“We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.”
– Dale Carnegie
Category: photo Challenge
Baltimore Orioles
True story…I was getting a hair cut…
…and wanted to start a conversation with the lady cutting my hair. Maybe she likes birds, so I tried, “This morning when I opened my garage door I heard six different kinds of bird song in the first 30 seconds.”
“Yeah, I guess.” OK, she is not interested in birds. Maybe sports, “This weekend i am taking the family up to Toronto and we are going to watch the Toronto Bluejays play the Baltimore Orioles.”
Silence. Then, “Wow, you are really into this bird thing, aren’t you.”
Really happened!
Teaching the Flocks (Phlox)
Belief is a virus, and once it gets into you,
its first order of business is to preserve itself,
and the way it preserves itself
is to keep you from having any doubts,
and the way it keeps you from doubting
is to blind you to the way things really are.
– Philip Caputo
I’ll Take Three
“One Sunday a pastor told his congregation that the church needed some extra money and asked the people to prayerfully consider giving a little extra in the offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would be able to pick out three hymns.
After the offering plates were passed, the pastor glanced down and noticed that someone had placed a $1,000 bill in offering. He was so excited that he immediately shared his joy with his congregation and said he’d like to personally thank the person who placed the money in the plate.
And there sat our Rosie all the way in the back shyly raised her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front. Slowly she made her way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much and in thanksgiving asked her to pick out three hymns.
Her eyes brightened as she looked over the congregation, pointed to the three most handsome men in the building and said, “I’ll take him and him and him!”
It’s Golden
Silence is golden but when it threatens your freedom, it’s yellow. ~Edmund Burke
Mother’s Day
A farmer buys a rooster to service his 200 hens. When he gets the rooster into the barnyard, he tells him, “Randy, I want you to pace yourself now. You’ve got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Have fun, but take your time.”
The farmer points him toward the henhouse and the rooster takes off like a shot.
WHAM! Randy nails every hen in the henhouse, three or four times. Randy runs out and sees a flock of geese down by the lake. WHAM! He nails all the geese. Randy runs to the pigpen, the cow pasture — soon, he’s been on every animal on the farm.
The farmer is distraught, worried that his expensive rooster won’t even last the day.
Sure enough, the farmer wakes up the next morning to find Randy laid out flat in the middle of the yard, buzzards circling overhead.
The sad farmer shakes his head and says, “Oh, Randy, I told you to pace yourself.”
Randy opens one eye, winks, and nods towards the sky, “Shhh, they’re getting closer.”
