<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:36:25.399-08:00</updated><category term='MULTIPLY'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Silliness'/><category term='electric fence'/><category term='EXPERIENCE'/><category term='DEATH'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='yard'/><category term='modern'/><category term='Blondes'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='loving. blessing'/><category term='CONTAMINATED'/><category term='self'/><category term='gasoline'/><category term='Speech'/><category term='Death Tragedy'/><category term='pool'/><category term='discharge'/><category term='stable'/><category term='PRAYER'/><category term='e-mail'/><category term='Attorneys'/><category term='Special Operations'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='farmer'/><category term='Embrace'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='FUN'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Buddies'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Fiesta'/><category term='talent'/><category term='Resurrection'/><category term='attack'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='fostering'/><category term='FUN FACTS'/><category term='Roosevelt'/><category term='grand kids'/><category term='God'/><category term='Proud'/><category term='PRIDE'/><category term='expensive'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Great Blogging'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='United States'/><category term='swim'/><category term='Life'/><category term='AGE'/><category term='oddball stories'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='CHRISTMAS'/><category term='Farts'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Scholarship'/><category term='Earlier'/><category term='Humane'/><category term='Tweety'/><category term='Hitler'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Handicap'/><category term='Buzz'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Gift'/><category term='911'/><category term='ink'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Free PC Security'/><category term='Outstanding'/><category term='animals'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Facts'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='trust'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Award'/><category term='Dissappearing'/><category term='Honey Bees'/><category term='need'/><category term='TOXIC'/><category term='snake'/><category term='unusual'/><category term='EATING'/><category term='Appreciation'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='prices'/><category term='WISDOM'/><category term='America'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='GAME'/><category term='beasts'/><category term='ufo&apos;s'/><category term='Congress'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='water'/><category term='WASH'/><category term='Court'/><category term='trees'/><category term='strong'/><category term='Bloggers'/><category term='RATS'/><category term='computer'/><category term='Principle'/><category term='Duck'/><category term='NRA'/><category term='push away'/><category term='Steel'/><category term='High School'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='farm animals'/><category term='Leaders'/><category term='LIPSTICK'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='Affair'/><category term='CANS'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='National'/><category term='New Year  Christmas'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='Our Country'/><category term='music'/><category term='Compassion'/><category term='FAMILY'/><category term='Hilarious'/><category term='widow'/><category term='CHILD'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Maintenance'/><category term='LEARNING'/><category term='Pig'/><category term='Puppy'/><category term='Children'/><category term='food'/><category term='Cotojo'/><category term='World Trade Center'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Number 1 on Google Search'/><category term='Pills'/><category term='easy going'/><category term='Churchill'/><category term='PRESIDENT'/><category term='old fashioned'/><category term='heroic'/><category term='Foundation'/><category term='tea'/><category term='Worry'/><category term='DISEASE'/><category term='Karaoke'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>HONEY BUNCHES OF STUFF</title><subtitle type='html'>Alot of fun and interesting 
stuff right here just for you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-9167663155891438</id><published>2010-02-08T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:52:24.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>A little bit of snow for my itty bitty trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S3CxhO9SDwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Rrv7IRHCtPQ/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S3CxhO9SDwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Rrv7IRHCtPQ/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brrrrrr it is cold outside....I would rather be next to a camp fire....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-9167663155891438?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/9167663155891438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=9167663155891438' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/9167663155891438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/9167663155891438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-of-snow-for-my-itty-bitty.html' title='A little bit of snow for my itty bitty trees'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S3CxhO9SDwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Rrv7IRHCtPQ/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6838728257348452104</id><published>2010-01-29T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:51:40.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRIDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaders'/><title type='text'>This is our President and The First lady?</title><content type='html'>When you've never said the Pledge of Allegiance before, you don't know what to do without a TelePrompter? And they love our Country...The United States of America. He is our leader you know. Why is it I am not mazed about this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S2O55cl3KJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OMBiK62SfqY/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S2O55cl3KJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OMBiK62SfqY/s320/ATT00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH, DUH, DUH, DUH, DUH, DUH, DUH, DUH, DUH, DUH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6838728257348452104?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6838728257348452104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6838728257348452104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6838728257348452104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6838728257348452104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-our-president-and-first-lady.html' title='This is our President and The First lady?'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S2O55cl3KJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OMBiK62SfqY/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-4773879023979476932</id><published>2010-01-18T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:54:32.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dissappearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honey Bees'/><title type='text'>Honey Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We rely on honey bees for one-third of our food supply, so when honey bees are in danger, we’re all in danger. The facts in this section will help you educate others on what’s happening with our honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Honey bee colonies are disappearing at an alarming rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S1UevvKyhVI/AAAAAAAAArU/NjRUuf_55nU/s1600-h/bees.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S1UevvKyhVI/AAAAAAAAArU/NjRUuf_55nU/s200/bees.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Disappearing Bees: Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In the spring of 2007, news agencies began to report on a disturbing phenomenon in the bee population. According to reports, beekeepers were visiting their hives to discover that their bees had disappeared. Sometimes, the queen and a few newly-hatched bees were all that remained. The beekeepers found no evidence of predators that feed on bees, like wasps and mammals that like honey. They also didn't see a lot of dead bees or evidence of bee diseases like chalkbrood or foulbrood, which attack the developing bee larvae, or of any of the species of mites that attack developing or fully grown bees. Based on this evidence, it seemed unlikely that the bees had gotten sick and died. On the other hand, many beekeepers reported that moths, animals and other bees steered clear of the newly-empty nests, at least for a few days. This usually happens when bees die because of disease or chemical contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the news reports were alarming. They described beekeepers losing more than half of their bees and explained the importance of honeybees in the pollination of food crops. Some articles implied that the disappearance of the bees would lead to widespread starvation. Others quoted Albert Einstein as saying that humans would follow within four years if bees became extinct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-4773879023979476932?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4773879023979476932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=4773879023979476932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4773879023979476932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4773879023979476932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/honey-bees.html' title='Honey Bees'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S1UevvKyhVI/AAAAAAAAArU/NjRUuf_55nU/s72-c/bees.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6578405659579439675</id><published>2010-01-13T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:14:56.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Blogging'/><title type='text'>Susanne this is for you and your wonderful blogs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S06Gu-_95rI/AAAAAAAAApM/yKYYdOj3IJk/s1600-h/award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S06Gu-_95rI/AAAAAAAAApM/yKYYdOj3IJk/s200/award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/members/susanne49/"&gt;http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/members/susanne49/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you do such great work. And your such a nice blogger. Thank you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorado Baby Cares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6578405659579439675?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6578405659579439675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6578405659579439675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6578405659579439675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6578405659579439675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/susanne-this-is-for-you-and-your.html' title='Susanne this is for you and your wonderful blogs...'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/S06Gu-_95rI/AAAAAAAAApM/yKYYdOj3IJk/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-3599600978451474925</id><published>2010-01-12T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:08:21.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Some signs that you drank too much...</title><content type='html'>You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes catch a buzz after attacking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of cutting back is less salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can focus better with one eye closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bar greets you when you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't had a driver's license in such a long time that you have forgotten what one looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't recognize your wife/husband unless seen through bottom of glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent more time on the floor than you do standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that your a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually think that you can act like your sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think your Bruce Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and the Big One you grab your keys and think it is ok to drink and than drive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado baby is against drinking and driving........ You never know what could happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-3599600978451474925?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3599600978451474925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=3599600978451474925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/3599600978451474925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/3599600978451474925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-signs-that-you-drank-too-much.html' title='Some signs that you drank too much...'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-3020954428986566408</id><published>2010-01-09T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:14:16.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churchill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sir Winston Churchill</title><content type='html'>The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many forms of Government have been tried, and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except all those others that have been tried from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men occasionally stumble on the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love of tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril but the new view must come, the world must roll forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div 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Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-74808745257173112</id><published>2010-01-06T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:36:49.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ufo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beasts'/><title type='text'>See this video, strange things</title><content type='html'>Click and watch..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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"I fart all the time, Doctor Johnson, but they're soundless, and they have no odor. In fact, since I've been here, I've farted no less than twenty times. What can I do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a prescription, Mrs. Harris. Take these pills three times a day for seven days and come back and see me in a week." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week an upset Mrs. Harris marched into Dr. Johnson's office. "Doctor, I don't know what was in those pills, but the problem is worse! I'm farting just as much, but now they smell terrible! What do you have to say for yourself?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, Mrs. Harris," said the doctor soothingly. "Now that we've fixed your sinuses, we'll work on your hearing!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2984187543313467283?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2984187543313467283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2984187543313467283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2984187543313467283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2984187543313467283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-jokehahahahahahehehehehahahhahaha.html' title='A Silly Joke....hahahahahahehehehehahahhahahaha'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-4117217934104020063</id><published>2009-12-29T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:30:58.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old fashioned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easy going'/><title type='text'>The SPOILED under 30 CROWD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking Twenty-five miles to school every morning, Uphill... barefoot... BOTH ways ;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;Yadda, yadda, yadda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way I was going to lay a bunch of&amp;nbsp;stuff like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now that... I'm way over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, We had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalogue!! There was no email!! We had to actually write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;somebody a letter, with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! No where was safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;There were no MP3' s or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!&amp;nbsp; There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished and the tape would come undone, cause that's how we rolled dig? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;We didn't have fancy&amp;nbsp;stuff like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your Bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600 ! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel! There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove ... Imagine that!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes bac k in 1980 or before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;Regards,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The over 30 Crowd&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;Something I got through and e-mail. I think it speaks multitudes. Excuse the cursing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-4117217934104020063?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4117217934104020063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=4117217934104020063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4117217934104020063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4117217934104020063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/spoiled-under-30-crowd.html' title='The SPOILED under 30 CROWD'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-8532666794792148223</id><published>2009-12-10T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:35:14.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year  Christmas'/><title type='text'>wow where did 2009 go</title><content type='html'>I AM IN AWE OF HOW FAST 2009 FLEW BY... Kind of worried about our Country and our freedom in 2010.... I pray for God's mercy upon us. I have not blogged for such a long time..I am trying to build up a good repor again... Any way MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.... AND A BLESSED NEW YEAR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-8532666794792148223?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8532666794792148223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=8532666794792148223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8532666794792148223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8532666794792148223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-where-did-2009-go.html' title='wow where did 2009 go'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6282206173746257766</id><published>2009-05-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:21:42.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karaoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Suprise Party for my wonderful Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f95cda8caa4ad65b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df95cda8caa4ad65b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881005%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EC3A4AB8D8B95F8D0B9D3930A0622F94382E1A9.832E4B7C8B3423829609339CCC0F82B01C296C6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df95cda8caa4ad65b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGFd5uodMIOcKVL5-xuvDd8GA8ks&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df95cda8caa4ad65b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881005%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EC3A4AB8D8B95F8D0B9D3930A0622F94382E1A9.832E4B7C8B3423829609339CCC0F82B01C296C6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df95cda8caa4ad65b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGFd5uodMIOcKVL5-xuvDd8GA8ks&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carol's    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;FIESTA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6282206173746257766?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f95cda8caa4ad65b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6282206173746257766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6282206173746257766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6282206173746257766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6282206173746257766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2009/05/suprise-party-for-my-wonderful-mother.html' title='Suprise Party for my wonderful Mother'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-5458643494233296922</id><published>2008-12-02T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:10:42.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What An American Is?????</title><content type='html'>To Kill an American  You probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American. So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!) "An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan. An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans. An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses. An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.     An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence , which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return. When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!  As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan . Americans welcome the best of everything...the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least. The national symbol of America , The Statue of Liberty , welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These in fact are the people who built America . Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It's been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists. So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-5458643494233296922?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5458643494233296922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=5458643494233296922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/5458643494233296922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/5458643494233296922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-american-is.html' title='What An American Is?????'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2061955478907814431</id><published>2008-10-13T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:36:15.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There will be days so dreadful that you may regret ever getting out of bed, and there will be days so beautiful that you'll wish they would never end. You can make something good and valuable out of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Some people you meet will make you instantly feel that you've known them for years. Others you meet may make you want to get as far away from them as quickly as you can.&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of people are equally worthy of your kindness, respect and consideration, and have their own valuable gifts to offer. Remind yourself often of that.&lt;br /&gt;There will be stretches of time when you'll feel you can't get anything right, and there will be periods when everything you touch seems to turn to gold. Don't allow either extreme to get the best of you or to compromise your precious integrity.&lt;br /&gt;You'll experience times of boundless joy, and moments of overwhelming frustration. You'll discover places of extraordinary beauty, and regions of terrifying ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, remember that whatever you may encounter is virtually insignificant when compared with what you choose to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Always choose the best response, no matter what comes your way, and each day you'll rise a little higher than you were the day before.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ralph Marston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2061955478907814431?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2061955478907814431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2061955478907814431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2061955478907814431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2061955478907814431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-thoughts.html' title='SOME THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-8904048310607561071</id><published>2008-09-22T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:58:54.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><title type='text'>Me, my daughter and G-Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg4P-QNhRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/m9onBHCDsZs/s1600-h/me+in+blue.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249007212760499474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg4P-QNhRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/m9onBHCDsZs/s320/me+in+blue.bmp" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg3oDiRAkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dQZVwofrSwM/s1600-h/naebug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006526983635522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg3oDiRAkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dQZVwofrSwM/s320/naebug.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg36hrRZQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SgpkobYwpOI/s1600-h/sue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006844312118530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg36hrRZQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SgpkobYwpOI/s320/sue.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg31R3vqaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5p9PaRm0Mjw/s1600-h/j+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006754170120610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg31R3vqaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5p9PaRm0Mjw/s320/j+beans.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg3sGE8HwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ycFnukhoDkU/s1600-h/g+kids+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006596385414914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="291" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg3sGE8HwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ycFnukhoDkU/s320/g+kids+2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life, my beautiful grand daughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg3wB1ATSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GAueG-2r3Fo/s1600-h/g-kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006663964314914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="233" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg3wB1ATSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GAueG-2r3Fo/s320/g-kids.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg3hvK4YII/AAAAAAAAAVs/uYSs8fxotbg/s1600-h/naebugs+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-8904048310607561071?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8904048310607561071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=8904048310607561071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8904048310607561071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8904048310607561071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-my-daughter-and-g-babies.html' title='Me, my daughter and G-Babies'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNg4P-QNhRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/m9onBHCDsZs/s72-c/me+in+blue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6193428207698120767</id><published>2008-09-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:57:15.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>My Fathers Concern</title><content type='html'>Mr. MCcain:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polls and pundits keep saying that this Election will be very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, it does not matter who becomes the next President, and I base my opinion that we have far too many Senators and Congressmen that are entrenched and stagnated on Capital Hill that are there in thier best interest, and not in the peoples best interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiocy that the American people continue to vote the same people over and over, many with 30 - 40 years boggles my mind!!!  WE NEED TERM LIMITS NOT TO EXCEED 10 YEARS (ten years maximum) as there are far too many buddies and good old boys running our Nation and they should also be on SOCIAL SECURITY like many Americans, and not on an elite expensive plan in which they and spouses get large monetery incomes not comparable to incomes from Social Security.  Mr. MCcain, Please listen...If you want to win this election, you will have to gain the confidence of many Hispanic people in States like California, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, New Mexico, Colorado and other States with large numbers of Hispanics etc,etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important item you politicians shrug, is the word "Spanish" and prefer to use the misnomer term LATINO.  We have two Border Patrol agents, Ramos and Compean whom should be getting awards, but instead they are in prison because Racists like Johny sutton used his powers to put them there, and Racist George W. Bush who refuses to Pardon them!!!  Would you or will you pardon this two men???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously believe you should mention Ramos and Compean in public which will gain you many votes... If this message is not given to you, perhaps your staff is being derelict in keeping you informed.  I do believe you need as many votes as posibble, and this is no BS!!!&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last urgent suggestion to you, and I ask that letters for donations be discontinued as I do not donate to political spending.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by....Roy A. "Elroyo" Archuleta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6193428207698120767?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6193428207698120767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6193428207698120767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6193428207698120767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6193428207698120767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-fathers-concern.html' title='My Fathers Concern'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6849254084605996227</id><published>2008-08-11T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:31:47.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving. blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><title type='text'>ROSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at mewith a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, 'Hi handsome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. CanI give you a hug?' I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.' Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked. She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, andhave a couple of kids...''No seriously,' I asked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. 'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the  course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She loved to dress up and she reveled inthe attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was livingit up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our footballbanquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech,she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone andsimply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent an dthis whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order solet me just tell you what I know.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achievingsuccess. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to havea dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even knowit!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don'tDo one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anythingI will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather forthings we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets. 'She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our Daily lives. At the year' s end Rose finished the college degree she hadbegun All those years ago.One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to The wonderful woman who taught by example that it' s never too late tobe All you can possibly be. When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of adviceTo your friends and family, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make aLiving by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6849254084605996227?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6849254084605996227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6849254084605996227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6849254084605996227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6849254084605996227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/08/rose.html' title='ROSE'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2681532850099632884</id><published>2008-07-07T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:10:57.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churchill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roosevelt'/><title type='text'>2 TOUGH QUESTIONS</title><content type='html'>Question 1: If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates. Who would you vote for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate "A"  Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate "B" He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon , used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate "C" He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these candidates would be our choice? Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate B is W inston Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question: If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven. Pretty interesting isn't it? &lt;strong&gt;Makes a person think before judging someone&lt;/strong&gt;. Wait till you see the end of this note! Keep reading.. Never be afraid to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Amateurs...built the ark. Professionals. ..built the Titanic And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics: * 29 have been accused of spousal abuse * 7 have been arrested for fraud * 19 have been accused of writing bad checks * 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses * 3 have done time for assault * 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit * 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges * 8 have been arrested for shoplifting * 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits * 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which organization this is? Give up yet? It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that crank out hundreds of n ew laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2681532850099632884?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2681532850099632884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2681532850099632884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2681532850099632884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2681532850099632884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-tough-questions.html' title='2 TOUGH QUESTIONS'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-7145138291616165507</id><published>2008-07-07T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:59:44.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRESIDENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speech'/><title type='text'>PREZ BUSH RESIGNATION SPEECH</title><content type='html'>THIS IS FANTASTIC!  MAKE SURE YOU READ EVERY WORD.  REGARDLESS WHAT YOU THINK OF BUSH, WHOEVER WROTE THIS IS 100% ON THE MONEY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following 'speech' was written recently by an ordinary Maineiac [a resident of the People's Republic of Maine. While satirical in nature, all satire must have a basis in fact to be effective. This is an excellent piece by a person who does not write for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The speech George W. Bush might give:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I start these things out by saying 'My Fellow Americans.' Not doing it this time. If the polls are any indication, I don't know who more than half of you are anymore. I do know something terrible has happened, and that you're really not fellow Americans any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut right to the chase here: I quit. Now before anyone gets all in a lather about me quitting to avoid impeachment, or to avoid prosecution or something, let me assure you: There's been no breaking of laws or impeachable offenses in this office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm quitting is simple. I'm fed up with you people. I'm fed up because you have no understanding of what's really going on in the world. Or of what's going on in this once-great nation of ours. And the majority of you are too damned lazy to do your homework and figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start local. You've been sold a bill of goods by politicians and the news media. Polls show that the majority of you think the economy is in the tank. And that's despite record numbers of homeowners, including record numbers of MINORITY homeowners. And while we're mentioning minorities, I'll point out that minority business ownership is at an all-time high. Our unemployment rate is as low as it ever was during the Clinton administration. I've mentioned all those things before, but it doesn't seem to have sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the shock to our economy of 9/11, the stock market has rebounded to record levels and more Americans than ever are participating in these markets. Meanwhile, all you can do is whine about gas prices, and most of you are too damn stupid to realize that gas prices are high because there's increased demand in other parts of the world, and because a small handful of noisy idiots are more worried about polar bears and beachfront property than your economic security.We face real threats in the world. Don't give me this 'blood fo r oil' thing. If I were trading blood for oil I would've already seized Iraq's oil fields and let the rest of the country go to hell. And don't give me this 'Bush Lied; People Died' crap either. If I were the liar you morons take me for, I could've easily had chemical weapons planted in Iraq so they could be 'discovered.' Instead, I owned up to the fa ct that the intelligence was faulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind you that the rest of the world thought Saddam had the goods, same as me. Let me also remind you that regime change in Iraq was official US policy before I came into office. Some guy named 'Clinton' established that policy. Bet you didn't know that, did you? Now some of you morons are considering another and more evil Clinton for president !!!! Go figure that one!! She wants to take your kids away and let the 'Whole Village' raise them! i.e. governmental indoctrination .. Look this one up you dumb asses!The rest of you morons want to be led by a junior senator with no understanding of foreign policy or economic s, and this nitwit says we should attack Pakistan, a nucular ally.  And then he wants to go to Iran and make peace with a terrorist who says he's going to destroy us. While he's doing that, he wants to give Iraq to al Qaeda, Afghanistan to the Taliban, Israel to the Palestinians, and your money to the IRS so the government can give welfare to illegal aliens, who he will make into citizens, so they can vote to reelect him.  He also thinks it's okay for Iran to have nucular weapons, and we should stop our foreign aid to Israel. Did you sleep through high school?You idiots need to understand that we face a unique enemy. Back during the cold war, there were two major competing political and economic models squaring off. We won that war, but we did so because fundamentally, the Communists wanted to survive, just as we do. We were simply able to out spend and out-tech them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the case this time. The soldiers of our new enemy don't care if they survive. In fact, they want to die. That'd be fine, as long as they weren't also committed to taking as many of you with them as they can. But they are. They want to kill you, and the bastards are all over the globe.You should be grateful that they haven't gotte n any more of us here in the United States since September 11. But you're not. That's because you've got no idea how hard a small number of intelligence, military, law enforcement, and homeland security people have worked to make sure of that. When this whole mess started, I warned you that this would be a long and difficult fight. I'm disappointed how many of you people think a long and difficult fight amounts to a single season of 'Survivor.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you've grown impatient. You're incapable of seeing things through the long lens of history, the way our enemies do. You think that wars should last a few months, a few years, tops.Making matters worse, you actively support those who help the enemy. Every time you buy the New York Times, every time you send a donation to a cut-and-run Democrat's political campaign, well, dang it, you might just as well FedEx a grenade launcher to a Jihadist. It amounts to the same thing.In this day and age, it's easy enough to find the truth. It's all over the Internet. It just isn't on the pages of the New York Times, USA Today, or on NBC News. But even if it were, I doubt you'd be any smarter. Most of you would rather watch American Idol or Dancing with Stars.I could say more about your expectations that the government will always be there to bail you out, even if you're too stupid to leave a city that's below sea level and has a hurricane approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say more about your insane belief that government, not your own wallet, is where the money comes from. But I've come to the conclusion that were I to do so, it would sail right over your heads.So I quit. I'm going back to Crawford. I've got an energy-efficient house down there (Al Gore could only dream) and the capability to be fully self-sufficient for years. No one ever heard of Crawford before I got elected, and as soon as I'm done here pretty much no one will ever hear of it again. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to die of old age before the last pillars of America fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, Cheney's quitting too. That means Pelosi is your new President. You asked for it. Watch what she does carefully, because I still have a glimmer of hope that there are just enough of you remaining who are smart enough to turn this thing around in 2008.So that's it. God bless what's left of AmericaSome of you know what I mean. The rest of you, kiss off. PS - You might want to start learning Farsi, and buy a Koran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-7145138291616165507?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7145138291616165507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=7145138291616165507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/7145138291616165507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/7145138291616165507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/07/prez-bush-resignation-speech.html' title='PREZ BUSH RESIGNATION SPEECH'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-8163463481598342702</id><published>2008-06-03T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:05:59.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving. blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>My Cousin, she rocks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SEX4VF3hLAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6dSzpmtHC2M/s1600-h/my+cuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207841585359825922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SEX4VF3hLAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6dSzpmtHC2M/s320/my+cuz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY GUYS CHECK OUT MY COUSINS SITE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am really proud of her...This woman is a walking miracle &amp;amp; blessing..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strong willed and beautful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE VISIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stephaniemiller2008"&gt;www.myspace.com/stephaniemiller2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-8163463481598342702?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8163463481598342702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=8163463481598342702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8163463481598342702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8163463481598342702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-cousin-she-rocks.html' title='My Cousin, she rocks...'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SEX4VF3hLAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6dSzpmtHC2M/s72-c/my+cuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-7763819633299400950</id><published>2008-05-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:15:42.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy'/><title type='text'>THIS YA GOTTA SEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b139fa38dfdee5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b139fa38dfdee5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881006%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D91C7204B8E3CCA13349C7E384B5BF9DEE5D0437.11AB34644798CE48C1E239A7E6FC2D20956600FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b139fa38dfdee5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7RPuY-eqtOuoIsg6ShZ9U4efL4c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b139fa38dfdee5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881006%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D91C7204B8E3CCA13349C7E384B5BF9DEE5D0437.11AB34644798CE48C1E239A7E6FC2D20956600FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b139fa38dfdee5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7RPuY-eqtOuoIsg6ShZ9U4efL4c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too cute for words.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-7763819633299400950?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b139fa38dfdee5a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7763819633299400950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=7763819633299400950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/7763819633299400950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/7763819633299400950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-ya-gotta-see.html' title='THIS YA GOTTA SEE'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2773111408557599989</id><published>2008-05-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:15:35.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholarship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHILD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foundation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Naebugs possible "SCHOLARSHIP"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me and My family are EXTREMELY EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 year old granddaughter who is in 4th grade passed a test which will allow her to attend a summer camp through The Challenge Foundation. Students were hand picked so to speak, by their teachers. Students who passed the test also have excellent attendance, grades, and social behavior. My granddaughter refuses to miss school, even if she does not feel well. She has exceeded honor roll status and made it to the PRINCIPLES HONOR ROLL list. Most of my family is native to Colorado, but Lynnae is a native to New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an adjustment for her to attend an inner city Charter School in comparison to the last school she attended. Approximately 100 students were chosen from all the Denver and Aurora schools to attend this summer camp and only 13 students will be chosen for the scholarship. 9 girls were chosen from Lynnae's school and she is among the top 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students will attend a private school from 6th - 12th grade. The scholarship provides clothing, books, school fees, and whatever necessary to meet any of the child's needs to succeed. A mentor/counselor will be assigned to each child. Home visits and the childs progress will be monitored. I was told that the private schools the children/child will attend costs around $17,000 a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is better than sliced bread,,,what an opportunity for my Naebug. The people who are owners/advocates of THE CHALLENGE FOUNDATION care about families that can not afford to send their straight "a" students to a private school. I am so excited that my granddaughter not only will attend this camp/school setting but she will meet professors, scientists, mathematicians, and in the process will learn from this. This camp is an evaluation and elimination  process. If Lynnae is  NOT one of the 13 students chosen, I know she has a great future ahead of her either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MORE INFORMATION ON THE CHALLENGE FOUNDATION PLEASE VISIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thechallengefoundation.org/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.thechallengefoundation.org/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2773111408557599989?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2773111408557599989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2773111408557599989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2773111408557599989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2773111408557599989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/05/naebugs-possible-scholarship.html' title='Naebugs possible &quot;SCHOLARSHIP&quot;'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2239925421545601906</id><published>2008-05-12T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:50:53.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN FACTS'/><title type='text'>FACTS ABOUT OUR BODIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The largest cell in the human body is the female egg and the smallest is the male sperm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A full bladder is roughly the size of a soft ball It takes food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; One human hair can support 3kg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human thighbones are stronger than concrete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The attachment of human muscles to skin is what causes dimples.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average man's penis is three times the length of his thumb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A woman's heart beats faster than a man's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If the average male never shaved, his beard would be 13 feet long when he died.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Men with hairless chests are more likely to get cirrhosis of the liver than men with hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Side by side, 2000 cells from the human body could cover about one square inch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Women blink twice as much as men.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The average person's skin weighs twice as much as their brain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are looking at someone you love, your pupils dilate... they do the same when you are looking at someone you hate!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes twice as long to lose new muscle if you stop working out than it did to gain it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You're ears secrete more earwax when you are afraid than when you aren't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Your body uses 300 muscles to balance itself when you are standing still.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If saliva cannot dissolve something, you cannot taste it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The average woman is 5 inches shorter than the average man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2239925421545601906?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2239925421545601906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2239925421545601906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2239925421545601906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2239925421545601906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/05/facts-about-our-bodies.html' title='FACTS ABOUT OUR BODIES'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-7390965924251235109</id><published>2008-05-03T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:10:17.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='widow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Wrong e-mail address</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I am sure many of you have already read this at sometime but I am sure some have not, it is funny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong E-mail address:&lt;br /&gt;A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of their hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minneapolis and flew to Florida on Friday, and his wife was flying down the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband checked into the hotel, and unlike years ago, there was a computer in his room, and he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her E-mail address, and without noticing his error, sent the email to the wrong address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile ... Somewhere in Houston ... A widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory after suffering a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;The widow decided to check her E-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and then fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and then glanced up and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;To: My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday, October 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I have arrived!&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Love: I know you are surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now, and you are allowed to send E-mail to your loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;I have just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow, and look forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;PS . It sure is freakin' hot down here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-7390965924251235109?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7390965924251235109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=7390965924251235109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/7390965924251235109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/7390965924251235109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/05/wrong-e-mail-address.html' title='Wrong e-mail address'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2351715988685437468</id><published>2008-04-29T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:30:50.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discharge'/><title type='text'>Ralph and Edna,,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SBfZvaGNxYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hePGclrf-3w/s1600-h/ONIONS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194860103677625730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SBfZvaGNxYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hePGclrf-3w/s320/ONIONS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool. Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.. When she went to tell Edna the news she said, "Edna, I have good news and bad news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his Bathrobe belt right after you saved him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;I am so sorry, but he's dead." Edna replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2351715988685437468?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2351715988685437468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2351715988685437468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2351715988685437468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2351715988685437468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/ralph-and-edna.html' title='Ralph and Edna,,,,,'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SBfZvaGNxYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hePGclrf-3w/s72-c/ONIONS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-1995164581159732359</id><published>2008-04-21T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:08:14.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outstanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humane'/><title type='text'>ANGEL BABY SHARING HER LOVE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SA1H_aGNxWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k604A65-lN0/s1600-h/AwardfromBlueLicorice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191885100090770786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SA1H_aGNxWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k604A65-lN0/s320/AwardfromBlueLicorice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks Angel Baby for sharing this award with me. You mean alot to me, and I know you are a very giving person, My prayers are for you and your family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You Rock buddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-1995164581159732359?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1995164581159732359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=1995164581159732359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/1995164581159732359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='push away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>IN GOD WE STILL TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40b13cc84eab60b9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6723588497720725827?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6723588497720725827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6723588497720725827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6723588497720725827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6723588497720725827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-god-we-still-trust.html' title='IN GOD WE STILL TRUST'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-619111815600955394</id><published>2008-04-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:01:18.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electric fence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmer'/><title type='text'>WOW, LOOK AT THIS SNAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAagphsGgmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oqluc0MAwGE/s1600-h/snake+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190012255869502050" style="WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAagphsGgmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oqluc0MAwGE/s320/snake+1.bmp" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAafqhsGglI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xoLMHcdNmFs/s1600-h/snake+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190011173537743442" style="WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAafqhsGglI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xoLMHcdNmFs/s320/snake+2.bmp" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seems a sheep farmer was puzzled about the disappearance of some sheep on his farm. After a few weeks the farmer decided to put up an electric fence. About a week later, this is what he found! Now, I know we've all heard of people being eaten by snakes &amp;amp; I bet most of us have said,'If a snake tried to eat me, I'd blah,blah, blah &amp;amp; get away. Well, this is a Python &amp;amp; they're extremely aggressive &amp;amp; have a &lt;strong&gt;few teeth&lt;/strong&gt; that they use to hold their prey while they wrap around them &amp;amp; then constrict..Could you get away if this one bit you &amp;amp; held on with it'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh my, what a scary thought of getting attacked by a snake with teeth like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-619111815600955394?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/619111815600955394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=619111815600955394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/619111815600955394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/619111815600955394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-look-at-this-snake.html' title='WOW, LOOK AT THIS SNAKE'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAagphsGgmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oqluc0MAwGE/s72-c/snake+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2261633498475106891</id><published>2008-04-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:51:39.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attorneys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>GRANDMA WENT TO COURT a MUST READ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R_rri3ahpII/AAAAAAAAAQE/AK9oTrIeeZY/s1600-h/Court+Grandma.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186716905093833858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R_rri3ahpII/AAAAAAAAAQE/AK9oTrIeeZY/s320/Court+Grandma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD TO POST THIS ONE....very funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer. In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R_rqgXahpHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/E-fGQIbs56E/s1600-h/Court+Grandma.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.' The lawyer was stunned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?' She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire sta te. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three diff erent women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.' The defense attorney nearly died. The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, 'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW CAN YOU IMAGINE,, Don't know if this is true but it made me laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2261633498475106891?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2261633498475106891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2261633498475106891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2261633498475106891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2261633498475106891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandma-went-to-court-must-read.html' title='GRANDMA WENT TO COURT a MUST READ...'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R_rri3ahpII/AAAAAAAAAQE/AK9oTrIeeZY/s72-c/Court+Grandma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2116381193210681206</id><published>2008-04-05T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:31:45.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handicap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embrace'/><title type='text'>TWO CHOICES, What would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.' Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay' Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third ! Shay, run to third!' As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team. 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2116381193210681206?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2116381193210681206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2116381193210681206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2116381193210681206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2116381193210681206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-choices-what-would-you-do.html' title='TWO CHOICES, What would you do?'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-2391952467436517463</id><published>2008-03-27T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:36:12.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gasoline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expensive'/><title type='text'>Not only gasoline is expensive...READ THIS</title><content type='html'>All these examples do NOT imply that gasoline is cheap; it just illustrates how outrageous some prices are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be really shocked by the last one!!!! (At least, I was..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think a gallon of gas is expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Snapple 16 oz $1.29 ... $10.32 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea 16 oz $1.19 .........$9.52 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Gatorade 20 oz $1.59 .... $10.17 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Spray 16 oz $1.25 ......... $10.00 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Brake Fluid 12 oz $3.15 ......... $33.60 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Vick's Nyquil 6 oz $8.35 ... $178.13 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Pepto Bismol 4 oz $3.85 .. $123.20 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Whiteout 7 oz $1.39 ....... . $25.42 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;Scope 15 oz $0.99 ....$8.48 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;And this is the REAL KICKER...&lt;br /&gt;Evian water 9 oz $1.49..........$21.19 per gallon!&lt;br /&gt;$21.19 for WATER and buyers don't even know the source.&lt;br /&gt;(Evian spelled backwards is Naive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why computer printers are so cheap?&lt;br /&gt;So they have you hooked for the ink. Someone calculated the cost of the ink at................ you won't believe it................but it is true........................ $5,200 a gal. (five thousand two hundred dollars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you're at the pump, be glad your car doesn't run on water, Scope, or Whiteout, Pepto Bismol, Nyquil or God forbid, Printer Ink!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, and we spend our $$$$ without looking at the whole picture... YIKES..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-2391952467436517463?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2391952467436517463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=2391952467436517463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2391952467436517463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/2391952467436517463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-only-gasoline-is-expensiveread-this.html' title='Not only gasoline is expensive...READ THIS'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6243587827408291855</id><published>2008-03-18T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:21:22.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MULTIPLY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EATING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAME'/><title type='text'>2008 Is the only time this will work,, IT IS FUN,,</title><content type='html'>Get a calculator ready!&lt;br /&gt;YOUR AGE BY EATING OUT&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me your age; you probably would tell a falsehood anyway-but your waiter may know! YOUR AGE BY DINER &amp;amp; RESTAURANT MATH This is pretty neat DON'T CHEAT BY LOOKING DOWN FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes less than a minute&lt;/strong&gt;. Work this out as you read . &lt;strong&gt;This is not one of those waste of time&lt;/strong&gt; things, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to go out to eat. (more than once but less than 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Add 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Multiply it by 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; If you have already had your birthday this year add 1758... If you haven't, add 1757.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Now subtract the four digit year that you were born. You should have a three digit number The first digit of this was your original number. (I.e., How many times you want to go out to restaurants in a week.)&lt;br /&gt;The next two numbers are YOUR AGE ! ------ (Oh YES, it is!) THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2008) IT WILL EVER WORK, SO SPREAD IT AROUND WHILE IT LASTS.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6243587827408291855?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6243587827408291855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6243587827408291855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6243587827408291855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6243587827408291855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/2008-is-only-time-this-will-work-it-is.html' title='2008 Is the only time this will work,, IT IS FUN,,'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6051622055628608378</id><published>2008-03-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:19:03.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earlier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>EASTER IS A DAY EARLIER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easter this year is: Sunday March 23, 2008 * As you may know, Easter is always the 1st Sunday after the 1st full moon after the Spring Equinox (which is March 20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This dating of Easter is based on the lunar calendar that Hebrew people used to identify passover, which is why it moves around on our Roman calendar. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out a couple of things you might be interested in! Based on the above, Easter can actually be one day earlier (March 22) but that is pretty rare. This year is the earliest Easter any of us will ever see the rest of our lives! And only the most elderly of our population have ever seen it this early (95 years old or above!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And none of us have ever, or will ever, see it a day earlier! Here's the facts: * The next time Easter will be this early (March 23) will be the year 2228 (220 years from now). The last time it was this early was 1913 (so if you're 95 or older, you are the only ones that were around for that!). * The next time it will be a day earlier, March 22, will be in the year 2285 (277 years from now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time it was on March 22 was 1818. So, no one alive today has or will ever see it any earlier than this year! Hope you all have a Blessed Easter! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178381133558257090" style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="113" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R91ONGlTFcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pzNIP7JiyAE/s320/DOVE.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EASTER IS RESURRECTION DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6051622055628608378?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6051622055628608378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6051622055628608378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6051622055628608378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6051622055628608378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-is-day-earlier.html' title='EASTER IS A DAY EARLIER'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R91ONGlTFcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pzNIP7JiyAE/s72-c/DOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6979042379791495084</id><published>2008-03-09T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:16:36.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>COLUMBINE HIGH SCHOOL TRAGEDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R9Q1A2lTFaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WUnxMRQjuss/s1600-h/columbine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175820160523769250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R9Q1A2lTFaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WUnxMRQjuss/s320/columbine1.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Guess our national leaders didn't expect this, hmm? On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee's sub-committee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The following is a portion of the transcript: 'Since the dawn of creation there has been both good &amp;amp; evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Their blood cries out for answers. 'The first recorded act of violence was when Cain sle w his brother Abel out in the fi eld. The villain was not the club he used.. Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain's heart. 'In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA - because I don't believe that they are responsible for my daughter's death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel's murder I would be their strongest opponent. I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy -- it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers thems elves. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your laws ignore our deepest needs, Your words are empty air. You've stripped away our heritage, You've outlawed simple prayer. Now gunshots fill our classrooms, And precious children die. You seek for answers everywhere, And ask the question 'Why?' You regulate restrictive laws, Through legislative creed. And yet you fail to understand, That God is what we need! 'Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, mind, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreak havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational systems for most of our nation's history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine's tragedy occurs -- politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We do not need more restrictive laws. Eric and Dylan would not have b een stopp ed by metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts. 'As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes, he did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in America , and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA -- I give to you a sincere challenge. Dare to examine your own heart before casting the first stone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My daughter's death will not be in vain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!' Do what the media did not - - let the nation hear this man's speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MORE DETAILS ON THIS TRAGIC EVENT GO TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbine_High_School_massacre"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbine_High_School_massacre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6979042379791495084?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6979042379791495084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6979042379791495084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6979042379791495084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6979042379791495084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/columbine-high-school-tragedy.html' title='COLUMBINE HIGH SCHOOL TRAGEDY'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R9Q1A2lTFaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WUnxMRQjuss/s72-c/columbine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-3843007378469101246</id><published>2008-03-07T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:19:51.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free PC Security'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotojo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Number 1 on Google Search'/><title type='text'>My Co-Author Hits Number 1 Spot On Google Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How about this then my dear readers and subscribers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My co-author&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/members/cotojo/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Colin aka cotojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;started his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Free PC Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blog 11 months ago and has been in Googles top 10 for much of that time, reaching number 2 on Google Search for his niche, Free PC Security. Today he has reached the Number 1 spot. His blog remains Free without paid links etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am so proud of my buddy,, he really deserves this.. ever since I met Colin he has been a gentleman and friend.. I can honestly say that what he does is for a great purpose,, he helps people out..and he really cares... KUDOS TO YOU BUDDY yur buddy Colorado baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Click thumbmail for full size image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="number-1-on-google.jpg" href="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/number-1-on-google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="number-1-on-google.jpg" src="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/number-1-on-google.thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;© &lt;a href="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Free PC Security 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-3843007378469101246?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3843007378469101246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=3843007378469101246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/3843007378469101246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/3843007378469101246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-co-author-hits-number-1-spot-on.html' title='My Co-Author Hits Number 1 Spot On Google Search'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6884583796459891034</id><published>2008-03-06T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:34:45.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTAMINATED'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOXIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RATS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WASH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DISEASE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CANS'/><title type='text'>WASH CANS, AND WHY?</title><content type='html'>Poisoned by drinking out of a can!!!! (Beer would be the same thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident recently happened in North Texas . A woman went boating one Sunday taking with her some cans of coke which she put into the refrigerator of the boat. On Monday she was taken to the hospital and placed in ICU. She died on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt; autopsy&lt;/strong&gt; concluded she &lt;strong&gt;died&lt;/strong&gt; of Leptospirosis This was traced to the can of &lt;strong&gt;coke&lt;/strong&gt; she &lt;strong&gt;drank &lt;/strong&gt;from without using a glass Tests showed that the can was infected by dried rat urine and hence the &lt;strong&gt;disease Leptospirosis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rat urine contains &lt;strong&gt;TOXIC &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;DEATHLY&lt;/strong&gt; substances. It is highly recommended to thoroughly wash the &lt;strong&gt;upper part&lt;/strong&gt; of soda cans before drinking out of them. The cans are typically &lt;strong&gt;stocked&lt;/strong&gt; in warehouses and transported straight to the shops without being cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A study at NYCU&lt;/strong&gt; showed that the tops of soda cans are more contaminated than &lt;strong&gt;public toilets&lt;/strong&gt; (i.e).. full of germs and bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So wash them with water before putting them to the mouth to avoid any kind of fatal accident&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you would like to know how to get rid of RATS visit the site below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildlife.pro/kill-eliminate-rats.html"&gt;http://www.wildlife.pro/kill-eliminate-rats.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or to get more information on this DISEASE, SEE THE SITE BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/dbmd/diseaseinfo/leptospirosis_g.htm"&gt;http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/dbmd/diseaseinfo/leptospirosis_g.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6884583796459891034?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6884583796459891034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6884583796459891034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6884583796459891034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6884583796459891034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/wash-cans-and-why.html' title='WASH CANS, AND WHY?'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6257244312681148502</id><published>2008-03-05T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:23:56.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tweety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worry'/><title type='text'>Tweety just stopped by to say,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R89HZqdoKdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aYj55oRqdfM/s1600-h/ANGER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174433003092847058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R89HZqdoKdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aYj55oRqdfM/s320/ANGER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6257244312681148502?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6257244312681148502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6257244312681148502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6257244312681148502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6257244312681148502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/tweety-just-stopped-by-to-say.html' title='Tweety just stopped by to say,'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R89HZqdoKdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aYj55oRqdfM/s72-c/ANGER.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-8210688037267861249</id><published>2008-03-05T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:12:51.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXPERIENCE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WISDOM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEARNING'/><title type='text'>WISDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be satisfied with a little, is the greatest wisdom; and he that increaseth his riches, increaseth his cares; but a contented mind is a hidden treasure, and trouble findeth it not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akhenaton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seeking wisdom thou art wise; in imagining that thou hast attained it - thou art a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord Chesterfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herb Caen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is the quality that keeps you from getting into situations where you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doug Larson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jean Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-8210688037267861249?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8210688037267861249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=8210688037267861249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8210688037267861249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8210688037267861249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/wisdom.html' title='WISDOM'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-8812740513424323583</id><published>2008-03-02T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:20:48.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddball stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fostering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>The Pig Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Even Dachshunds rescue and "adopt". She is fostering this baby for another mom who couldn't take care of him. His eyes were closed, but now they are open. He is just a little bigger than her other pups. She loves this little guy more than the other puppies and she is nursing him back to health. He is the cleanest puppy ever because she licks him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172094365492517714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b4bCf7G1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JQMLzJb50W8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172094597420751714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b4oif7G2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/J3TCulEJcTw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pink and the puppies nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172094846528854898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b43Cf7G3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-5i2JiaxYNI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He nurses all the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172095787126692754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b5tyf7G5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZDq-KwabJC4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sleeping with his siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172095988990155682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b55if7G6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/zrDysbVwtAU/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He is sooo cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172096268163029938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b6Jyf7G7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/moUO_fmNWMw/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tink is very protective over Pink&lt;br /&gt;She keeps him close to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172096452846623682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b6Uif7G8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/p6ux5HVmJj0/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The family sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/community/honeybunchesofstuff" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-8812740513424323583?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8812740513424323583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=8812740513424323583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8812740513424323583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/8812740513424323583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/pig-puppy.html' title='The Pig Puppy'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8b4bCf7G1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JQMLzJb50W8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-4815853053048183005</id><published>2008-02-28T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:24:28.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Trade Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='911'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Operations'/><title type='text'>Here SHE is,  The USS New York (LPD 21), made from the World Trade Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8eH-CS4bAI/AAAAAAAAALA/j8H8TCTBXIQ/s1600-h/uss+new+your.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172252196896009218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8eH-CS4bAI/AAAAAAAAALA/j8H8TCTBXIQ/s320/uss+new+your.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;USS New York It was built with 24 tons of scrap steel from the WorldTrade Center It is the fifth in a new class of warship designed for missions that in-clude special operations against terrorists. It will carry a crew of 360 sailors and 700 combat-ready Marines to be delivered ashore by helicopters and assault craft. Steel from the World Trade Center was melted down in a foundry in Amite , LA to cast the ship's bow section. When it was poured into the molds on Sept. 9, 2003 , "those big rough steelworkers treated it with total reverence," recalled Navy Capt. Kevin Wensing, who was there. "It was a spiritual moment for everybody there." Junior Chavers, foundry operations manager, said that when the trade center steel first arrived, he touched it with his hand and the "hair on my neck stood up." "It had a big meaning to it for all of us," he said. "They knocked us down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;They can't keep us down. We're going to be back." The ship's motto? "Never Forget." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-4815853053048183005?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4815853053048183005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=4815853053048183005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4815853053048183005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4815853053048183005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-she-is-uss-new-york-lpd-21-made.html' title='Here SHE is,  The USS New York (LPD 21), made from the World Trade Center'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8eH-CS4bAI/AAAAAAAAALA/j8H8TCTBXIQ/s72-c/uss+new+your.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-5828400782589178221</id><published>2008-02-28T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:29:25.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY BUT TRUE</title><content type='html'>People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are willing to get off the couch to search the entire room for the T.V.. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". What good is cake if you can't eat it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No I just paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has n ever been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-5828400782589178221?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5828400782589178221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=5828400782589178221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/5828400782589178221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/5828400782589178221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-but-true.html' title='CRAZY BUT TRUE'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-4588107852006146951</id><published>2008-02-27T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:57:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CENTER OF THE BIBLE, MUST READ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8YU-Sf7GuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ENPescERAXU/s1600-h/BIBLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171844282431773410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8YU-Sf7GuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ENPescERAXU/s400/BIBLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is the shortest chapter in the Bible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: Psalms 117&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is the longest chapter in the Bible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: Psalms 119&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Which chapter is in the center of the Bible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: Psalms 118 Fact: There are 594 chapters before Psalms 118 Fact: There are 594 chapters after Psalms 118 "Add" these numbers up and you get 1188.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is the center verse in the Bible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: Psalms 118:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Does this verse say something significant about God's perfect will for our lives?The next time someone says they would like to findGod's perfect will for their lives and that they want to be in the center of His will, just send them to the center of His Word!&lt;&gt;Psalms 118:8"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man."Now isn't that odd how this worked out (or was God in the center of it)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said a prayer for you. Got a minute? 60 seconds for God? All you do is say a small prayer for the person who sent you this........."Father God bless my friend in whatever it is that you knowhe/she may be needing this day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And may his/her life be full of your peace,prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have acloser relationship with You. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-4588107852006146951?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4588107852006146951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=4588107852006146951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4588107852006146951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/4588107852006146951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/center-of-bible-must-read.html' title='CENTER OF THE BIBLE, MUST READ'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8YU-Sf7GuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ENPescERAXU/s72-c/BIBLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-6029355490105579233</id><published>2008-02-27T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:31:11.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Attitude</title><content type='html'>There once was a woman who woke up one morning,looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today?"So she did and she had a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirrorand saw that she had only two hairs on her head."H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today?"  So she did and she had a grand day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head."Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail."  So she did and she had a fun, fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head."YEA!" she exclaimed,"I don't have to fix my hair today!"Attitude is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-6029355490105579233?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6029355490105579233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=6029355490105579233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6029355490105579233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/6029355490105579233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-attitude.html' title='Beautiful Attitude'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-3657509110567577020</id><published>2008-02-27T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:09:05.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>BLONDE JOKES...SILLLY STUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license. She replied in a huff, "I wish you guys could get your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A police officer pulls over a car with a young blonde driver in it....&lt;br /&gt;Cop : "Miss, this is a 65 MPH highway, why are you going so slowly?"&lt;br /&gt;Blonde : "Officer, I saw a lot of signs saying 22, not 65."&lt;br /&gt;Cop : "Oh miss, that's not the speed limit, that's the name of the highway you're on!"&lt;br /&gt;Blonde : "Oh! Stupid me! Thanks for letting me know, Ill be more careful from now on."&lt;br /&gt;At this point the cop looks into the back seat of the car, where the passengers are shaking and white as ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;Cop : "Excuse me miss, what's wrong with your friends back there? They're shaking something awful."&lt;br /&gt;Blonde : "Oh... We just got off of highway 119".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of blondes were driving through Louisiana when they came to a sign that told them they were almost to Natchitoches. They argued all the way there about how to pronounce the name of the town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Finally they stopped for lunch. After getting their food, one of the blondes said to the cashier, "Can you settle an argument for us? Very slowly, tell us where we are."The cashier leaned over the counter and said:"Buuurrrrrr-Gerrrrrr Kiiiinnnnnggg&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-3657509110567577020?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3657509110567577020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=3657509110567577020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/3657509110567577020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/3657509110567577020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/blonde-jokessillly-stuff.html' title='BLONDE JOKES...SILLLY STUFF'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-1980175034270846428</id><published>2008-02-27T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:41:19.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maintenance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIPSTICK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Principle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>LITTLE GIRLS WITH LIPSTICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8YDDCf7GpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lMpCXRwPzRc/s1600-h/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171824572826851986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8YDDCf7GpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lMpCXRwPzRc/s400/kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in Markham, ON was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. "Several memos were posted about this without effect"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that all these lip prints were causing a problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it was to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls just how hard it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under careful instructions, the man took out a long-handled squeegee, solemnly dipped it in the nearest toilet bowl, and scrubbed at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was complete silence in the bathroom. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. There are Teachers..... and then there are Educators.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-1980175034270846428?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1980175034270846428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=1980175034270846428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/1980175034270846428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/1980175034270846428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-girls-with-lipstick.html' title='LITTLE GIRLS WITH LIPSTICK'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8YDDCf7GpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lMpCXRwPzRc/s72-c/kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-395233683543334367</id><published>2008-02-26T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:22:41.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHRISTMAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRAYER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHILD'/><title type='text'>A CHILDS PRAYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;A 4-year-old boy who was asked to return thanks before Christmas dinner. The family members bowed their heads in expectation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;He began his prayer, thanking God for all his friends, naming them one by one. Then he thanked God for Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa, and all his aunts and uncles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Then he began to thank God for the food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;He gave thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad, the cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the Cool Whip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he paused, and everyone waited and waited. The young fellow finally looked up at his mother and asked, "If I thank God for the broccoli, won't he know I'm lying?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2124737037418846884-395233683543334367?l=bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/feeds/395233683543334367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2124737037418846884&amp;postID=395233683543334367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/395233683543334367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2124737037418846884/posts/default/395233683543334367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunchesofstuff4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/childs-prayer.html' title='A CHILDS PRAYER'/><author><name>Colorado Baby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/Syfjxzq5evI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9boBjzhYkU/S220/col.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124737037418846884.post-411224383762767379</id><published>2008-02-26T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:54:11.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8TZ9Sf7GoI/AAAAAAAAAII/9wUIcA4EkjA/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171497919089154690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8TZ9Sf7GoI/AAAAAAAAAII/9wUIcA4EkjA/s400/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;HOWDY PARTNERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; What cake can you drink coffee from? A cup cake. (Sorry, coffee cake is too easy). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; What boats can you always buy at a reduced price? Sale (sail) boats. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; A banana and an apple got married, but they argued all the time. So the banana split. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; How many bees are there in a hive? 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