Quote of the Day

[My Own Way]

Dear God:

I don't think I should look normal when it's the last way I feel, so I was wondering if I could have a pair of wings. Big, broad, fluffy ones that won't fit through doors or into lycra sweaters, feathers to take up room I'm tired of filling. Cosmic appendages a person could flex around themselves whenever they get cold, shy, or weary. Sometimes I get the urge to swallow myself whole I know you're thinking, if you gave them to me, you'd have to give them to everyone. But my pair might just do some good. I'd use them to lift a sinking body up; I see them all the time. People-hard, heavy, about to fall. I understand its a lot to ask for, I know you're busy being, but if you wouldn't mind, arms are just so small...

 

[Heartless Bastard]

This is another of those ones a special friend sent me a long time ago. I do not know the author. If someone does let me know.

Come The Dawn

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and eyes open with the
grace of a adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads
on today because tomorrow's ground
is too uncertain, and futures have a way
of falling down in mid-flight,
And after awhile you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get to much,
So you plant your garden and decorate your own
soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
And you learn and learn
With every good-bye you learn.

 

[SweetErika]

This is another of those ones a special friend sent me a long time ago. I do not know the author. If someone does let me know.

Come The Dawn

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and eyes open with the
grace of a adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads
on today because tomorrow's ground
is too uncertain, and futures have a way
of falling down in mid-flight,
And after awhile you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get to much,
So you plant your garden and decorate your own
soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
And you learn and learn
With every good-bye you learn.

That's wonderful, thank you! I was curious about the author too, and happened to find it on a poetry forum . The above version has been modified from the original poem (aka "After a While") that was copyrighted in 1971 by Veronica A. Shoffstall and appeared in a magazine. However, others claim it was written by Judith Evans.

 

[SweetErika]

Humor is a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.

-Christopher Morley

 

[amraam840]

edited

 

[Heartless Bastard]

That's wonderful, thank you! I was curious about the author too, and happened to find it on a poetry forum . The above version has been modified from the original poem (aka "After a While") that was copyrighted in 1971 by Veronica A. Shoffstall and appeared in a magazine. However, others claim it was written by Judith Evans.

Thanks Erika. The information on the site was great.

 

[Heartless Bastard]

My kids have always been a source of inspiration and laughter for me. I ran across these the other day. I post so that others can get a giggle too. Happy Easter everyone.

Why We Love Children
Author Unknown

A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was dead. "How do you know that the cat was dead?" she asked her pupil. "Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move," answered the child innocently. You did WHAT ? ! ?" the teacher exclaimed in surprise. "You know, "explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and it didn't move."

A small boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later....."Da-ad...." "What?" "I'm thirsty. Can you bring drink of water?" "No, You had your chance. Lights out." Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad....." "WHAT?" "I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water?" I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!" Five minutes later......"Daaaa-aaaad......." "WHAT!" "When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?"

One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?" The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room." A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The big sissy."

It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?" The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron."

When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said, "Mommy, you are getting fat!" I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy." "I know," she replied, but what's growing in your butt?"

A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, "Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine...." His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you doing?" The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math homework, Mom." "And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked. "Yes," he answered. Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, "What are you teaching my son in math?" The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition." The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?" After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."

One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, ".... and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!" The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that farmer said?" One little girl raised her hand and said, "I think he said: 'Holy s... a talking chicken!'" The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.

A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter." Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane Sugarbrown." The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, "Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?" She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not."

A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with the boys?" Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough." The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?"

 

[Heartless Bastard]

Ok got to jump start the thing again.

The only way to have a friend is to be one. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

[fathom7]

For those on the edge of dissolution of a relationship:

"You're breakin' my heart,
You're tearin it apart
So Fuck You."

"Harry Nilsson"

 

[My Own Way]

Apollo stood on the high cliff
"Come to the edge," he said
"We can't," they said, "It's too high"
"Come to the edge," he said
"We can't," they said, "It's too high"
"Come to the edge" he said
"We can't" they said, "We'll fall"
"Come to the edge," he said
They came and he pushed them, and they flew.

 

[fathom7]

"I come to your house. Your mother makes me chicken. I do your sister. Hah."
= Arnold Swarzenegger (Yup the Governator) in Pumping Iron=
The real fun with this one is that you can change it around and it's even funnier : fore example:

"I come to your sister. Your mother does a chicken. I do your house. Hah."

 

[fathom7]

Alternative for the day (Saturday and TIME CHANGE NIGHT LOSING ONE HOUR):

"Will I respect you in the morning? Hell, I don't even respect you now."

 

[Heartless Bastard]

Apollo stood on the high cliff
"Come to the edge," he said
"We can't," they said, "It's too high"
"Come to the edge," he said
"We can't," they said, "It's too high"
"Come to the edge" he said
"We can't" they said, "We'll fall"
"Come to the edge," he said
They came and he pushed them, and they flew.

Nice.........

Checks first post ...... yes! music.

Music has always been inspiration to me.
Here is one from a Texas girl with a voice so low and sexy just listening to her makes me blow my ...err...****.
She has a gift for poignent lyrics. The lyrics alone just don't do her justice though......... if you get a chance check out the music........

Artist: Lucinda Williams
Song: World Without Tears

If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones

If we lived in a world without tears
How would heartbeats
Know when to stop
How would blood know
Which body to flow outside of
How would bullets find the guns

If we lived in a world without tears
How would misery know
Which back door to walk through
How would trouble know
Which mind to live inside of
How would sorrow find a home

If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones


How would broken find the bones​

 

[My Own Way]

She had the need to feel the thunder,
To chase the lightning from the sky,
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in her lover's eyes.
**Garth Brooks**

 

[Quoll]

SOCRATES





Keep this philosophy in mind next time you either hear, or are about to
repeat a rumour)

In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.
One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran up to
him excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one
of your students?"
"Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before you tell me I'd like you to
pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."
"Triple filter?"
"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my
student let's take a moment to filter what you're going to say. The first filter
is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"
"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and ..."
"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or
not.
Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are
about to tell me about my student something good?"
"No, on the contrary..."
"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him,
even though you're not certain it's true?"
The man shrugged, a little embarrassed.
Socrates continued. "You may still pass the test though, because there is
a third filter, the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me
about my student going to be useful to me?"
"No, not really"
Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither True
nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?"
The man was defeated and ashamed.


(This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such
high esteem. It also explains why he never found out that Plato was banging his
wife)

 

[Quoll]

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is a part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
Herman Hesse

True, but what if the person you hate IS yourself?

 

[Heartless Bastard]

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is a part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
Herman Hesse

True, but what if the person you hate IS yourself?

That could be a problem <laughing>
have never see that one

I have always heard it as something like "what we hate in others is usually what we hate the most in ourselfs"

 

[dcraz]

Quote seen above the bar in a great pub this weekend

To Absent Friends

In the hopes that they – where ever they may be – are drinking to us

 

[Heartless Bastard]

This song has special meaning for me at this one space in time.

U2
All that You Can't Leave Behind
Walk On


And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage that you can bring
Love, not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
Before a second, you turn back
Oh no, be strong
Oh, oh

Walk on
Walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No, they can't even feel it
Walk on
Walk on
Stay safe tonight

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
Oh, oh

Walk on
What you got, they can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
Walk on
Walk on
You stay safe tonight

And I know it aches
And your heart, it breaks
You can only take so much
Walk on

Home, hard to know what it is if you never had one
Home, I can't say where it is, but I know I'm going
Home, that's where the heart is

And I know it aches
And your heart, it breaks
You can only take so much
Walk on

Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind

All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you imagine
All that you feel
All this you can leave behind

All that you reason
It's only time
Love in a fever
No, no not mine
All that you sense
All that you scheme
All you dress up and
All that you seem
All you create
all that you wreck
all that you hate​

 

[My Own Way]

Dreams come true. They do not come free.

 

[blue112]

when life gives you lemons, ask for tequila and salt

 

[Heartless Bastard]

The United States is a nation of laws: badly written and randomly enforced.
-- Frank Zappa

 

[Heartless Bastard]

"Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear."
-William Congreve

 

[Quoll]

What great delight it is to see the ones we love and then to have speech with them."


-Vincent McNabb

 

[Quoll]

True friends stab you in the front.
Oscar Wilde