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From Carlisle ,Indiana
U.S.A.

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he Funnies
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These  are clean jokes. However,
They are,
PG - Not intended for  younger readers - PG
An apology is the superglue of life. It can repair almost anything.


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If you don't have a sense of humor, you probably
don't have any sense at all

Anyone without a sense of humor is at the mercy
of the rest of us.
Heaven Help Them

Remember,it is easier to get older
than it is to get wiser

TGIF

FRIDAY DECEMBER 22,2006


THOUGHT FOR TODAY: I drive
way too fast to worry about cholesterol.


This guy drives up to his house and where he parks is full  
of snow. So he parks in a nearby parking lot and walks back  
home to shovel out a car-sized space in front of his house.  
It takes hours to shovel, but finally done, he walks back to  
the lot to get his car. When he returns home, he finds that  
the space has been taken by some other car. He is, well,  
upset.  

What most people do is write nasty notes etc. and place them  
on the windshield of the offending vehicle. Police sometimes  
get involved however, when the individual vents his wrath in  
somewhat more violent means. Tires and throats have been  
slashed over this. This guy decides to get creative. Instead  
of doing the usual nasty, he got out his garden hose and  
watered the automobile down, real well. I mean, very, very  
thoroughly. The water of course froze solid. When the owner  
returned, instead of a car, he found a car-sized Popsicle.  

The note on the car read: "You want the space?
Here, it's  
yours until spring!"
 

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My friend's husband is always telling her that housekeeping  
would be a snap if only she would organize her time better.  

Recently he had a chance to put his theory into practice  
while his wife was away. When I popped in one evening to see  
how he was managing, and he crowed, "I made a cake, frosted  
it, washed the kitchen windows, cleaned all the cupboards,  
scrubbed the kitchen floor, walls and ceiling and even had  
a bath."  

I was about to concede that perhaps he was a better manager  
than his wife, when he added sheepishly, "When I was making  
the chocolate frosting, I forgot to turn off the mixer  
before taking the beaters out of the bowl, so I had to do  
all the rest." 
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"Robert Gates, the new Secretary of Defense, was sworn in  
today, and during his speech he thanked his 93-year-old  
mother. After the speech, Gates' 93-year-old mother told  
her boy to go out there and kick the Kaiser's ass."  
 --Conan O'Brien 
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"Here's good news, I guess: New York City has banned trans  
fat from fast foods. Don't worry, you can still get E Coli."  
 --Dave Letterman
 

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"I read this in the wall street journal today: The new trend  
in Christmas cards this year are 'DVD cards' – instead of a  
letter about your family and what you did this year, you put  
your yearly memories on a DVD which I really enjoy getting,  
you know why? They make great coasters." --Jay Leno
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"But how about Christmas? It's exciting, isn't it? Isn't it?  
I was up shopping at Bloomingdale's today and I was in the  
elevator and they were playing – Kenny G was playing in the  
elevator and I gave him a nice tip." --Dave Letterman   
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"Over 250 people got sick after eating at an Indiana Olive  
Garden restaurant. People are afraid this will ruin Indiana's  
reputation for fine Italian food." --Conan O'Brien   
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"The White House has hired a new pastry chef. The uncomfor-  
table thing is that he was also hired to be the Secretary  
of Defense." --Conan O'Brien  
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"Rocky 6 is now in the theater. Don't kid yourself, Rocky is  
getting old. In this movie he climbs into the ring and says,  
'What am I in here for?'" --Dave Letterman  
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"According to a study, they found common words used by  
happy people are, joy, love and hopeful. And they also  
found common words used by other people to describe happy  
people. Annoying, irritating, obnoxious..." --Jay Leno  
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Arriving home from work at my usual hour of 5 p.m., I  
discovered that it had not been one of my wife's better  
days. Nothing I said or did seemed to be right.  

By 7 p.m., things had not changed, so I suggested I go  
outside, pretend I had just gotten home, and start all over  
again. My wife agreed.  

I went outside, came back in and, with a big smile, an-  
nounced, "Honey, I'm home!"  

"And just where have you been?" she replied sharply. "It's  
after seven o'clock!"  
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Sam and Ruth from Maine had just bought a new car when winter  
hit with all its fury. "I wonder if the car has seat warmers,"  
Ruth wondered.  

"It sure does," said Sam, looking through the owner's manual.  
"Here it is...rear defrosters."  
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"According to a U.N. report, methane gas from cows is more  
damaging to the environment than automobile emissions. See,  
this explains why Al Gore has put on so much weight. He is  
single-handedly trying to rid the world of cows one cheese-  
burger at a time." --Jay Leno   
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Searching through row upon row of Christmas trees, my husband  
Norm and I finally picked one we liked. Then I noticed the  
one being held by a woman nearby; "the" perfect tree. But, it  
was in her hands, not mine!  

I watched as she carried it around the lot and couldn't  
believe my eyes when she set it aside.  

I ditched ours and ran over to grab the coveted tree.  

"Aren't we lucky?" I said to Norm. "But I do feel a little  
guilty for taking it before she could change her mind. hee  
hee"  

"Don't worry," he replied.  

"She just ran over and snatched ours."   
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My very first job was cabin leader at our church youth camp. On my second night, one of my eleven-year-old campers developed a severe case of homesickness and cried most of the night, despite my best efforts to console her. In the morning she had red, swollen eyes, stomach pain and a raging headache, so I wearily took her to see the camp nurse. After a brief look at the unhappy child, she handed me three Tylenol. Even to my inexperienced mind, that seemed a lot for a eleven-year-old, and I gave the nurse a surprised look. "No, no, dear," she quickly explained. "One for her, two for you!"
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A painter dropped in to discuss with a business acquaintance of mine some renovations he was doing to her house. When he asked her what texture paint she would like on her bedroom walls, she said she'd like something in "low lust."
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December is the month when the kids begin to discuss what to get Dad for Christmas. Some insist on a shirt; others a pair of socks, and the argument always ends in a tie.
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In the aftermath of World War II, a former German soldier immigrated to the United States and became a farmer. About a year later, he wrote home to his brother to say that he had decided to apply for American citizenship. His brother wrote back, asking, "How could you do such a thing? Why would you want to become a citizen of a country which had twice fought against Germany? The man replied, "Are you jealous because we won both wars?"
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My sister and I started a wallpapering and painting business, and had the company name, WOMEN DO IT NEATER, painted on the side of our van.

One day our family car broke down, so I used the van to take mom and her friend shopping. As I was helping the two grey-haired ladies down the steps, I heard one passerby say to another, I wonder how they ever climb the ladders.
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My son's teacher was explaining the freezing process to his twelfth grade class and mentioned that his grandfather, a few days before, had told him he beat frost by watering his vegetables just before nightfall. One of his students looked at him. "I don't believe it!" he exclaimed.

Ready to defend the technique, he asked him what he didn't believe.

"That your grandfather's still alive," the astonished boy replied.
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A new client came into the law office where I work as a legal secretary to put his affairs in order. The reason he decided to have a will prepared, he said, was because his new job meant he would be flying overseas. I confidently stated that it was much safer to fly than it was to drive.

"That's reassuring to hear," he said, "because I'm a pilot."
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My wife and I were sitting in the living room and I said to  
her, "Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative  
state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle.  
If that ever happens, just pull the plug."  

She got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all of my beer!   
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"Employee Gift"
 
A new pastor, eager to make sure the church's employees would like him, called them together shortly before Christmas Day and told them that each of them would receive a turkey.
"In fact," he added, "as long as I'm around, you will always have a turkey."
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"Desparate Measures" 
 
Little Johnny went to his mother demanding a new bicycle. His mother decided that he should take a look at himself and the way he acts. She said, "Well Johnny, it isn't Christmas and we don't have the money to just go out and buy you anything you want. So why don't you write a letter to Jesus and pray for one instead." After his temper tantrum his mother sent him to his room. He finally sat down to write a letter to Jesus.
      
Dear Jesus,       
I've been a good boy this year and would appreciate a new bicycle.      
Your Friend,
Little Johnny
      
Now Little Johnny knew that Jesus really knew what kind of boy he was (Brat).
So, he ripped up the letter and decided to give it another try.
      
Dear Jesus,
I've been an OK boy this year and I want a new bicycle.
Yours Truly,
Little Johnny
      
Well, Little Johnny knew this wasn't totally honest so he tore it up and tried again.
      
Dear Jesus,
I've thought about being a good boy this year and can I have a new bicycle?
 
Signed,
Little Johnny
      
Well, Little Johnny looked deep down in his heart, which by the way was what his mother was really wanting. He crumpled up the letter and threw it in the trash can and went running outside.    
He aimlessly wandered about; depressed because of the way he treated his parents and really considering his actions. He finally found himself in front of a Catholic Church.
Little Johnny went inside and knelt down, looking around not knowing what he should really do. Little Johnny finally got up and began to walk out the door and was looking at all the statues. All of a sudden he grabbed a small one and ran out the door. He went home hid it under his bed and wrote this letter.
      
Jesus,
I've broken most of the Ten Commandments; shot spit wads in school, tore up my sister's Barbie doll and lots more. I'm desperate. I've got your mama. If you ever want to see her again, give me a bike.
Signed,

You know who
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"Love"

 
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator.
 
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family,
I'm just another cook.
 
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
 
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted
snowflakes,attend myriad holiday parties, and sing in the choir's
cantata, but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
 
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
 
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
 
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
 
Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
 
Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful
they are there to be in the way.
 
Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
 
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
 
Love never fails. Video games will break; pearl necklaces will be lost; golf clubs will rust; but giving the gift of love will endure.
 
Merry Christmas and lots of love to you and yours!  

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Money may not make a person happy but it keeps his creditors in a much better frame of mind 


Three little boys decide to play cops and robbers.

One boy says, "I'll be the cop."

The second boy says, "I'll be the robber."

The third boy asks, "What can I be?"

One of the others tell him, "The commercial."

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**** HEALTH NEWS ****

Prosthesis for those without vocal cords  

AMSTERDAM, Netherlands, -- Dutch otolaryngologist Marein van  
der Torn hopes to develop a prosthesis that will improve the  
voice of people who have lost their vocal cords. Sometimes  
the larynx, containing the vocal cords, needs to be surgi-  
cally removed in throat cancer patients. Since the 1980s  
such patients have learned to speak again with the help of  
a small silicone rubber valve placed between their trachea  
and esophagus. The valve enables them to use the uppermost  
sphincter of their esophagus as a sort of vocal chord. How-  
ever, this alternative voice sounds often gruff and is lower  
than the natural voice. Female patients in particular find  
the low pitch troublesome. Together with the University of  
Groningen, Van der Torn and colleagues at the Free University  
in Amsterdam developed a new type of valve that produces its  
own vocal sound. That sound is produced by a small silicone  
rubber flap in the valve, which acts as an artificial vocal  
chord; one flap was developed for female voices and one for  
male voices. The new prosthesis is not yet ready for use,  
since the silicone rubber flap is easily impaired by tough  
mucus coughed up by the majority of patients.   

Some stents may cause allergic reactions  

CHICAGO, -- Northwestern Memorial Hospital researchers in  
Chicago say they've discovered some drug-eluting stents  
can cause serious allergic reactions. The scientists stress  
that physicians and their patients should be aware of this  
potential and know the symptoms. "This paper provides  
evidence for the first time that instances of allergic re-  
actions, presumably to the polymer in the stent, can occur,"  
said study co-author Dr. Charles Bennett, an NMH epidemi-  
ologist and oncologist. "In some instances, these events  
have serious consequences- including stent closure and sub-  
sequent death." Investigators from 10 centers around the  
country reviewed 5,783 reports from April 2003 through  
December 2004 for hypersensitivity-like reactions associated  
with drug-eluting stents. From those reports, researchers  
identified 17 cases of hypersensitivity reactions that were  
classified as probably or certainly caused by the stent,  
four of which resulted in death. Symptoms included diffi-  
culty breathing, rash, itching and fever. They also con-  
cluded the polymer coating on the stent itself is the most  
probable cause of hypersensitivity in the majority of cases,  
rather than the medications the stent is coated with.   

CHRISTMAS TREE BARK MAY HELP FIGHT ARTHRITIS  

Finnish scientists say anti-inflammatory compounds found in  
bark from Scotch pines, widely used as Christmas trees, may  
help fight arthritis. They say the compounds, which show  
promise in cell studies, are likely to be found in other  
pine species as well. The compounds, called phenolics, are  
a class of highly active plant chemicals tied to beneficial  
health effects, say the authors of the study published in  
the Journal of Agricultural and Food Chemistry. "In the  
future, this may mean that people with arthritis may ease  
their pain by eating food supplements made from Christmas  
trees," says study leader Kalevi Pihlaja, a chemistry  
professor at the University of Turku.
  




*****Fred.....The Ole Fritbear!!!*****
I do not mean to offend.  IF you choose not to red this or not to pass it n, jst delete it.  -  Fred

This is beautiful! Try not to cry. She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."  Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son She ran her fingers l ovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair ?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.  The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.  The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.  It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You" I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me He can have my room and old stuf f to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And guess wh at, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give y ou the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery ! How about that ? Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
(Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60 seconds and repost this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves "When you're down to nothing, God is up to something." Email thisTitle: This is beautiful ! Try not to cry. Send this to 10 people in 2 minutes and you will feel the Holy Spirit brightning your life in just an hour.

 



 

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As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas.  He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.  What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. One year I decided to make his dream come true.  I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll.  They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart.  I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go.  You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?  You're kidding me!  Who would buy that?"  Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.

 

I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult.  Love Dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry.  I settled for Lovable Louise.  She was at the bottom of the price scale.  To call Louise a doll took a huge leap of imagination.

 

On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom.  I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray.  I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

 

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused.   She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.

 

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.

 

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice Gran" Jay said, to steer her into the dining room.

 

But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I?  It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!" My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend.

A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise.  Not just talking, but actually flirting.  It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

 

The dinner went well.  We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning.  Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed.  I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.  My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants. Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

 

Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse.  We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health!

NORM
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**** ON THIS DAY ****

IT WON’T BE LIKE BEFORE

By,

Kathleene S. Baker

I haven’t been home for Christmas,

Since my Mama passed away.

We’ve been celebrating at my house,

With Dad here for a nice long stay.

 

Even once grown, I’d think of home,

As the holidays grew near.

I couldn’t always make the trip,

But my heart was always there.

 

My age made not a difference,

When it came to the holidays.

‘Cause going home for Christmas,

Washed all those years away.

 

Family traditions that never changed,

Made it special being home.

And made me feel like a kid again,

No matter how far I’d roamed.

 

Over many years I gathered,

A treasure trove of memories.

Such as aromas from Mom’s kitchen,

And her secret recipes.

 

But this year Dad needn’t travel,

I’ll be home for Christmas day.

Tho it won’t be like it was before,

Now that Mama’s gone away.

 

I’ll smile as I fight back my tears,

When we’re greeted at the door.

‘Cause Dad will open it all alone,

No, it won’t be like before.

 

On Christmas day I’ll slip away,

To go visit with my Mom.

I’ll place a wreath upon her grave,

While wishing she wasn’t gone.

 

I know her spirit will surround us,

As we celebrate this year.

Smiling down upon the family,

That she loved and held so dear.


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**** COUNTRY CALENDAR ****

-21-

Vito Pellettieri, the Grand Ole Opry's first Stage Manager, born 1889.

Lightin' Chance, born "Floyd Taylor Chance" Como, MS 1925. Opry staff musician/session bassist.

Freddie Hart, born "Frederick Segrest," Lockapoke, AL 1926.

Albert Lee, guitarist/session musician, born Herefordshire, England 1943.

Danny Dill and Annie Lou were married 1945.

Hank Williams recorded "Cold, Cold Heart," 1950.

Lee Roy Parnell, born Abilene, TX 1956.

Conway Twitty released "Lonely Blue Boy," 1959.

Christy Forester born Fort Oglethorpe, GA 1962.

Tom T. Hall recorded "The Monkey That Became President" 1971.

Tom T. Hall recorded "Faster Horses" 1975.

"The Electric Horseman," featuring Robert Redford and Willie Nelson premiered 1979.

John Jacob Bailes, age 71, of the Bailes Brothers died 1989.

Shania Twain married Robert John "Mutt" Lange, record producer, 1993

Harold Morrison, age 62, The Smoking Bluegrass, died 1993.

Mack Vickery, age 66, singer/songwriter, died Nashville, TN 2004. Inducted Alabama Music Hall of Fame 2003. Mack recorded under the names; Atlanta James, Vick Vickers, and Mack Vickery.

-22-

Aunt Molly Jackson, singer/songwriter, born Mary Magdalene Garland, Clay County, KY 1880.

Hawkshaw Hawkins born "Harold Franklin Hawkins," Huntington, WV 1921.

Red Stegall born Gainesville, TX 1937.

Hank Williams recorded "Lovesick Blues," 1948.

Johnny Cash released "Train of Love,"/"There You Go," 1956.

Charles Lynn Mead, "BR5-49," born Nevada, MO 1960.

Paul Martin of "Exile," born Winchester, KY 1962.

Delaney Katharine McBride, daughter of John and Martina, born 1994.

Johnny Wakley, singer/songwriter, age 57, died from liver disease 2001. He was the son of Jimmy Wakley.

Dave Dudley, age 75, died of a heart attack 2003.


 **** COUNTRY MUSIC NEWS ****

  Sara Evans Joins Dancing With the Stars'   
  Nashville Tour Date  

Sara Evans will participate in the Dancing With the Stars  
tour when it comes to the Gaylord Entertainment Center in  
Nashville on Jan. 21. It will be her only appearance on  
the tour. Jerry Springer will join the cast for five shows,  
including his hometown of Cincinnati. Other celebrities on  
the tour include Harry Hamlin, Drew Lachey, Joey Lawrence,  
Joey McIntyre and Lisa Rinna, along with professional  
dance partners.
   


 



**** Amy's Kitchen ****  

Jungle Smoothie Recipe

A quick pick-me-up!
1/2 cup fat free milk
1/2 cup pineapple or other tropical-flavored juice
1/2 cup cubed frozen tropical fruit (mango, papaya and/or pineapple)
1/4 banana
1 packet No Sugar Added Classic French Vanilla Flavor NESTE CARNATION
INSTANT BREAKFAST Complete Nutritional Drink
1/2 cup ice cubes

PLACE milk, juice, fruit, banana, Carnation Instant Breakfast and ice in
blender; cover. Blend until smooth.



**** TODAY'S USELESS FACT ****

What is the origin of the word cop?
Does it refer to police badges made of copper?


Theories for the origin of cop abound, including the copper badge explanation you mention. I have always been under the impression that the term was an acronym for "constable on patrol." Well, it seems we're both mistaken, as I learned from the roundabout quest for the answer. Around the year 1700, the slang verb "cop" entered English usage, meaning "to get ahold of, catch, capture." By 1844, "cop" showed up in print, and soon thereafter the -er suffix was added, and a policeman became a "copper", one who cops or catches and arrests criminals. Copper first appeared in print in 1846, the use of cop as a short form copper occured in 1859.



****A PARTING THOUGHT ****

"My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four, unless there are three other people."

Orson Welles



LAST CALL Y'ALL
"If Companies Ran Christmas"

If IBM ran Christmas... They would want one big Santa, dressed in blue, where kids queue up fortheir present-processing. Receiving presents would take about 24-36 hours of mainframe processing time.

If Apple ran Christmas... It would do everything the Microsoft ornaments do, but years earlier, and with a smaller mouse (not stirring of course).

If Dell ran Christmas... Wait a minute? Isn't IBM running this Christmas..? ?

If Fisher Price ran Christmas... "Baby's First Ornament" would have a hand-crank that you turn to hang the thing on the tree.

If IRS ran Christmas... We would have no tree.

If Hewlett-Packard ran Christmas... They would market the Reverse Polish Ornament, which is put in your attic on the weekend after Thanksgiving, and placed out for viewing the day after the January Bowl Games.

If Sony ran Christmas... Their Personal Xmas-ing Device, which would be barely larger than an ornament and flat, would allow you to celebrate the season with a device that allowed you to play a game to shoot down virtual dragon ornaments.

If the Franklin Mint ran Christmas... Every month, you would receive another lovely hand-crafted item from an authentic Civil War pewter ornament collection. Each ornament would weight about 7 pounds, and require you to pay shipping and handling charges.

If Timex ran Christmas... The holiday would be cheap, small, quartz-crystal driven, and would let you take a licking and keep on shopping.

If Radio Shack ran Christmas... The staff would sell you ornaments, but not know anything about them or what they were for. Or you could buy parts to build your own tree.

If Wal-Mart ran Christmas... They would immediately change the name to Wal-Mas.


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