~I can't help but wonder, as I pass through mine,
How the ones who watch and wait for me,
Will know just exactly when it's Time~

Perchance it comes with age,
experience, or even repetition.
I've scrutinized my intentions
as well as my impressions.

What I had meant, and hoped for,
how short had fallen my mark.
Chancing happenstances that
haplessly fell into my lap
~or out of my mouth~
Even the 'lucky' outcomes,
serendipitously plucky and
somehow 'going south'.

Daring to call it 'destiny',
I didn't want to experience
just another coincidence.

I wanted it all to be so meaningful.

Having asked myself the hard questions.
Forcing an all out search of the Soul,
seeking out my 'Good Intentions',
Finally realizing I'd acted out 'The Fool'.

It has always been just right here,
as I explored wild exotic places.
Just behind my mystique masque,
penumbra my miscellany of faces

I scoured and rummaged through
my quintessenced soul and witnessed
the transpired sacred secret.
As much a mystery as I'd believed,
turned out, it was just a simple trinket

Rejoice the Joys I was meant to wear
the gowns and robes of self satisfaction.
Succor once gained for one's 'Self'
disseminates by aggragate association.

~Whurl

Personally I think POLITICAL CORRECTNESS is BULLSHIT

HOW TO SPEAK TO WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT

She is not a BABE or a CHICK-
She is a breasted American

She is not a SCREAMER or a MOANER –
She is vocally appreciative

She is not DUMB –
She is a DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY

She has not BEEN AROUND-
She is a PREVIOUSLY ENJOYED COMPANION

She is not an AIRHEAD –
She is REALITY IMPAIRED

She does not get DRUNK or TIPSY -
She gets CHEMICALLY CONVENIENCED

She is not HORNY –
She is SEXUALLY FOCUSED

She does not have BREAST IMPLANTS-
She is MEDICALLY ENHANCED

She does not NAG YOU –
She becomes VERBALLY REPETITIVE

She is not a SLUT-
She is SEXUALLY EXTROVERTED

She does not have MAJOR LEAGUE HOOTERS –
She is PECTORALLY SUPERIOR

She is not a TWO-BIT-WHORE –
She is a LOW-COST-PROVIDER



HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT

He does not have a BEER GUT-
He has developed a LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY

He is not a BAD DANCER –
He is OVERLY CAUCASION

He does not GET LOST ALL THE TIME –
He INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS

He is not BALDING –
He is in FOLLICLE REGRESSION

He is not a CRADLE ROBBER –
He is GENERATIONALLY DIFFERENTIAL

He does not get FALLING-DOWN-DRUNK –
He becomes ACCIDENTALLY HORIZONTAL

He does not act like a TOTAL ASS –
He develops a case of RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION

I feel like laughing out loud today.
These two did it for me, I hope they can do it for you!

A guy sees a sign in front of a house:

"Talking Dog for Sale."

He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks.

"Yep," the mutt replies.

"So, what's your story?"

The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered my gift of talking when I was still pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog. The owner says, "Ten dollars."

The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him, so cheap?"

The owner replies, "He's just a big liar. He didn't do any of that shit"

Kind ‘a Funny?

A woman and a man are involved in a car accident,
it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally
demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt.

After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says,
"So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman.
Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left,
but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God
that we should meet and be friends and live together
in peace for the rest of our days".

Flattered, the man replied, "Oh yes, I agree with
you completely! This must be a sign from God!"

The woman continued, "And look at this, here's
another miracle. My car is completely demolished but
this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely, God wants us
to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune."

Then she hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his
head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle
and then hands it back to the woman. She takes the
bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands
it back to him.

The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"

The woman replies, "No, I think I'll
just wait for the police."

MORAL OF THE STORY:

Women are clever bitches. Don't mess with them.

HEY SAILOR!
In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried iron cannons.
Those cannons fired round iron cannon balls. It was necessary to keep a good supply
near the cannon. But how to prevent them from rolling about the deck?
The best storage method devised was a square based pyramid with one ball on top,
resting on four, resting on nine, which rested on sixteen. Thus, a supply of 30 cannon
balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon.
There was only one problem -- how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding/rolling from
under the others. The solution was a metal plate called a "Monkey" with 16 round
indentations. But if this plate was made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it.
The solution to the rusting problem was to make the "Monkeys" out of brass.
Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts and expands more and faster than iron
when chilled. Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations
would shrink so much that the iron cannon balls would come right off the monkey.
Thus, it was quite literally, "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey!"
(And all this time, you thought this was an improper expression, didn't you?) ;-)

I amaze myself sometimes.
It seems that I can find myself, in certain private moments,
reflecting about so many things that I would love to add here.
I bring myself to the table, and I think about nothing.
~Blank~

BRING ON THE RAIN
Sung by Jo Dee Messina with Tim McGraw
Written by Billy Montana and Helen Darling

Another day has almost come and gone
Can’t imagine what else could go wrong
Sometimes I’d like to hide away somewhere
and lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war (‘cause)

Tomorrow’s another day
And I’m thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain

It’s almost like the hard times circle ‘round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing - but I’m not dead

Tomorrow’s another day
And I’m thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain

I’m not gonna let it get me down
I’m not gonna cry
And I’m not gonna lose any sleep tonight

I LOVE THE OPTIMISM THIS SONG GIVES ME
MAY IT INSPIRE YOU AS WELL~

We can never thank them enough,
All of America's Veterans and their families.
Thank them for all their sacrifices and our freedoms~

OLD SOLDIER

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times
That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know,

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simply headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."


Pass On The Patriotism!
YOU can make a difference!

~Reprinted from an email from a dear friend.
Source unknown~

It's always such a sweet suprise to find a gentle hand extended in offer of help.
A suprise even sweeter in the realization that my struggles have been remembered~
Encouragement and support nurture the sprouts of creation.
Thank you, God and Tonto for your help!

The Blessings are found in the Giving as well as the Receiving~

Obliviously Obsidian and so Blue~
This evening, I learned, from the man who failed to die. My heart goes out to him. He craves the serenity of his death. And now, like an enraged Gladiator, he taunts death; goads it and spits in Death's eye. He says he doesn't care. Feeling cheated and abandoned, he confesses to hating God at one time. We both understand, however, that God doesn't meddle in the lives of men. He watches and waits. Waits for us to find the Grace to come home.

I'm looking forward to the number games available this year. Like:
01/02/03
that's tomorrow!
Then there's 03/03/03 to look forward to my lucky number in triplicate!
In the same month I can also write
03/30/03.
A good beginning and a good ending.

I believe the final number that will be fun to ponder will be 05/04/03.

If I come up with more, I'll add them. But what it boils down to is that
I'm looking forward to a very good year. I expect that, no,
I think I'll say,

I HOPE

I hope to be 100%,
give my best and find satisfaction in my work~

I hope to be healthy,
work on my endurance, strength and power~

I hope to be loving,
finding tolerance and patience with anyone~

I hope to absorb,
learn new skills, refresh my memory and grow~

I'll start with these nebulous desires.
I'm not going to set anything in stone.
I just want to succeed,
However small,
as long as it's full of energy~