My Heart Is Broken Today

I lost my best friend today. She has been my very closest dearest friend for 22 wonderful years. She is my pure black, long haired cat. She knows more about me than any human on this earth. She developed a tumor on her thyroid gland and it caused her to loose weight...She weighted in at just 4 pounds today. Because of the tumor her heart was wording much too hard, her kidneys were overworking and not doing a very good job. So JW and I stayed with her as they injected her to relieve her of her constant pain. She will be forever in our hearts and I will miss her everyday of my life, especially at night when I roll over and realize that she is not lying beside my pillow, purring as she feels me stir. We love you Blackie...We will see you in Heaven resting beside my beloved horse Dusty, in the shade of an Angels wing. We love you.

FIND YOUR DIRT ROAD!!

What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.

People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride. That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...A loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.

We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along. There was less crime in out streets before they were paved.

Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun. And there were no drive by shootings. Our values were better when our roads were worse!

People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorist were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust and bust your windshield with rocks. Dirt Roads taught patience.

Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk. You walked to the barn for your milk. For you mail, you walked to the mail box.

What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, them you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on daddies shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody. At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.

Most paved roads lead to trouble. Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole. At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.

At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out. Usually you got a dollar...Always you got a new friend...At the end of a Dirt Road!

THANK YOU PAUL HARVEY!!

Here is something that may give you a laugh for the day!!

A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
house... "la casa", for instance, if feminine.
However, Pencil..."ellapiz" is masculine.

A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'? Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun.

Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation. The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer") , because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic:
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is impossible to understand for everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ("el computer"), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won!!!

A SUNNY SUNDAY

It's been a beautful sunny Sunday. I found the fun list to post!

1. If you let a smile be your umbrella, then most likely your butt will get soaking wet.
2. Never read the fine print. There ain't no way you're going to like it.
3. The trouble with bucket seats is that not everyone has the same size bucket.
4. To err is human, to forgive--highly unlikely.
5. Do you realize that in about 40 years, we'll have millions of old ladies running around with tattoos?
6. Money can't buy happiness--but somehow it's more comfortable to cry in a Porsche than in a Kia.
7. Drinking husbands see double and feel single.
8. After a certain age, if you don't wake up aching somewhere, you may be dead.

I feel that I am being repetitive in my packing and progress posts so until it's down to the wire for us to leave, I am going to post "humorous" emails I have received. I do hope you enjoy them and feel free to pass them on if you'd like....that's how I got them!


THE PERKS OF BEING OVER 50

1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
2. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.
3. No one expects you to run---anywhere.
4. People call at 9 PM and ask, "Did I wake you?"
5. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
6. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
7. Things you buy now won't wear out.
8. You can eat dinner at 4 P.M.
9. You can live without sex but not your glasses.
10. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations.
11. Y ou get into heated arguments about pension plans.
12. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
13. You quit trying to hold your stomach in no matter who walks into the room.
14. You sing along with elevator music.
15. Your eyes won't get much worse.
16. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
17. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the National Weather Service.
18. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
19. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageble size.
20. You can't remember who sent you this list!

ARE YOU FEELING OLD TODAY?

Just in case you weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly change things:

The people who are starting college last fall across the nation were born in 1995.

They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had an answering machine.

They have always had cable.

They cannot fathom not having a remote control.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight! Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.

They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.

They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", or "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or "de plane, Boss, de plane".

They do not care who shot J.R. and have no idea who J.R. even is.

McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.

THE RIGHT AGE

This is sent only to those whose level of maturity qualifies them to relate to it.....

1975: Long hair
2006: Longing for hair

1975: KEG
2006: EKG

1975: Acid rock
2006: acid reflux

1975: Moving to California because it's cool
2006: Moving to Arizona because it's warm.

1975: Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor.
2006: Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor.

1975: Seeds and stems
2006: Roughage

1975: Hoping for a BMW
2006: Hoping for a BM

1975: Going to a new, hip joint
2006: Receiving a new hip joint

1975: Rolling Stones
2006: Kidney stones

1975: Being called into the principal's office
2006: Calling the principal's office.

1975: Screw the system
2006: Upgrade the system

1975: Disco
2006: Costco

1975: Parents begging you to get your hair cut.
2006: Children begging you to get their heads shaved.

1975: Passing the drivers test.
2006: Passing the vision test.

1975: Whatever
2006: Depends

GARDENING

I am the type of person who would rather garden than eat so when I saw this I knew I had to post it here.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE A GARDENING ADDICT WHEN........

* The first thing you do each morning is go out to see your garden.

* You go out back to empty the trash and two hours later you come back inside with dirt under your fingernails and grass stains on your knees.

* All errands include a trip to the garden center. "I'm not going to buy anything, I'm just going to look." Yeah, sure.

* You carry little packages in your purse so that no matter where you are, if you find some cool seeds, you can collect them.

* When you cannot work outside in your garden, you read about it and plan what you will do in the spring.

* When you cannot wait for spring, you start seeds inside so they will be ready to plant when the weather allows.

* You love internet gardening forums and clubs.

* You get excited about mulch and compost.

* You won't cook outside or go to picnics during the heat of a Texas summer, but nothing can keep you from taking care of your garden, even when you are dripping wet with perspiration and beat red in the face from the heat. You just go inside to drink water and cool off and are right back out there.

* You take more pictures of your plants than anything else.

* You set up a web page just so you can tell other people about your garden and show them your pictures.

THE INVASION!!!

A very weird thing has happened. A strange old lady has moved into my house!
I have no idea where she came from, or how she got in. I certainly did not invite her. All I know is that one day, she wasn't there, and the next day she was.
She is a clever old lady, and manages to keep out of sight for the most part, but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her. And whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there she is hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body. This is very rude.
I have tried screaming at her, but she just screams back.
If she insists on hanging around, the least she could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no. Every once in a while, I find a dollar bill stuck in a coat pocket, or some loose change under a sofa cushion, but it is not nearly enough.
I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I think she is stealing money from me. I go to the ATM and withdraw $100.00, and a few days later it's all gone. I certainly don't spend money THAT fast, so I can only conclude the old lady is pilfering from me. You'd think she would spend some of that money to buy wrinkle cream. She needs it. And money isn't the only thing I think she is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate--especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies and candy. I can't seem to keep that stuff in the house anymore. She must have a real sweet tooth, but she'd better watch it, because she is really packing on the pounds. I suspect she realizes this, and to make herself feel better, she is tampering with my scales to make me think I am putting on weight too.
For an old lady, she is quite childish. She likes to play nasty games, like going into my closets when I'm not home and altering my clothes so they don't fit. And she messes with my files and papers so I can't find anything. This is extremely annoying since I am extremely neat and organized.
She also fiddles with my TIVO so it does not record what I have carefully and correctly programmed.
She has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. She gets into my mail, newspapers, and magazines before I do, and blurs the print so I can't read it. And she has done something really sinister to the volume controls on my TV, radio and telephone. Now, all I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She has done other things--like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier and all my knobs and faucets harder to turn. She even made my bed higher so that getting into and out of it is a real challenge. Lately, she has been fooling with my groceries before I put them away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to open the jars. Is this any way to repay my hospitality?
She has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes. When I try something on she stands in front of the mirror and monopolizes it. She looks totally ridiculous in some of those outfits, plus, she keeps me from seeing how great they look on me.
Just when I thought she couldn't get any meaner, she proved me wrong. She came along, when I went to get my picture taken for my driver's license, and just as the camera shutter clicked, she jumped in front of me!!
No one is going to believe that the picture of that old lady is me!!