<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396</id><updated>2011-12-29T17:27:17.818-08:00</updated><category term='Car Entry Systems'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='What kids say about moms'/><category term='Celebrate Life'/><category term='Word Play'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Offering a life'/><category term='Second Amendment'/><category term='Appreciation'/><category term='Remote Locking Device'/><category term='Arlington Guards'/><category term='Test'/><category term='Guardposts'/><category term='Proof of Citizenship'/><category term='Government'/><category term='Wheatland'/><category term='Auto Thieft'/><category term='Government Action'/><category term='Idenity'/><category term='Passports'/><category term='ARLINGTON CEMETERY'/><category term='Aging'/><category term='Lubricating Products'/><category term='Growing'/><category term='Car Alarm Systems'/><category term='Iowa Floods'/><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='Profound stories'/><category term='Growing Older'/><category term='Arlington'/><category term='2nd Graders answers to Mom'/><category term='Fish Oil Products'/><category term='Moms'/><category term='Uses for WD-40'/><category term='Comprehension'/><category term='Sometimes life is amazing'/><category term='Remote Auto Entry'/><category term='Mothers'/><category term='Celebrity Action'/><category term='Relief'/><category term='Guns'/><category term='Gun Control'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Sharing Information'/><category term='Tips for Age'/><category term='Washington D.C.'/><category term='Information'/><category term='Saving a life'/><category term='Posters'/><category term='Life Tips'/><category term='WD-40'/><title type='text'>Fun from the Wastebasket</title><subtitle type='html'>Those little Cyber-mailings that we all read and toss aside. What do you have in your trashcan?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3508012647758650907</id><published>2009-09-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:30:09.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Watermelons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clever Ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SrGkp6aBj2I/AAAAAAAAApU/otyu1ML79n4/s1600-h/sqwatermelon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SrGkp6aBj2I/AAAAAAAAApU/otyu1ML79n4/s400/sqwatermelon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382264069644455778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A round watermelon can take up a lot of room in a refrigerator and the usually round fruit often sits  awkwardly on refrigerator shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SrGkxRh86CI/AAAAAAAAApc/T4J-rg6sM94/s1600-h/sqwatermelon12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SrGkxRh86CI/AAAAAAAAApc/T4J-rg6sM94/s400/sqwatermelon12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382264196110805026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Japanese Farmers have forced their watermelons to grow into a square shape by inserting the melons into square, tempered glass cases while the fruit is still growing on the vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SrGk3G9b_0I/AAAAAAAAApk/x-1hYzDiFhc/s1600-h/sqwatermelon13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SrGk3G9b_0I/AAAAAAAAApk/x-1hYzDiFhc/s400/sqwatermelon13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382264296352513858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3508012647758650907?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3508012647758650907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/square-watermelons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3508012647758650907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3508012647758650907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/square-watermelons.html' title='Square Watermelons'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SrGkp6aBj2I/AAAAAAAAApU/otyu1ML79n4/s72-c/sqwatermelon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-6484361270058914302</id><published>2009-09-15T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:42:53.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Magi</title><content type='html'>I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half-gallon of 2% milk&lt;br /&gt;A carton of eggs&lt;br /&gt;A quart of orange juice&lt;br /&gt;A head of lettuce&lt;br /&gt;A 2 lb. can of coffee&lt;br /&gt;A 1 lb. package of bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk&lt;br /&gt;standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the purchases were being rung-up, the drunk calmly stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must be single'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the&lt;br /&gt;derelict's intuition, since I indeed had never found Mr. Right. I looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity getting the better of me, I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes you are correct: But how on earth did you know that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk replied, 'Cause you're ugly'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-6484361270058914302?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6484361270058914302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/shopping-magi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6484361270058914302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6484361270058914302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/shopping-magi.html' title='Shopping Magi'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3162757098348080939</id><published>2009-09-14T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:46:43.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish Oil Products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lubricating Products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WD-40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uses for WD-40'/><title type='text'>WD-40</title><content type='html'>Before you read to the end, does anybody know what the main ingredient of WD-40 is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie and don't cheat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WD-40. Who knew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a neighbor who had bought a new pickup. I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown reason). I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news. He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another neighbor came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off. It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint job that was on the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed! WD-40 who knew? 'Water Displacement #40' The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and degreaser to protect missile parts. WD-40 was created in 1953 by three technicians at the San Diego Rocket Chemical Company. &lt;br /&gt;Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'water displacement' compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were successful with the fortieth formulation, thus WD-40. The Convair Company bought it in bulk to protect their atlas missile parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40 that would hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read the 'shower door' part, try it .. It's the first thing that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic, it works just as well as glass. It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then try it on your stove top .... Viola! It's now shinier than it's ever been... You'll be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other uses: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Protects silver from tarnishing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Removes road tar and grime from cars..&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gives floors that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.&lt;br /&gt;5. Keeps flies off cows.&lt;br /&gt;6. Restores and cleans chalkboards.&lt;br /&gt;7. Removes lipstick stains.&lt;br /&gt;8. Loosens stubborn zippers.&lt;br /&gt;9. Untangles jewelry chains.&lt;br /&gt;10. Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.&lt;br /&gt;11. Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.&lt;br /&gt;12. Keeps ceramic/terra cotta garden pots from oxidizing.&lt;br /&gt;13. Removes tomato stains from clothing.&lt;br /&gt;15. Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.&lt;br /&gt;16. Keeps scissors working smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;17. Lubricates noisy door hinges on vehicles and doors in&lt;br /&gt;homes.&lt;br /&gt;18. It removes black scuff marks from the kitchen floor! Use WD-40 for those nasty tar and scuff marks on flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the  finish and you won't have to scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some windows if you have a lot of marks.&lt;br /&gt;19. Bug guts will eat away the finish on your car if not removed quickly! Use WD-40!&lt;br /&gt;20. Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.&lt;br /&gt;21. Lubricates gear shift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on riding mowers.&lt;br /&gt;22. Rids kids rocking chairs and swings of squeaky noises.&lt;br /&gt;23. Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.&lt;br /&gt;24. Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.&lt;br /&gt;25. Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well as vinyl&lt;br /&gt;bumpers.&lt;br /&gt;26. Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;27. Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.&lt;br /&gt;28. Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons, and bicycles for easy handling.&lt;br /&gt;29. Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;30. Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.&lt;br /&gt;31. Removes splattered grease on stove..&lt;br /&gt;32. Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.&lt;br /&gt;33. Lubricates prosthetic limbs.&lt;br /&gt;34. Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).&lt;br /&gt;35. Removes all traces of duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;36. Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve arthritis pain.&lt;br /&gt;37. Florida's favorite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from grills and bumpers.'&lt;br /&gt;38. The favorite use in the state of New York , WD-40 protects the Statue of  Liberty from the elements.&lt;br /&gt;39. WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing are not allowed in some states.&lt;br /&gt;40. Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and stops the itch.&lt;br /&gt;41. WD-40 is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray on the mark and wipe with a clean rag.&lt;br /&gt;42. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!&lt;br /&gt;43. If you sprayed WD-40 on the distributor cap, it would displace the moisture and allow the car to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The basic ingredient is FISH OIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3162757098348080939?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3162757098348080939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/wd-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3162757098348080939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3162757098348080939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/wd-40.html' title='WD-40'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3656921614133918307</id><published>2009-09-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:49:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And sailors have had a bad reputation ever since!</title><content type='html'>LITTLE KNOW TIDBIT OF NAVAL HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U. S. S. Constitution (Old Ironsides), as a combat vessel, carried 48,600 gallons of fresh water for her crew of 475 officers and men. This was sufficient to last six months of sustained operations at sea. She carried no evaporators (i.e. fresh water distillers)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, let it be noted that according to her ship's log, "On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S. Constitution sailed from Boston with a full complement of 475 officers and men, 48,600 gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder and 79,400 gallons of rum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mission: "To destroy and harass English shipping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300 gallons of rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she headed for the Azores , arriving there 12 November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of Portuguese wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 18 November, she set sail for England . In the ensuing days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and scuttled 12 English merchant ships, salvaging only the rum aboard each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted. Nevertheless, although unarmed she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland . Her landing party captured a whisky distillery and transferred 40,000 gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn. Then she headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U. S. S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799, with no cannon shot, no food, no powder, no rum, no wine, no whisky, and 38,600 gallons of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO NAVY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3656921614133918307?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3656921614133918307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-sailors-have-had-bad-reputation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3656921614133918307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3656921614133918307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-sailors-have-had-bad-reputation.html' title='And sailors have had a bad reputation ever since!'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-1011285867894552040</id><published>2009-09-12T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:41:12.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on the side of the highway</title><content type='html'>waiting to catch speeders, a State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks to himself, 'This driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!'  So he turns on his lights &amp; pulls the driver over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the car, he notices there are five old ladies, two in the front seat &amp; three in the back, eyes wide &amp; white as ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver, obviously confused, says to him, 'Officer, I don't understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit!  What seems to be the problem?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma'am,' the officer replies, 'You weren't speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Slower than the speed limit she asked? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly... Twenty-Two miles an hour!' the old woman says a bit proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle, explains to her that '22' was the route number, not the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit embarrassed, the woman grins &amp; thanks the officer for pointing out her error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But before I let you go, Ma'am, I have to ask... is everyone in this car okay? These women seem awfully shaken &amp; they haven't muttered a single peep this whole time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, they'll be all right in a minute officer.  We just got off Route 119.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-1011285867894552040?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1011285867894552040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-on-side-of-highway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1011285867894552040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1011285867894552040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-on-side-of-highway.html' title='Sitting on the side of the highway'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-736392857921327738</id><published>2009-09-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:42:16.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-Up Lesson 101</title><content type='html'>On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog and began to sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the chicken ran, back to the farm.. Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone to town with the only tractor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to save his friend's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies, Best Pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, the chicken fell in to a mud pit, and soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thingy and he would then lift him out of the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, saving his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;(yep, you betcha, there is a moral!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-736392857921327738?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/736392857921327738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/pick-up-lesson-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/736392857921327738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/736392857921327738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/pick-up-lesson-101.html' title='Pick-Up Lesson 101'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-4573064701917107428</id><published>2009-09-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:43:21.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wonderful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Michelle Obama went to serve food to the homeless at a government funded soup kitchen.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SoiDPrzjT2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/7IEj0o6dOVg/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SoiDPrzjT2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/7IEj0o6dOVg/s400/image0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370686861119541090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of a bowl of soup at homeless shelter: $0.00 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Michelle Obama serve your soup: $0.00 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A homeless person who is receiving government funded meals while taking a picture of the first lady using his $500 Black Berry cell phone: $$$$ Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-4573064701917107428?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4573064701917107428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-wonderful-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4573064701917107428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4573064701917107428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-wonderful-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Wonderful World'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SoiDPrzjT2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/7IEj0o6dOVg/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-1494114326486749117</id><published>2009-09-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:45:52.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Quotes</title><content type='html'>The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest job in the world has to be coroner. Surgery on dead people. What's the worst thing that could happen? If everything went wrong, maybe you'd get a pulse&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Bergen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing is very hard to do...you never know when you're finished.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Nielsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with unemployment is that the minute you wake up in the morning you're on the job.&lt;br /&gt;Slappy White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only go to work on days that don't end in a 'y'.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good rule of thumb is if you've made it to thirty-five and your job still requires you to wear a name tag, you've made a serious vocational error.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;Jerome K Jerome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-1494114326486749117?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1494114326486749117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1494114326486749117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1494114326486749117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-quotes.html' title='Work Quotes'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-6940567047791292909</id><published>2009-09-08T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:48:12.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gates vs GM</title><content type='html'>For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way computers have enhanced our lives, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics (and I just love this part ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash.......&lt;br /&gt;Twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five percent of the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be replaced by a single 'This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation' warning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the next one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The airbag system would ask 'Are you sure?' before deploying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again be- cause none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You'd have to press the 'Start' button to turn the engine off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I'd like to add that when all else fails, you could call 'customer service' in some foreign country and be instructed in some foreign language how to fix your car yourself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share this with your friends who love - but sometimes hate - their computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-6940567047791292909?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6940567047791292909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-gates-vs-gm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6940567047791292909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6940567047791292909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-gates-vs-gm.html' title='Bill Gates vs GM'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-6679052729516601261</id><published>2009-09-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:44:42.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repel flies with plastic bag, pennies &amp; Water</title><content type='html'>We went with some out of town friends to Sweety Pies on Sunday for breakfast, and we sat in the enclosed patio section beside the house.   We happened to notice a couple of zip lock baggies pinned to a post and a wall.  The bags were half filled with water, each contained 4 pennies, and they were zipped shut.  Naturally we were curious!  Ms Sweety told us that these baggies kept the flies away!  So naturally we were even more curious!  We actually watched some flies come in the open window, stand around on the window sill, and then fly out again.  And there were no flies in the eating area!  This morning I checked this out on Google.  Below are comments on this fly control idea.  I'm now a believer!  More comments not included here were about pet dogs and fly problems.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zip-lock water bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people swear that a zip-lock bag filled half-way with water and attached over entry-ways will repel flies. No one yet knows how or why it works, but there is speculation that it has something to do with the way the moving water refracts light. If you have tried this please use the comments form at the bottom of the page to share your results with the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ann Says:&lt;br /&gt;October 5th, 2008 at 5:51 pm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I did try the ziplock bag and pennies this weekend. I have a horse trailer with full LQ. The flys were very bad this weekend while I was camping. I put the baggie with pennies above the door of the LQ. NOT ONE FLY came in the trailer. The horse trailer part had many. Not sure why it works but it does!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Danielle says:&lt;br /&gt;September 20th, 2008 at 8:43 pm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fill a ziplock bag with water and 5 or 6 pennies and hang it in the problem area. In my case it was a particular window in my home. It had a slight but significant passage way for insects.Every since I have done that, it has kept flies and wasps away. Some say, that wasps and flies mistake the bag for some sort of other insect nest and are threatened by this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maggie says:&lt;br /&gt;June 7th, 2009 at 11:40 am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I swear by the plastic bag of water trick I have them on side porch ( our house entry) and all around the basement door. We saw these in Northeast Mo at an Amish grocery store &amp; have used them since. They say it works because a fly sees a reflection &amp; won't come around.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just DJ Says:&lt;br /&gt;May 16th, 2009 at 7:25 pm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regarding the science behind zip log bags of water? My research found that each of the millions of molecules of water presents its own prism effect and given that flies have a lot of eyes, to them it's like a zillion disco balls reflecting light, colors and movement in a dizzying manner. When you figure that flies are basically prey for many other bugs, animals, birds, etc., they simply won't take the risk of being around that much perceived action. I moved to a rural area and thought these "hillbillies" were just yanking my city boy chain but I tried it, worked immediately! We went from hundreds of flies to seeing the occasional one, but he don't hang around long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-6679052729516601261?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6679052729516601261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/repel-flies-with-plastic-bag-pennies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6679052729516601261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6679052729516601261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/repel-flies-with-plastic-bag-pennies.html' title='Repel flies with plastic bag, pennies &amp; Water'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-8794862440542710085</id><published>2009-09-06T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:45:19.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Why? Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are almost dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they already know there is not enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars; but have to check when you say the paint is still wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That really hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?'&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my FAVORITE . . .&lt;br /&gt;The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~Now send this on to your friends and make them smile too!~~~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****A day without a smile is like a day without sunshine!***&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling - it'll make people wonder what you're up to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-8794862440542710085?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8794862440542710085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-why-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8794862440542710085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8794862440542710085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-why-why.html' title='Why? Why? Why?'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-5155166811321373168</id><published>2009-08-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:04:43.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Years of Math in the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty Years of  Math 1959 - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last  week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my  $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and  gave it to her. She stood there , holding the nickel and 3 pennies , while  looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to  tell her to just give me two quarters , but she hailed the manager for help.  While he tried to explain the transaction to her , she stood there and cried.  Why do I tell you this?  Because  of the evolution in teaching math since the  1950s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teaching Math In 1950s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of  the price. What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teaching Math In 1960s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of  the price , or $80. What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Teaching Math In 1970s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80.  Did he make a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teaching Math In 1980s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and  his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Teaching Math In 1990s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of  this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it's ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teaching Math In 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hachero vende una carretada de maderapara $100. El costo de la producciones es  $80. Cuanto dinero ha hecho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-5155166811321373168?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5155166811321373168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/50-years-of-math-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5155166811321373168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5155166811321373168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/50-years-of-math-in-usa.html' title='50 Years of Math in the USA'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-1387135801584317246</id><published>2009-07-05T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:40:52.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes life is amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Offering a life'/><title type='text'>Fifth Important Lesson . . .</title><content type='html'>Giving When it Counts. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a cblood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had&lt;br /&gt;miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-1387135801584317246?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1387135801584317246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifth-important-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1387135801584317246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1387135801584317246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifth-important-lesson.html' title='Fifth Important Lesson . . .'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-744922470318207430</id><published>2009-07-04T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:40:00.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path</title><content type='html'>In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the &lt;br /&gt;King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-744922470318207430?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/744922470318207430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-important-lesson-obstacle-in-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/744922470318207430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/744922470318207430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-important-lesson-obstacle-in-our.html' title='4th Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-123541868923674694</id><published>2009-07-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:40:00.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.</title><content type='html'>In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-123541868923674694?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/123541868923674694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-important-lesson-always-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/123541868923674694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/123541868923674694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-important-lesson-always-remember.html' title='3rd Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-7542050089463713083</id><published>2009-07-02T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:46:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain</title><content type='html'>One night, at 11:30 p.m., an elderly African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 60's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away . . .God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-7542050089463713083?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7542050089463713083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-important-lesson-pickup-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7542050089463713083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7542050089463713083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-important-lesson-pickup-in-rain.html' title='Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-7478224223203739265</id><published>2009-07-01T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:48:05.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Treat People: Lesson One</title><content type='html'>1st Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our Professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. &lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely, " said the Professor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-7478224223203739265?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7478224223203739265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-we-treat-people-lesson-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7478224223203739265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7478224223203739265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-we-treat-people-lesson-one.html' title='How We Treat People: Lesson One'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-8221838469596678475</id><published>2009-06-30T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:20:18.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Shift</title><content type='html'>A very tired nurse walks into a bank, totally exhausted after  an 18-hour shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing  to  write a check, she pulls a  rectal  thermometer out of her  purse and tries  to  write with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she realizes her mistake, she  looks at the flabbergasted  teller and without missing a  beat, she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's  great . . .that's just great . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some asshole's got my pen!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-8221838469596678475?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8221838469596678475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-shift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8221838469596678475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8221838469596678475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-shift.html' title='A Long Shift'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-7841279845708651278</id><published>2009-06-29T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:14:55.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Those of You Born  1927-1979</title><content type='html'>At the end of this email is a quote of the month by Jay Leno. If you don't read anything else, please read what he said. Very well stated, Mr. Leno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1940's, 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As infants &amp; children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the back of a pick up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon.  We drank Kool-aid made with real white sugar.  And, we weren't overweight. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were always outside, playing . . . that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was able to reach us all day.  And, we were O.K.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.  After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers problem solvers and inventors ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU are one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With hurricanes, toronados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-7841279845708651278?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7841279845708651278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-those-of-you-born-1927-1979.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7841279845708651278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7841279845708651278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-those-of-you-born-1927-1979.html' title='To Those of You Born  1927-1979'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-2649566525316934634</id><published>2009-06-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:20:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments made in 1955</title><content type='html'>That's only 54 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it's going   to be impossible to buy a week's groceries for $20.00."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen the new cars coming out next year?  It won't be long before $2,000.00 will only buy a used one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit.  A quarter a pack is ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If they raise the minimum wage to $1.00, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon.  Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kids today are impossible.  Those duck tail hair cuts make it impossible to stay groomed.  Next thing you know, boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more. Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying DAMN in GONE WITH THE WIND, it seems every new movie has either HELL of DAMN in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century.  They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball?  It wouldn't surprise me if someday they'll be making more than the President."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's too bad things are so tough nowadays.  I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marriage doesn't mean a thing any more, those Hollywood stars seem to be getting divorced at the drop of a hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no sense going for a weekend, it costs nearly $15.00 a night to stay in a hotel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one can afford to be sick anymore, at $35.00 a day in the hospital it's too rich for my blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If they think I'll pay 50 cents for a hair cut, forget it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Don Giroux say's Bill Haley and his Comets starred in the movie "Blackboard Jungle" this same year. May 14, 1955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-2649566525316934634?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2649566525316934634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/comments-made-in-1955.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2649566525316934634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2649566525316934634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/comments-made-in-1955.html' title='Comments made in 1955'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-88608513658828118</id><published>2009-06-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:06:10.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th &amp; Best Affair</title><content type='html'>Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and said weakly:&lt;br /&gt;"I have something I must confess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no need to," his wife replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Now just rest and let the poison work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-88608513658828118?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/88608513658828118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/6th-best-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/88608513658828118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/88608513658828118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/6th-best-affair.html' title='The 6th &amp; Best Affair'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-2517859622401723878</id><published>2009-06-26T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:02:43.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th Affair</title><content type='html'>A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly, Sir, that'll be one cent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One Cent?" the man exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at the menu and asked:&lt;br /&gt;"How much for a nice juicy steak and a bottle of wine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A nickel," the barman replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A nickel?" exclaimed the man. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Upstairs, with my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked:&lt;br /&gt;"What's he doing upstairs with your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied:&lt;br /&gt;"The same thing I'm doing to his business down here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-2517859622401723878?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2517859622401723878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/5th-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2517859622401723878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2517859622401723878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/5th-affair.html' title='The 5th Affair'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-5596865070261766264</id><published>2009-06-25T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:56:51.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th Affair</title><content type='html'>A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry," she said, "stand in the corner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rubbed baby oil all over him, then dusted him with talcum powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't move until I tell you," she said. "Pretend you're a statue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh it's a statue," she replied. "The Smiths bought one and I liked it so I got one for us, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more was said, not even when they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 AM the husband got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here," he said to the statue, "have this. I stood like that for two days at the Smiths and nobody offered me a damned thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-5596865070261766264?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5596865070261766264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/4th-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5596865070261766264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5596865070261766264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/4th-affair.html' title='The 4th Affair'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-8547669560515448194</id><published>2009-06-24T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:53:25.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd Affair</title><content type='html'>A mortician was working late one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, about to be cremated and made a startling discovery. Schwartz had the largest private part he had ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz," the mortician commented, "I can't allow you to be cremated &lt;br /&gt;with such an impressive private part. It must be saved for posterity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he removed it, stuffed it into his briefcase and took it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have something to show you won't believe," he said to his wife, opening his briefcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God!" the wife exclaimed, "Schwartz is dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-8547669560515448194?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8547669560515448194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8547669560515448194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8547669560515448194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-affair.html' title='The 3rd Affair'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-1413434812877250827</id><published>2009-06-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:15:06.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Affair</title><content type='html'>A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters but always talked about having a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to try one last time for the son they always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife got pregnant and delivered a healthy baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joyful father rushed to the nursery to see his new son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was horrified at the ugliest child he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told his wife, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"There's no way I can be the father of this baby. Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered! Have you been fooling around behind my back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife smiled sweetly and replied, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"No, not this time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-1413434812877250827?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1413434812877250827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1413434812877250827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1413434812877250827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-affair.html' title='The 2nd Affair'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-2020473583774257726</id><published>2009-06-22T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:15:49.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Affair</title><content type='html'>A married man was having an affair with his secretary.&lt;br /&gt;One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, they fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM. The man hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoes outside and rub them in the grass and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on his shoes and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where have you been?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his wife demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't lie to you,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he replied,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm having an affair with my secretary. We had sex all afternoon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down at his shoes and said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You lying bastard! You've been playing golf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-2020473583774257726?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2020473583774257726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2020473583774257726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2020473583774257726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-affair.html' title='The 1st Affair'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-2167109534879658573</id><published>2009-06-15T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:20:03.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7%</title><content type='html'>A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord led the holy man to two doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in . . .In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "You have seen Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, "I don't understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is simple," said the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It requires but one skill. You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-2167109534879658573?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2167109534879658573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2167109534879658573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2167109534879658573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/7.html' title='7%'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3526302297184643345</id><published>2009-06-14T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:46:46.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MURPHY'S 15 OTHER LAWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2. A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. He, who laughs last, thinks slowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4. A day without sunshine is like, well, night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6. Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;8. The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. It is said that if you line up all the cars in the world end-to-end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;10. If the shoe fits, get another one just like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. The things that come to those that wait, may be the things left by those, who got there first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;12. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat all day drinking beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Flashlight: A case for holding dead batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;14 . The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. When you go into court, you are putting yourself in the hands of twelve people, who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3526302297184643345?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3526302297184643345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/murphys-15-other-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3526302297184643345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3526302297184643345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/murphys-15-other-laws.html' title='MURPHY&apos;S 15 OTHER LAWS'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-8672165349599147912</id><published>2009-06-14T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:43:41.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Exercise</title><content type='html'>Walking can add minutes to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $5000 per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. Now she's 97 years old and we don't know where the heck she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I would take up exercising is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;I don't exercise because it makes the ice jump right out of my glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-8672165349599147912?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8672165349599147912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/importance-of-exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8672165349599147912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8672165349599147912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/importance-of-exercise.html' title='The Importance of Exercise'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-6358373344584949375</id><published>2009-06-13T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:46:05.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon Grease Warning!</title><content type='html'>COOKING WITH BACON GREASE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better to fry eggs, pop corn, season beans, or season cornbread.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know this can happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IF YOU HAVE EVER INGESTED BACON GREASE IN ANY FORM. PLEASE READ THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is: Do you use bacon grease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were raised on bacon grease as kids and even into adulthood. I will never use it again. I hope you will throw yours away whenever you fry bacon from now on. It seems as though nothing is safe to eat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you keep cooking with bacon grease. This is a warning, send this to everyone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSbIMIE89I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hHGDqTeBdnI/s1600-h/BaconGre1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSbIMIE89I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hHGDqTeBdnI/s400/BaconGre1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069222591984594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bacon grease will make your feet shrink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-6358373344584949375?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6358373344584949375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/bacon-grease-warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6358373344584949375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6358373344584949375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/bacon-grease-warning.html' title='Bacon Grease Warning!'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSbIMIE89I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hHGDqTeBdnI/s72-c/BaconGre1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-811314287014164554</id><published>2009-06-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:02:57.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A child's prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSgZZd1z9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/074VWjD3Si0/s1600-h/childpraying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSgZZd1z9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/074VWjD3Si0/s200/childpraying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347075015788842962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send clothes for all those poor ladies in Daddy's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-811314287014164554?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/811314287014164554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/childs-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/811314287014164554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/811314287014164554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/childs-prayer.html' title='A child&apos;s prayer'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSgZZd1z9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/074VWjD3Si0/s72-c/childpraying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-2291930794604616394</id><published>2009-06-11T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:41:16.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSh5Vmj7_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gZ3Vwfn-RLM/s1600-h/mantards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSh5Vmj7_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gZ3Vwfn-RLM/s320/mantards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347076664019120114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Giving Clothes To The Goodwill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should make you feel all warm inside knowing that the clothes you previously wore are now gracing another grateful body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that cleaning out your closets at least once a year and giving former treasures to Goodwill (or charity of your choice) is a great way to give back to your community and help those who are less fortunate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look through your closets and see if you don't have something that doesn't fit, or might be a little out of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things will probably fit someone else and could be the height of fashion for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I send along this heartwarming photo  to inspire you,and remind you that your efforts won't go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God Bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-2291930794604616394?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2291930794604616394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodwill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2291930794604616394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2291930794604616394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodwill.html' title='Goodwill'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SjSh5Vmj7_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gZ3Vwfn-RLM/s72-c/mantards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-4144012541603391900</id><published>2009-06-09T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:45:08.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart has everything . . .</title><content type='html'>One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Joe says to Mike behind him, 'My elbow hurts like hell. I guess I'd better see a doctor.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Mike replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a diagnostic computer down at Wal-Mart. Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes ten seconds and costs ten dollars . . . A lot cheaper than a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Joe deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He deposits ten dollars and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You have tennis elbow . Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks. Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Joe began wondering if the computer could be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mixed some tap water , a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter, and a sperm sample for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe hurries back to Wal-Mart, eager to check the results. He deposits ten dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer prints the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. (Aisle 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-4144012541603391900?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4144012541603391900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/wal-mart-has-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4144012541603391900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4144012541603391900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/wal-mart-has-everything.html' title='Wal-Mart has everything . . .'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3282842961978864830</id><published>2009-06-08T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:52:44.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Thoughts For 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sexually transmitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet, and they won't bother you for weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are like a Slinky ... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200.00 and a substantial tax cut saves you $0.30? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the '60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND THE NUMBER 1 THOUGHT FOR 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in  America , but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And the BONUS thought for today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3282842961978864830?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3282842961978864830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-thoughts-for-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3282842961978864830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3282842961978864830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-thoughts-for-2009.html' title='Top 10 Thoughts For 2009'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-723414175102579685</id><published>2009-06-07T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:12:59.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes 100%</title><content type='html'>What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-T -T -I -T -U -D-E&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B -U -L -L -S -H-I -T&lt;br /&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty, that While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, its the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-723414175102579685?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/723414175102579685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-makes-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/723414175102579685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/723414175102579685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-makes-100.html' title='What Makes 100%'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-5646065711269689520</id><published>2009-06-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:11:13.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: Letter to our President</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;April 17, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The White House&lt;br /&gt;1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC 20500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it with you and your administration, sir.  Your conduct on your recent trip overseas has convinced me that you are not an adequate representative of the United States of America collectively or of me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so obsessed with appeasing the Europeans and the Muslim world that you have abdicated the responsibilities of the President of the United States of America.  You are responsible to the citizens of the United States. You are not responsible to the peoples of any other country on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally resent that you go around the world apologizing for the United States telling Europeans that we are arrogant and do not care about their status in the world. Sir, what do you think the First World War and the Second World War were all about if not the consideration of the peoples of Europe? Are you brain dead?  What do you think the Marshall Plan was all about? Do you not understand or know the history of the 20th century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you get off telling a Muslim country that the United States does not consider itself a Christian country?  Have you not read the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution of the United States? This country was founded on Judeo-Christian ethics and the principles governing this country, at least until you came along, come directly from this heritage. Do you not understand this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bowing to the king of Saudi Arabia is an affront to all Americans. Our President does not bow down to anyone, let alone the king of Saudi Arabia. You don’t show Great Britain, our best and one of our oldest allies, the respect they deserve yet you bow down to the king of Saudi Arabia. How dare you, sir! How dare you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t find the time to visit the graves of our greatest generation because you don’t want to offend the Germans but make time to visit a mosque in Turkey. You offended our dead and every veteran when you give the Germans more respect than the people who saved the German people from themselves. What’s the matter with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that you and the members of your administration have the historical and intellectual depth of a mud puddle and should be ashamed of yourselves, all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so self-righteously offended by the big bankers and the American automobile manufacturers yet do nothing about the real thieves in this situation, Mr.Dodd, Mr. Frank, Franklin Raines, Jamie Gorelic, the Fannie Mae bonuses, and the Freddie Mac bonuses. What do you intend to do about them? Anything? I seriously doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the U.S. House members passing out $9.1 million in bonuses to their staff members – on top of the $2.5 million in automatic pay raises that lawmakers gave themselves?  I understand the average House aide got a 17% bonus. I took a 5% cut in my pay to save jobs with my employer.  You haven’t said anything about that. Who authorized that? I surely didn’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executives at Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac will be receiving $210 million in bonuses over an eighteen-month period, that's $45 million more than the AIG bonuses. In fact, Fannie and Freddie executives have already been awarded $51 million – not a bad take.  Who authorized that and why haven’t you expressed your outrage at this&lt;br /&gt;group who are largely responsible for the economic mess we have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resent that you take me and my fellow citizens as brain-dead and not caring about what you idiots do.  We are watching what you are doing and we are getting increasingly fed up with all of you.  I also want you to know that I personally find just about everything you do and say to be offensive to every one of my sensibilities.  I promise you that I will work tirelessly to see that you do not get a chance to spend two terms destroying my beautiful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every real American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I rarely ask that emails be 'passed around'.............PLEASE SEND THIS TO YOUR EMAIL LIST......it's past time for all Americans to wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This post does not reflect the views of this author on any issues brought forth. It was not written by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-5646065711269689520?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5646065711269689520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/subject-letter-to-our-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5646065711269689520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5646065711269689520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/subject-letter-to-our-president.html' title='Subject: Letter to our President'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-2603423476279603625</id><published>2009-06-05T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:57:16.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions and Answers from AARP Forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: Where can men over the age of 60 find younger, sexy women who are interested in them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Try a bookstore, under fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: What can a man do while his wife is going through menopause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Keep busy. If you're handy with tools, you can finish the basement. When you're done you'll have a place to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: Someone has told me that menopause is mentioned in the bible. Is that true? Where can it be found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Yes. Matthew 14:92: "And Mary rode Joseph's ass all the way to Egypt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q:i How can you increase the heart rate of your 60-plus year old husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Tell him you're pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: How can you avoid that terrible curse of the elderly wrinkles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Take off your glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: Seriously! What can I do for these Crow's feet and all those wrinkles on my face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Go bra-less. It will usually pull them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: Why should 60-plus year oldC2people use valet parking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Valets don't forget where they park your car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: Is it common for 60-plus year old's to have problems with  short term memory storage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: Storing memory is not a problem, Retrieving it is the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: As people age, do they sleep More soundly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: Where should 60-plus year old's look for eye glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: On their foreheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q: What is the most common remark made by 60-plus year old's when they enter antique stores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A: "Gosh, I remember these!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE, You've still got your sense of humor, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-2603423476279603625?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2603423476279603625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions-and-answers-from-aarp-forum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2603423476279603625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2603423476279603625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions-and-answers-from-aarp-forum.html' title='Questions and Answers from AARP Forum'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-23960189847344728</id><published>2009-06-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:57:46.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><content type='html'>On the first day, God created the dog and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey said:&lt;br /&gt;"Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years.. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, God created humans and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the human said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Okay,"&lt;/span&gt; said God, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You asked for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.... For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life has now been explained to you.&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I'm doing it as a public service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-23960189847344728?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/23960189847344728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/23960189847344728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/23960189847344728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-2813297973344638798</id><published>2009-06-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:19:49.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Only a Test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;2. An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;br /&gt;3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car? Think before you continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. He simply answered: 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to "Think Outside of the Box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;However!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery, have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car, then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God, I just love happy endings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-2813297973344638798?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2813297973344638798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-only-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2813297973344638798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/2813297973344638798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-only-test.html' title='This is Only a Test!'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3297974256581830355</id><published>2009-05-31T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:50:45.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remote Locking Device'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car Entry Systems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car Alarm Systems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auto Thieft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remote Auto Entry'/><title type='text'>Subject: Locking Your Car</title><content type='html'>Snopes confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked my car --- as I walked away I heard my car door unlock I went back and locked my car again three times. I looked around and there were two guys sitting in a car in the fire lane next to the store. When I looked straight at them they did not unlock my car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to lock your car safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While traveling my son stopped at a roadside park. He came out to his car less than 4-5 minutes later and found someone had gotten into his car, and stolen his cell phone, laptop computer, GPS navigator briefcase.....you name it ... called the police and since there were no signs of his car being broken into- the police told him that there is a device that robbers are using now to clone your security code when you lock your doors on your car using your key-chain locking device.. They sit a distance away and watch for their next victim. They know you are going inside of the store, restaurant, or bathroom and have a few minutes to steal and run. The police officer said ...to be sure to manually lock your car door-by hitting the lock button inside the car, that way if there is someone sitting in a parking lot watching for their next victim it will not be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hit the lock button on your car upon exiting...it does not send the security code, but if you walk away and use the door lock on your key chain- it sends the code through the airwaves where it can be stolen, something totally new to us...and real ... be aware of this and please pass this note on..look how many times we all lock our doors with our keys...just to be sure we remembered to lock them....and bingo someone have our code...and whatever was in the car...can be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3297974256581830355?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3297974256581830355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/subject-locking-your-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3297974256581830355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3297974256581830355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/subject-locking-your-car.html' title='Subject: Locking Your Car'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3275086445603046498</id><published>2009-05-30T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:22:20.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrate Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for Age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing'/><title type='text'>Subject: 7%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's,we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3275086445603046498?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3275086445603046498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/subject-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3275086445603046498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3275086445603046498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/subject-7.html' title='Subject: 7%'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-5225543921396643920</id><published>2009-05-29T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:17:02.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.B.I. Test</title><content type='html'>The FBI had an opening for an assassin.&lt;br /&gt;After all the background checks, interviews And testing were done, there were 3 finalists; two men and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair . . . Kill her!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "You can't be serious. I could Never shoot my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent said, "Then you're not the right man For this job. Take your wife and go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was Quiet for about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, But I can't kill my wife."&lt;br /&gt;The agent said, "You don't Have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This gun is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Women are crazy. Don't mess with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-5225543921396643920?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5225543921396643920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/fbi-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5225543921396643920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5225543921396643920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/fbi-test.html' title='F.B.I. Test'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-937639472807764649</id><published>2009-05-28T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:51:28.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comprehension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Play'/><title type='text'>The Mind Works When the Words Do Not</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.&lt;br /&gt;The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at&lt;br /&gt;Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn ' t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a&lt;br /&gt;wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be&lt;br /&gt;in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed&lt;br /&gt;it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-937639472807764649?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/937639472807764649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-works-when-words-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/937639472807764649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/937639472807764649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-works-when-words-do.html' title='The Mind Works When the Words Do Not'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-5960063582652306727</id><published>2009-05-27T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:19:44.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Test'/><title type='text'>This is Only a Test!</title><content type='html'>Read the 'offense' and if you've done it, you owe that fine.&lt;br /&gt;Keep going until you've read each 'offense' and added up your total fine.&lt;br /&gt;Title your bulletin "My Bail is $$$.$$"&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.&lt;br /&gt;However, if you've "Peed in the Pool" everyone will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Smoked pot?: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ever got drunk at work or went to work while still drunk?: $50.00&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cheated on your significant other?: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;4.  Been in love with two people or more at the same time?: $50.00&lt;br /&gt;5.  Said you love someone but didn't mean it?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;6.  Went streaking?: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;7.  Went streaking in broad daylight?: $15.00&lt;br /&gt;8.  Kissed a co-worker?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kissed your boss?: $50.00&lt;br /&gt;10. Been arrested?: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;11. Spent time in jail?: $15.00&lt;br /&gt;12. Peed in the pool?: $0.50&lt;br /&gt;13. Played spin the bottle? $5.00&lt;br /&gt;14. Done something you regret? $20.00&lt;br /&gt;15. Slept with your best friend?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;16. Been in love with a stripper? $20.00&lt;br /&gt;17. Went skinny dipping?: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;18. Been slapped?: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;19. Slapped someone?: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;20. Beat up someone?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;21. Been jumped? $10.00&lt;br /&gt;22. Ever had sex at church?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;23. Dated someone you met on My Space?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;24.      Facebook?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;25.      Craigslist?: 50.00&lt;br /&gt;26. Cheated on test? $50.00&lt;br /&gt;27. Vandalized something?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;28. Slept with someone in your parents' bed?: $100.00&lt;br /&gt;29. Crossed dressed?: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;30. Given money to stripper? $25.00&lt;br /&gt;31. Flirted with an officer to get out of a ticket?: $30.00&lt;br /&gt;32. Been in love with a stripper? $20.00&lt;br /&gt;33. Pooped in the Pool?: -$00.25&lt;br /&gt;34. Kissed some one who's name you didn't know?: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit on some one of the same sex while at work? $15.00&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever drive drunk?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;37. Used toys while having sex? $30.00&lt;br /&gt;38. Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;39. Had sex in a pool?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;40. Masturbated?: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;41. Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;42. Done oral? $5.00&lt;br /&gt;43. Got oral? $5.00&lt;br /&gt;44. Done / got oral in a car while it was moving?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;45. Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you?: $40.00&lt;br /&gt;46. Stole something?: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;47. Slept with someone who has been in jail?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;48. Made a dirty home video?: $15.00&lt;br /&gt;49. Plan on making a dirty home video in the near future?: $30.00&lt;br /&gt;50. Had a threesome?: $50.00&lt;br /&gt;51. Had sex in a public place?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;52. Been in the same room while someone was having sex? $25.00&lt;br /&gt;53. Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;54. Had sex with someone 10 years older?: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;55. Kissed a teacher while you were still a student?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;56. Lied to your mate?: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;57. Lied to your mate about the sex being good?: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now tally up your answers, then, copy paste this into your own note to tag all of the people you want to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;In the subject of your note put: 'My Bail Is, (your total)!&lt;br /&gt;Now send to all your friends and back to the person who sent it to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-5960063582652306727?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5960063582652306727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-offense-and-if-youve-done-it-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5960063582652306727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/5960063582652306727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-offense-and-if-youve-done-it-you.html' title='This is Only a Test!'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-7704619982925150779</id><published>2009-05-26T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:41:48.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government Action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iowa Floods'/><title type='text'>This makes you Think?</title><content type='html'>About the media and politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Iowa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What's the difference between Iowa (The Heartland of America) and New Orleans?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHLfdQgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GYxNrsup7us/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHLfdQgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GYxNrsup7us/s400/image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334685405778100738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;New Orleans knew that a hurricane was coming and chose to do little, then expect the government and the taxpayers to rebuild the city and their homes; better than they were prior to the Hurricane?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHQZoASI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H4e-tkgBLnE/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHQZoASI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H4e-tkgBLnE/s400/image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334685407095816482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Iowa just watched it rain and dealt with it!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHbAsMvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kr00zo23oO4/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHbAsMvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kr00zo23oO4/s400/image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334685409944023794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where are the Hollywood celebrities holding telethons asking for help in restoring Iowa and helping the folks affected by the floods?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHu5jXmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WTjVPOkfwHM/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHu5jXmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WTjVPOkfwHM/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334685415282794082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where is good old Michael Moore?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHJPCy0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/3LU4zDAvjrc/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHJPCy0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/3LU4zDAvjrc/s400/image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334685405172386626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why is the media NOT asking the tough questions about why the federal government hasn't solved this problem?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgifAM498kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lmHNJMOLJ2I/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgifAM498kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lmHNJMOLJ2I/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334688584429335106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Asking where the FEMA trucks and trailers and food services are?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgifAPmfVmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VG9jMnoOWrM/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgifAPmfVmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VG9jMnoOWrM/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334688585157138018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why isn't the Federal government moving Iowa people into free hotels in Chicago and Minneapolis?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgie_3t91XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Tzt0kURWgSU/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgie_3t91XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Tzt0kURWgSU/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334688578746045810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When will Spike Lee say that the Federal government blew up the levees that failed in Des Moines?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgie_0O3hCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gTLh-E1XXEQ/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgie_0O3hCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gTLh-E1XXEQ/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334688577810301986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where are Sean Penn?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgie_gEiUiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_PSnesRCxW8/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgie_gEiUiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_PSnesRCxW8/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334688572398260770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bono&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihV6-7xYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9NmAJA_DSpY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihV6-7xYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9NmAJA_DSpY/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691156602897794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and the Dixie Chicks?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the looters stealing high-end tennis shoes, cases of beer and television sets?&lt;br /&gt;When will we hear Governor Chet Culver say that he wants to rebuild a 'vanilla' Iowa . . .because that's what God wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVVKmaTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rJGNRK4jKjM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVVKmaTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rJGNRK4jKjM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691146451282226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where is the hysterical 24/7 media coverage complete with reports of shootings at rescuers, of rapes and murder?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the people screaming that George Bush hates white, rural people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVqHWykI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Whh6_XVvJ1c/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVqHWykI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Whh6_XVvJ1c/s400/image0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691152074820162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My God, where are Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt,&lt;br /&gt;Oprah and Ray Coniff Jr?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come in another two weeks, you will never hear about the Iowa flooding ever again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVqj3wBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oU6Lpclzl1Y/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVqj3wBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oU6Lpclzl1Y/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691152194420754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where are the government bailout vouchers? The government debit cards?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVma94RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vvcs9QKByJ4/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgihVma94RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vvcs9QKByJ4/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691151083331858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There must be one hell of a big difference between the value of the people of Iowa and value of the people of Louisiana?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this unedited, non-doctored, factual information forward . . .to get Americans thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Let's float this one around for a while in contrast to all of the hullabaloo that New Orleans received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;These are some really good pictures of the actual flooding in Iowa. I think a lot of them are of downtown Cedar Rapids, IA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-7704619982925150779?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7704619982925150779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-makes-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7704619982925150779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7704619982925150779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-makes-you-think.html' title='This makes you Think?'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgicHLfdQgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GYxNrsup7us/s72-c/image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-4044738682436682245</id><published>2009-05-22T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:30:49.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gun Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Amendment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheatland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Posters'/><title type='text'>Poster found in a Gunshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is a poster found in a gun shop in Wheatland, Oklahoma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government thought President Obama needed to be protected by the Secret Service, 11,500 soldiers, and 4,000 police officers with armor and automatic weapons on his inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just about says it all . . .People Ask Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why I Carry a Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old grandpa said to me son,' there comes a time in every man's life when he stops bustin' knuckles and starts bustin' caps and usually it's when he becomes too old to take an ass whoopin'. I don't carry a gun to kill people. I carry a gun to keep from being killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun to scare people.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because sometimes this world can be a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I'm paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because there are real threats in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the evil in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I hate the government.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because I understand the limitations of government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun so that I don't have to spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I want to shoot someone.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because I want to die at a ripe old age in my bed, and not on a sidewalk somewhere tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I'm a cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because, when I die and go to heaven, I want to be a cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun to make me feel like a man.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because men know how to take care of themselves and the ones they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I feel inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because unarmed and facing three armed thugs, I am inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a gun because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a gun because I love life and the people who make it meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Protection is an oxymoron. Free citizens must protect themselves. Police do not protect you from crime, they usually just investigate the crime after it happens and then call someone in to clean up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I carry a gun because I'm too young to die and too old to take an ass whooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;. . .author unknown (but obviously brilliant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE GUN HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about 20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5 million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of 13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, 20 million political dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 Mayan Indians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000 Christians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one million educated people, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century because of gun control: 56 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns in the hands of honest citizens save lives and property and, yes, gun-control laws adversely affect only the law-abiding citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note my fellow Americans, before it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please remind them of this history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With guns, we are 'citizens'. Without them, we are 'subjects'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During WWII the Japanese decided not to invade America because they knew most Americans were ARMED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you value your freedom, please spread this anti-gun control message to all of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield, and skill is more important than either.&lt;br /&gt;The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWITZERLAND ISSUES EVERY HOUSEHOLD A GUN! SWITZERLAND'S GOVERNMENT TRAINS EVERY ADULT THEY ISSUE A RIFLE. SWITZERLAND HAS THE LOWEST GUN RELATED CRIME RATE OF ANY CIVILIZED COUNTRY IN THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A NO BRAINER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LET OUR GOVERNMENT WASTE MILLIONS OF OUR TAX DOLLARS IN AN EFFORT TO MAKE ALL LAW ABIDING CITIZENS AN EASY TARGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer in the 2nd Amendment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-4044738682436682245?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4044738682436682245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/poster-found-in-gunshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4044738682436682245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4044738682436682245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/poster-found-in-gunshop.html' title='Poster found in a Gunshop'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-8456366594542281244</id><published>2009-05-21T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:53:39.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Weight Loss Program for Men</title><content type='html'>A guy calls a company and orders their 5-day, 10 lb.weight loss program. The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous, athletic,19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign around her neck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company. The sign reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me." Without a second thought, he takes off after her. A few miles later huffing and puffing, he finally gives up. The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 lbs. as promised.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program. The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning, beautiful, sexy woman he has ever seen in his life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She is wearing nothing but Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you catch me you can have me". Well, he's out the door after her like a shot. This girl is in excellent shape and he does his best, but no such luck.. So for the next four days,the same routine happens with him gradually getting in better and better shape.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Much to his delight on the fifth day when he weighs himself, he discovers that he has lost another 20 lbs. as promised.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He decides to go for broke and calls the company to order the 7-day/50 pound program "Are you sure?" asks the representative on the phone. "This is our most rigorous program." "Absolutely, " he replies, "I haven't felt this good in years."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds a huge muscular guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck that reads, "If I catch you, your ass is mine."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He lost 63 pounds that week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-8456366594542281244?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8456366594542281244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-weight-loss-program-for-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8456366594542281244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8456366594542281244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-weight-loss-program-for-men.html' title='New Weight Loss Program for Men'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-7588678180743445255</id><published>2009-05-19T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:23:25.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers To Everything Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the best form of birth control after 50?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nudity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the difference between a girlfriend and a wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the difference between a boyfriend and a husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the fastest way to a man's heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Through his chest with a sharp knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do men want to marry virgins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They can't stand criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good&lt;br /&gt;looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because those men already have boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a smart blonde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A golden retriever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why does the bride always wear white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because it's good for the dishwasher to match the stove and refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How do you know when you're really ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dogs hump your leg with their eyes closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How do you know when you're leading a pathetic life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When a nymphomaniac tells you, "Lets just be friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why did God create alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So ugly people could have sex, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What did the blonde say when she found out she was pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Are you sure it's mine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the difference between Beer Nuts and Deer Nuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beer Nuts are $1, and Deer Nuts are always under a buck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A speech impediment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Breasts don't have eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the difference between a Northern fairytale and a Southern fairytale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Northern fairytale begins, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Once upon a time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Southern fairytale begins, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-7588678180743445255?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7588678180743445255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/answers-to-everything-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7588678180743445255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7588678180743445255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/answers-to-everything-part-6.html' title='Answers To Everything Part 6'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-6373730092327939015</id><published>2009-05-18T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:22:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite t-Shirt for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg5GkJ8ryvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xwinRLDVGhc/s1600-h/noneedsex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg5GkJ8ryvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xwinRLDVGhc/s400/noneedsex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336280195440298738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-6373730092327939015?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6373730092327939015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favorite-t-shirt-for-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6373730092327939015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6373730092327939015'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgh1witHVNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AJBupGPfXLs/s1600-h/buy-our-crap.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgh1witHVNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AJBupGPfXLs/s400/buy-our-crap.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334643235430552786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ritholtz.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/buy-our-crap.png"&gt;Larger Image for the Fine Print&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-8905926124415332774?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8905926124415332774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/buy-our-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8905926124415332774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/8905926124415332774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/buy-our-crap.html' title='Buy our Crap!'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sgh1witHVNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AJBupGPfXLs/s72-c/buy-our-crap.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-6297451739472933459</id><published>2009-05-16T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:27:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Even!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg8FizFHSmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WJwXsMWUrB0/s1600-h/catseyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 59px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg8FizFHSmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WJwXsMWUrB0/s400/catseyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336490178842675810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One December day we found an old straggly cat at our door.  She was a sorry sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her so we put her in a carrier and took her to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what to call her so we named her "Pussycat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer) said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks." He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband "El-Cheap-O", and my husband calls the vet "El-Charge-O." They love to hate each other and constantly 'snipe' at one another, with my husband getting in&lt;br /&gt;the last word on this particular occasion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is located in the same building, next door to the vet. The MD's waiting room and office was full of people waiting to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side door opened and the vet leaned in - he had obviously seen my Husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Your wife's pussy doesn't stink any more. We washed and shaved it, and now she smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she's pregnant. God only knows who the father is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now THAT, my friends, is getting even!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-6297451739472933459?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6297451739472933459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6297451739472933459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/6297451739472933459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-even.html' title='Getting Even!'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg8FizFHSmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WJwXsMWUrB0/s72-c/catseyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-1881974162552562982</id><published>2009-05-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:16:27.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AH7A4dZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TkTY0z1_DL8/s1600-h/org-salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AH7A4dZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TkTY0z1_DL8/s400/org-salad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336554588301981074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning God covered the earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, with green, yellow and red vegetables of all kinds so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AIcwQfaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G2OR2Ofb9n8/s1600-h/hotfudge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AIcwQfaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G2OR2Ofb9n8/s400/hotfudge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336554597359058338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then using God's bountiful gifts, Satan created Dairy Ice Cream and Magnums. And Satan said, "You want hot fudge with that?" And Man said, "Yes!" And Woman said, "I'll have one too with chocolate chips." And lo they gained 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AT6yqGzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EwucMbeAMV4/s1600-h/yogurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AT6yqGzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EwucMbeAMV4/s400/yogurt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336554794400750386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God created the healthy yogurt that woman might keep the figure that man found so fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9ATo2Hf4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/APoW5KgfZAU/s1600-h/whitesugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9ATo2Hf4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/APoW5KgfZAU/s400/whitesugar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336554789583421314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 12 to size 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AIG9sDdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OoDCa3fOF78/s1600-h/caesarsalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AIG9sDdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OoDCa3fOF78/s400/caesarsalad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336554591509810642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God said, "Try my fresh green salad." And Satan presented Blue Cheese dressing and garlic croutons on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9Fh2C2n5I/AAAAAAAAALI/efekog8x1Ms/s1600-h/oliveoil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9Fh2C2n5I/AAAAAAAAALI/efekog8x1Ms/s400/oliveoil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336560531202809746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then said "I have sent you healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AIezKywI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4VVyPCgVrBU/s1600-h/chickendinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AIezKywI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4VVyPCgVrBU/s400/chickendinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336554597908138754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Satan brought forth deep fried coconut king prawns, butter-dipped lobster chunks and chicken fried steak, so big it needed its own platter, and Man's cholesterol went through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9FiBcpo3I/AAAAAAAAALY/7UwEgJqD5Bc/s1600-h/potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9FiBcpo3I/AAAAAAAAALY/7UwEgJqD5Bc/s400/potato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336560534263800690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God brought forth the potato; naturally low in fat and brimming with potassium and good nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9Fh0aUezI/AAAAAAAAALA/7dkUr0-s34g/s1600-h/fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9Fh0aUezI/AAAAAAAAALA/7dkUr0-s34g/s400/fries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336560530764364594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Satan peeled off the healthy skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them in animal fats adding copious quantities of salt. And Man put on more pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9FiEhrtVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dZbHDROnZHU/s1600-h/runshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9FiEhrtVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dZbHDROnZHU/s400/runshoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336560535090214226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then brought forth running shoes so that his Children might lose those extra pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9GkrLvjUI/AAAAAAAAALg/8CdIQtOWL98/s1600-h/remote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9GkrLvjUI/AAAAAAAAALg/8CdIQtOWL98/s400/remote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336561679338540354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Satan came forth with a cable TV with remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering light and started wearing stretch jogging suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9GkrzQf9I/AAAAAAAAALo/AaK4Lt3tIgA/s1600-h/ribeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9GkrzQf9I/AAAAAAAAALo/AaK4Lt3tIgA/s400/ribeye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336561679504277458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9FhmY5aRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nkH7OVCXzaY/s1600-h/cheese-fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9FhmY5aRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nkH7OVCXzaY/s400/cheese-fries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336560527000299794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Satan created McDonalds and the $0.99 double cheeseburger. Then Satan said "You want fries with that?" and Man replied, "Yes, and Super Size 'em!" And Satan said, "It is good." And Man and Woman went into cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sighed ......... and created quadruple by-pass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ........... Satan chuckled and created the National Health Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE FINAL WORD ON NUTRITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here's the final word on nutrition and health.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;4.. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;5. Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;6. The French eat foie-gras, full fat cheese and drink red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-1881974162552562982?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1881974162552562982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1881974162552562982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/1881974162552562982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/Sg9AH7A4dZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TkTY0z1_DL8/s72-c/org-salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-7083256277505484367</id><published>2009-05-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:09:46.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What kids say about moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd Graders answers to Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'>Why God made Mom's</title><content type='html'>Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why did God make mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How did God make mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.&lt;br /&gt;3. God made my mom just the same like he made me.  He just used bigger parts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What ingredients are mothers made of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world  and one dab of mean.&lt;br /&gt;2.  They had to get their start from men's bones.  Then they mostly use string, I think.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're related.&lt;br /&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mom like me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What kind of a little girl was your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she used to be nice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. His last name.&lt;br /&gt; 2. She had to know his background.  Like is he a crook?  Does he get drunk on beer?&lt;br /&gt; 3. Does he make at least $800 a year?  Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why did your mom marry your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world.  And my mom eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who's the boss at your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom.  You can tell by room inspection..  She sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the difference between moms and dads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What does your mom do in her spare time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time.&lt;br /&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What would it take to make your mom perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect..  Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean.  I'd get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make my mom smarter.  Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-7083256277505484367?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7083256277505484367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-god-made-moms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7083256277505484367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/7083256277505484367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-god-made-moms.html' title='Why God made Mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-9064185381526096345</id><published>2009-05-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:22:21.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arlington Guards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arlington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARLINGTON CEMETERY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guardposts'/><title type='text'>ARLINGTON CEMETERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgiQhgZ9yiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hqd4RWa-Vcg/s1600-h/ATT000549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgiQhgZ9yiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hqd4RWa-Vcg/s400/ATT000549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334672663929276962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jeopardy the other night, the final question was How many steps does the guard take during his walk across the tomb of the Unknowns ---- All three missed it -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many steps does the guard take during his walk across the tomb of the Unknowns and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;21 steps. It alludes to the twenty-one gun salute, which is the highest honor given any military or foreign dignitary.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long does he hesitate after his about face to begin his return walk and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;21 seconds for the same reason as answer number 1.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why are his gloves wet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;His gloves are moistened to prevent his losing his grip on the rifle.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Does he carry his rifle on the same shoulder all the time and if not, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He carries the rifle on the shoulder away from the tomb. After his march across the path,he executes an about face and moves the rifle to the outside shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 How often are the guards changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Guards are changed every thirty minutes, twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. What are the physical traits of the guard limited to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For a person to apply for guard duty at the tomb, he must be between 5' 10' and 6' 2' tall and his waist size cannot exceed 30.' Other requirements of the Guard: They must commit 2 years of life to guard the tomb, live in a barracks under the tomb, and cannot drink any alcohol on or off duty for the rest of their lives. They cannot swear in public for the rest of their lives and cannot disgrace the uniform {fighting} or the tomb in any way. After two years, the guard is given a wreath pin that is worn ontheir lapel signifying they served as guard of the tomb. There are only 400 presently worn. The guard must obey these rules for the rest of their lives or give up the wreath pin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes are specially made with very thick soles to keep the heat and cold from their feet. There are metal heel plates that extend to the top of the shoe in order to make the loud click as they come to a halt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no wrinkles, folds or lint on the uniform. Guards dress for duty in front of a full-length mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first six months of duty a guard cannot talk to anyone, nor watch TV. All off duty time is spent studying the 175 notable people laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery . A guard must memorize who they are and where they are interred. Among the notables are: President Taft, Joe E. Lewis {the boxer} and Medal of Honor winner Audie Murphy, {the most decorated soldier of WWII} of Hollywood fame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every guard spends five hours a day getting his uniforms ready for guard duty.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgiQhsnWbuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/aCs9T0PZ5BU/s1600-h/ATT000332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgiQhsnWbuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/aCs9T0PZ5BU/s400/ATT000332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334672667206643426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ETERNAL REST GRANT THEM O LORD, AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In 2003 as Hurricane Isabelle was approaching Washington, D.C., our US Senate/House took 2 days off with anticipation of the storm. On the ABC evening news, it was reported that because of the dangers from the hurricane, the military members assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given permission to suspend the assignment. They respectfully declined the offer, 'No way, Sir!' Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm, they said that guarding the Tomb was not just an assignment, it was the highest honor that can be afforded to a service-person. The tomb has been patrolled continuously, 24/7, since 1930.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-9064185381526096345?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/9064185381526096345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/arlington-cemetery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/9064185381526096345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/9064185381526096345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/arlington-cemetery.html' title='ARLINGTON CEMETERY'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgiQhgZ9yiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hqd4RWa-Vcg/s72-c/ATT000549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-3272444419927391766</id><published>2009-05-12T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:16:19.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proof of Citizenship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing Information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idenity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>The Passport Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What follows is an actual(?) letter to the passport office."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this. How is it that Radio Shack has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a t.v. cable from them back in 1997, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud,  do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have on my social security card, and it is on all the income tax forms I have filed for the past 30 years. It is on my health insurance card, my driver's license, on the last eight passports I have had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I have had to fill out before getting off or on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Maryanne, my father's name is Robert and I would be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize, I am really pissed off this morning. Between you and me, I've had enough of this crap! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my friggin' address! What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a gang of Neanderthal a@@holes working there!? Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, I just want to go and park my butt on a sandy beach. And would someone please tell me, why would you give a damn whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days? If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a chicken or a goat, believe you me, I would sure as hell not want to tell anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go now, because I have to go to the other end of the city and get another "CERTIFIED" friggin copy of my birth certificate, to the tune of $60. Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day? No . . . no . . . no, that would be too damn easy and maybe makes sense. You would rather have us running all over the place like chickens with our heads cut off, then find some dumb a** to confirm that it's really me on the picture - you know, the one where we are not allowed to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(morons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know why we can't smile? We are totally pissed off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed - An Irate "totally smarter than most of the government" Citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since 1776. I have served in the military for something over 30 years and have had security clearances up the ying yang. However, I have to get someone important to verify who I am - you know, someone like my doctor WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN SOME FOREIGN COUNTRY,  CAN BARELY SPEAK ENGLISH AND HAS NEVER EVEN MET MY MOTHER OR DAD...YEAH, HE CAN VERIFY WHO I AM . . .?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-3272444419927391766?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3272444419927391766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/passport-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3272444419927391766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/3272444419927391766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/passport-office.html' title='The Passport Office'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306156329825514396.post-4992982092429921923</id><published>2009-05-11T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:54:50.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Nymphomaniacs Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgnFTmXJDXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MNjJflbOpBs/s1600-h/Model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgnFTmXJDXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MNjJflbOpBs/s400/Model.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012174102859122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurted out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Business trip or pleasure?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She turned, smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Business. I'm going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What's your business role at this convention?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Lecturer,"&lt;/span&gt; she responded. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I use information that I have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Really?"&lt;/span&gt; he said. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And what kind of myths are there?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Well,"&lt;/span&gt; she explained, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"One popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry,"&lt;/span&gt; she said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I shouldn't really be discussing all of this with you. I don't even know your name."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Tonto,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the man said, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me Bubba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/306156329825514396-4992982092429921923?l=wastebasketfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4992982092429921923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/annual-nymphomaniacs-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4992982092429921923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/306156329825514396/posts/default/4992982092429921923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastebasketfun.blogspot.com/2009/05/annual-nymphomaniacs-conference.html' title='Annual Nymphomaniacs Conference'/><author><name>Onetiredpup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/THF5CYwzcNI/AAAAAAAABHg/OwJKKgn3Rh8/S220/Photo0814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1cVXCuxySM/SgnFTmXJDXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MNjJflbOpBs/s72-c/Model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
