep well and happy, Merle. <><><>

Thursday, June 29, 2006

The Yellow Shirt.

Hello everyone ~~ Nice to visit with you again. I have been busy cooking

and washing the last couple of days. So all is clean and tidy again, and the

fridge and freezer have food in them again. I made more pea and ham soup

and roast chicken and roast vegies etc. Lately, I have been cooking some

tomatos and onion in butter and it adds interest and taste to the meals.

Keep in mind, with my soup, it is Winter where I am. And it is cold.

A friend sent me this nice story which we will call….


<><><><> The Yellow Shirt <><><><> Thanks Warren.

This is really special - It is a great story! all you mum's

will really love it and might get an idea....

The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"

"It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class,

Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt be came a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois . But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier.

That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.

The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set.

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.

In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois . As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."

I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.

Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.

Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT."

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER." But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington , VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from "The Institute for the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: "Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother."

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me."

The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.

<><><><><> It is a nice story. <><><><><>

<><><><><> Tell me This …… <><><><><>

If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all the Way Down to the core of the earth??

Why can’t women put mascara on with their mouths closed??

Why is it called Alcoholics Anonymous when the first thing you do is stand up and say, “My name is Bob, and I am an alcoholic”??

Is it possible to clean your teeth without wiggling your bottom??

Why is there a light in the fridge but not in the freezer.

Why is there a light in the fridge, but not in the freezer??

Why does mineral water that has trickled through the mountains for centuries have a ‘use by’ date??

Is French kissing in France just called kissing??

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, “I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things here and drink whatever comes out??

What do people in China call their good plates?? (crockery)

Can you sentence a homeless man to house arrest??

If the professor on Gilligan’s Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can’t he fix a hole in a boat??

Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but not to their crotch when they ask where the toilet is??

<><><><><> Now some Jokes, and some repeats <><><><><>

Jim and Beth were both patients in a mental hospital.

One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim

suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom and stayed there.

Beth promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out.

When the medical director became aware of Beth’s heroic act, he immediately

ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as he now considered her mentally stable.

He went to tell Beth the news and said, “Beth, I have good news and bad news.

The good news is youu’re being discharged, since you were able to rationally

respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of another patient. I have

concluded that your act displays a sound mindedness.

The bad news is, Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself right after you saved him,

with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom. I am so sorry, but he’s dead.”

Beth replied: “He didn’t hang himself, I put him there to dry.”


A working wife on her way home decided to see her doctor fr a check-up.

After examination, he told her she was in perfect condition and that she had the

body of a 30 year old.

Pleased, she rushed home to tell her husband. “The doctor says I’m in perfect condition and have the body of a 30 year old,” she gushed.

“What did he say about your 50 year old bum?” he replied.

“He didn’t mention you at all, ”she said.


Ah Too, he say “True friend, he walk in, when he rest of the world walk out.”

Ah Too, e say “Man can usually be judged by what he laughs at.”

Ah Too, he say, “Too many people, he hit the hay when he should be making it.

Ah Too, he say, “Man never climb ladder of success, with his hands in pockets.

And Finally …. The average man has five senses.

The successful man has six --- touch, taste, sight, smell, hearing—and common.

<><><><><> Bye For Now, Merle. <><><><><>

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Why Worry?

Hello to all ~ I hope you are having a great week and that

things are going well for you. All is well here, thankfully.

Kathy went to the doctor today and got the stitches out

of her finger and more anti-biotics, so hope that does the

trick. She has to go back on Friday.


Today is my Dad’s birthday, so he has been on my mind. He

would be 95 today, but he died in 2001 aged 90. I remember

him telling me that he was 23 years old when I was born.

I still miss him and our visits there twice yearly. He and my

stepmother lived on the border of New South Wales and

Queensland, so it was a long way from here.


<><><><> Tonight's story is called WHY WORRY? <><><><>

There are only two things in life to worry about.

You’re either rich or you’re poor.

If you are rich, you’ve got nothing to worry about, and if you

are poor, there are still only two things to worry about.


You are either well, or you’re ill.

If you are well, you’ve got nothing to worry about, but if you

are ill, there are still only two things to worry about.

You’re either going to get better, or you’re not.

If you are going to get better, you’ve got nothing to worry

about, and if you’re not, there are still only two things to worry


You’re either going up, or you’re going down.

If you are going up, you’ve nothing to worry about, and if you

are going down, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with old friends,

you won’t have any time to worry – so, Why Worry???

<><><><><><> And now some jokes etc. <><><><><><>

This one is a repeat, but one I think it’s funny.

Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter.

Ten men and one woman. The rope was not strong enough

to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave,

because otherwise they were all going to fall.


They weren’t able to name that person, until the woman gave

a very touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily

let go of the rope, because , as a woman, she was used to

giving up everything for her husband and kids, or for men in

general, and was used to making sacrifices with little in return.


As soon as she had finished her speech, all the men started

clapping their hands….

<><><><><> This one is not very nice !! <><><><><>

A little fella walked into a pub and steps in a pile of dog poo.

His feet slip from under him and he crashes down heavily

on his back.

He gets up and staggers to the bar and rests there groggily with a stiff drink.

Just then, a big burly truckie walks in, stands in the same pile

and crashes down on his back.

The little fella says: “I just did that,”

So the truckie dropped him.

<><><><><> Some Definitions <><><><><>

OPPORTUNIST ~ A man who goes ahead and does what you

always intended to do.

CYCLOPS ~ Traffic policeman.

LITTLE TIFF ~ Argument between two pigmies.

HANGOVER ~ Something to occupy the head that wasn’t used

the night before.

MIDDLE AGE ~ When you know your way around, but don’t

feel like going.

DIPLOMATIC RELATIONSHIPS ~ The art of saying, “ Nice

Doggie” while you look around for a rock.

LIVING WAGE ~ Depends on whether you are getting it, or

giving it,

RIGHT OF WAY ~ Something you are legally entitled to, but

it requires somebody to give it to you, and

if he doesn’t, you haven’t got it.


AH TOO he say ~~ If at first you don’t succeed—you’re

running about average.

AH TOO he say ~~ Man getting old when broad mind and

narrow waist, start to change places.

AH TOO he say ~~ He that giveth by the inch, but promises

by the yard, deserveth to be kicked by

the foot.

AH TOO he say ~~ Shallow thinker, he never leave a deep


<><><> That is more than enough wit and wisdom. Bye!! <><><>

Later than you Think.

Hello Everyone ~~ I hope all is well with you all.

My daughter and family arrived back at their home tonight

in time for dinner. Their son Joh turned 17 today and his

sister Kate had made hime a cheescake birthday cake with

his name on it. He had strict instructions not to start on it

until the family had their dinner. These two have milked the

cows over the weekend, until Kate had to return to Ballarat

University. Joh did them on his own today.

Kathy sees her doctor tomorrow, so hope she gets something

to help it heal. She assures me it will be OK, and I guess it will.

We all enjoyed their visit.

Another very late night ahead ~~ to watch the Australians play

Italy, who are favoured to win. But if we are in it there is

always a chance. C’con Aussie C’mon.


<><><> My story tonight is It’s Later than you Think. <><><>

Funny, I’ve never noticed it before---everything is a bit further than it used to be.

It’s twice as far from my place to the bus-stop now, and they’ve added a hill I

just noticed. The buses leave soner too, but I’ve given up running for them

because they go faster than they used to.


Have you noticed what small print they’re using lately?

Newspapers especially---I have to squint to make out the words. It’s ridiculous,

of course, to suggest that a person

my age needs glasses, but it’s the only way I can find out what’s

going on without somebody reading aloud to me---and even that

isn’t much help, because everybody speaks in such a low voice, I

can scarcely hear them.


Times certainly are changing. The material in my clothes, I notice, shrinks

in different places---like round the waist and

round the seat. Shoe laces are so darned short they are next

to impossible to reach.

Even the weather is changing. It’s getting colder in the winter

and the summers are much hotter than in the good old days.

I guess the way they build windows now, makes draughts

more severe.


Ran into a friend of mine the other night, and you know, he’d

changed so much he didn’t recognise me.

“You’ve put on a bit of weight, he said. “It’s this modern food,”

I said, “it seems to be so fattening.”

I got to thinking while I was dressing, about what he’d said--- so I looked at my

reflection in the mirror. Seems they don’t use the same kind of glass in mirrors

any more, do they?


<><><><><> A couple of Jokes. <><><><><>

Two bowling teams – one ol all blondes and one of all brunettes-charter a

double-decker bus for a weekend gambling trip toLouisiana. The brunette team rode on the bottom of the bus and the blonde team rode on the top level.


The brunette team down below really whooped it up, having a

great time, when one of them realised she hadn’t heard anything from the

blondes upstairs. She decided to go up and investigate.

When the brunette reached the top, she found all the blondes

frozen in fear, staring straight ahead at the road, clutching the seats in front of

them with white knuckles.


The brunette asked: “ What the heck’s going on up here?”

We’re having a great time downstairs.”

One of the blondes looked up at her, swallowed hard and

whispered: “Yeah, but you’ve got a driver.”


A London Policeman was taking evidence from a witness to a jewellery shop

smash and grab.

Bobby: “ So tell me in detail everything you saw.”

Witness “Well guv these geezers drive up in a big truck and then stop and get

an elephant out of the back, take it across

to the window, he smashes it with his head and they grab the

sparklers and legs it.”

Bobby: “I see. Can you describe the elephant?”

Witness: “Blimey, it was big and grey and elephanty.”

Bobby: Was it an Indian or African elephant?”

Witness:What’s the difference?”

Bobby: “Well, an Indian elephant has small thin ears and an

African elephant has big thicker ears.”

Witness:“How the hell would I know?

He had a stocking over his head.”

<><><><> Bye for now. Stay well and be happy. <><><><>

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Teenager's Reply.

Howdy Folks ~~ I have a little time before my visitors arrive

home for tea. It has been lovely seeing them all, They used to live half an hour away, but now I usually only see them over

Christmas and maybe once through the year. My daughter, Kathy had a fall from a horse and badly split a finger, which

had to be stitched. It looks dreadful, very black and swollen, she is taking antibiotics. It should look better after 2 weeks.

It is her left hand, BUT she is left-handed. Fortunately the

kids do their best to help her.

<><><><><<> The Teenager’s Answer. <><><><><>

This was written by a 16 year old girl in reply to attacks on

teenagers’ morals.

We read in the papers,

We hear on the air,

Of killing and stealing,

And crime everywhere.

We sigh and we say,

As we notice the trend:

“This young generation ---

Where will it end?”

But can we be sure that

It’s their fault alone---

That may be part of it---

Isn’t our own?

Too much money to spend,

Too much idle time;

Too many movies of

Passion and crime,

Too many books

Not fit to be read;

Too much of evil

In what they hear said.

Too many children

Encouraged to roam

By too many parents

Who won’t stay at home.

Kids don’t write the books

That paint a good picture

Of gangsters and crooks;

They don’t make the liquor,

They don’t make the drugs

That addle the brain;

It’s all done by older folk

Greedy for gain.

And in many cases --

Do we find that it’s true,

The cry of “delinquent”

Fits older fold too!

<><><><><> Let’s get the Blondes Again <><><><><>

A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks

nicely to see her licence. She replies in a huff, “I

wish you guys would get your act together. Just

yesterday you take away my licence and then today

you expect me to show it to you.”


A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on

the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to

see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting !

Realizing that she was oblivious to his siren and flashing

lights, he wound down his window and yelled, “PULL OVER”

“NO”, the blonde yelled back, IT’S A SCARF.”


A Russian, an American, and a blonde were talking one day.

The Russian said, “We were first in space.”

The American said,” We were first on the moon.”

The Blonde said, “So what? We are going to be the first on

the sun !” The Russian and the American looked at each

other and shook their heads. “You can’t land on the sun, you

idiot ! You’ll burn up,” said the Russian.

To which the Blonde replied, “We’re not stupid, you know.

We’re going at night.

<><><><><>< Cheerio for now, take care, Merle. <><><><><><>

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Quickie Tonight.

Hello Everyone ~~ Enjoy your weekend, or what’s left of it.

My visitors have arrived, but gone out briefly so this will be

a quick post. Carlton led the game for 3 and ½ quarters of

the game, but once again got overtaken in the last quarter.

Rain has cleared ~~ we got 42 mms or nearly 2” Great.


You might like to pop over to my friends new site. Jan has just

started out on this adventure, that we all share. I am sure she

would be happy to see some “welcomes. ”


<><><><> Another blonde joke <><><><>

A blonde keeps having a recurring nightmare, so she goes to a psychologist to figure out what it means. "So, tell me about your dream" says the doctor. "Well, Doctor, I'm running down a hall, and a vampire keeps chasing me. But when I get to the end of the hall, the door is always locked! I keep pushing and pushing but it never opens!" The doctor ponders a moment, then replies, "Can you remember anything else?" "Hmm... yes, yes, there is one more thing. On the door, there are always the same mysterious letters. Umm.. P... U...L... oh yeah and L !"

<><><><><> One more <><><><>

“Pour me a double whisky. I’ve just had a blazing row with the

little woman,” says Mike to Charlie the publican at his local.

“Oh, yeah?” says Charlie. “Who won?”

“Put it like this, when it was all over, she came crawling to me

on her hands and knees.”

“Really?” says Charlie. “What did she say?”

“Come out from under the bed, you snivelling little coward.”

<><><><><> Bye for now ~~ Stay Happy, Merle. <><><><><>