Thank's for Sharing.........Betty

Tonight I watched with interest/sorrow the funeral of President Ford. It never ceases to amaze me, that when “someone famous” passes the first obligation to the public is emitted is by those closest to the deceased.

Tonight Betty Ford was camera forth and foremost for the public..
I am certain that when one close to me went to heaven my last consideration was to anyone but family and close friends

Perhaps part of the public life is to put up with the openness of the event of death, I am grateful that this will never be an issue for me.

I will (in many years hence,I trust) pass away with out much notice. My death being only mourned my some loved ones and a moment of silence observed at my Masonic Lodge.

How sad that the death of Saddam Hussein resulted in dancing in the streets in some nations. I am not saying he wasn’t a bad person.

What a sad last entry to my blog of ‘06

A Yolk for You

A reporter hears about an old Indian chief with a phenomenal memory. He decides to interview the chief so he tracks him down and knocks on the chief's door.


The chief opens the door and the reporter says, "How."

The chief replies, "How."

The reporter says, "I hear that you have a prodigious memory."

"This is true," says the chief.

"Well, what did you have for breakfast 25 years ago today?" the reporter asked, testing the chief.

Without hesitation, the chief replied, "Eggs."

The reporter was polite but didn't think there was much of a story here. And so he went on his way.

25 years later, the reporter was retired and traveling the country and happened to be in the chief's neck of the woods. He says to himself, "I think I'll see if that old Indian chief is still around."

He finds the chief's house and knocks on the door and sure enough the old chief answers the door.

The reporter said, "How."

The chief replied, "Scrambled."

Im Dreamin ....

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The Answers (From Sunday Dec.17th)

1. Bleached Yule

White Christmas

2. Castaneous-colored seed vesicated in a conflagration

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire

3. Singular yearning for the twin anterior incisors

All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth

4. Righteous darkness... or ... O member of the round table with missing areas

O Holy Night

5. Arrival time: 2400 hours. Weather: cloudless

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

6. Loyal followers advance

Oh Come All Ye Faithful

7. Far off in a feeder... or...far off in a hay bin

Away in a Manager

8. Array the corridor...or...decorate the vestibules

Deck the Halls

9. Bantam male percussionist...or...the lad is a minuscule percussionist

The Little Drummer Boy

10. Monarchical Asian triad...or we are Kong, Lear, and Nat Cole

We Three Kings

11. Nocturnal noiselessness...or...Sir Lancelot with laryngitis

Silent Night

12. Jehovah deactivate blithe chevaliers...or...may the Deity bestow an absence of fatigue to happy male humans

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

13. Red man en route to borough

Here Comes Santa Clause

14. Solid precipitation commence

Let It Snow

15. Proceed and enlighten on the pinnacle...or...leave and broadcast on the prominence

Go Tell It on the Mountain

16. The quadruped ruminant with the vermilion proboscis

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

17. Query regarding identity of descendant

What child is this?

18. Delights for this planet...or...jubilation to the entire terrestrial globe

Joy to the World

19. Give attention to the melodious celestial beings...or...listen, the winged heavenly messengers are proclaiming tunefully

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

20. The dozen festive 24 - hour intervals

The Twelve Days of Christmas

21. L, M, N,___small Israeli urban centre

O Little Town of Bethlehem

22. Cup-shaped hollow vessels that tintinnabulate when struck, fashioned from a whitish metallic element

Silver Bells

23. I beheld a trio of nautical vessels moving in this direction

I Saw 3 Ships on Christmas Day

24. Do you perceive the same vibrations that stimulate my auditory sense organ?

Do You Hear What I Hear?

25. Primary Yuletide

The First Noel

26. Our fervent hope is that you thoroughly enjoy your happy worldwide holiday commemoration of the virgin birth event long ago in a small urban centre of Israel.

We Wish You a Merry Christmas

Gathers No Moss

Some days are good, some bad. Some days your on top of the world some you feel like a urinal cake at Oktoberfest.
However I already feel younger today having found this picture of Mic Jagger.

Hey Hey ....Watch Where you're putting that Wand

Flying soon ???
check it out before you head for the Airport
http://www.catsa.ca/english/travel_voyage/list.shtml

A December Conundrum

The dictionary defines scruples as: An uneasy feeling arising from conscience or principle that tends to hinder

Here is my scruple question for you.

You mail Uncle Zonk (name changed to protect the innocent) his birthday card which you dutifully send every year. In the card you insert a Loto ticket, (even Uncle Zonk is worth five dollars.)

Uncle Zonk moved and didn’t let you know so of course your wishes for a Happy B Day were returned to you.

So you open the card to re address an envelope BUT discover that the ticket you sent him was a winner and worth 10,000$

NOW do you readdress the card (with the ticket) and send it off to your Uncle or ………????

Pop Quiz #2

Name these Christmas Favorites (Songs)

Answers to follow in a few days...

1. Bleached Yule
2. Castaneous-colored seed vesicated in a conflagration
3. Singular yearning for the twin anterior incisors
4. Righteous darkness... or ... O member of the round table with missing areas
5. Arrival time: 2400 hours. Weather: cloudless
6. Loyal followers advance
7. Far off in a feeder... or...far off in a hay bin
8. Array the corridor...or...decorate the vestibules
9. Bantam male percussionist...or...the lad is a minuscule percussionist
10. Monarchical Asian triad...or we are Kong, Lear, and Nat Cole
11. Nocturnal noiselessness...or...Sir Lancelot with laryngitis1
2. Jehovah deactivate blithe chevaliers...or...may the Deity bestow an absence of fatigue to happy male humans
13. Red man en route to borough
14. Solid precipitation commence
15. Proceed and enlighten on the pinnacle...or...leave and broadcast on the prominence
16. The quadruped ruminant with the vermilion proboscis
17. Query regarding identity of descendant
18. Delights for this planet...or...jubilation to the entire terrestrial globe
19. Give attention to the melodious celestial beings...or...listen, the winged heavenly messengers are proclaiming tunefully
20. The dozen festive 24 - hour intervals
21. L, M, N,___small Israeli urban centre
22. Cup-shaped hollow vessels that tintinnabulate when struck, fashioned from a whitish metallic element
23. I beheld a trio of nautical vessels moving in this direction24. Do you perceive the same vibrations that stimulate my auditory sense organ?
25. Primary Yuletide
26. Our fervent hope is that you thoroughly enjoy your happy worldwide holiday commemoration of the virgin birth event long ago in a small urban centre of Israel.

Let Us Pray

The CEO of Kentucky Fried Chicken manages to arrange a meeting with the Pope at the Vatican. After receiving the papal blessing, he whispers, "Your eminence, we have an offer for you. KFC is prepared to donate $100 million dollars to the church if you change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily chicken.'
The Pope responds, "That is impossible. The Prayer is the word of the Lord - it must not be changed."
"Well," says the KFC guy, "we anticipated your reluctance. For this reason, we will increase our offer to $300 million dollars. All we require is that you change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily chicken.' Again, the Pope replies, "That, my son, is impossible. For the prayer is the word of the Lord and it must not be changed."
Finally, the KFC guy says, "Your Holiness, we at Kentucky Fried Chicken respect your adherence to your faith, but we do have one final offer. We will donate $500 million dollars - that's half a billion dollars - to the great Catholic Church if you would only change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily chicken.' Please consider it." And he leaves.
The next day the Pope convenes the College of Cardinals. "There is some good news," he announces, "and some bad news."
"The good news is that the Church has come into $500 million dollars."
"And the bad news, your eminence?" asks a Cardinal.
"We're losing the Wonder Bread account."

December Golf

As a young man, Norton was an exceptional golfer. At the age of 26, however, he decided to become a priest, and joined a rather peculiar order. He took the usual vows of poverty, chastity, but his order also required that he quit golf and never play again. This was particularly difficult for Norton, but he agreed and was finally ordained a priest.
One Sunday morning, the Reverend Father Norton woke up and realizing it was an exceptionally beautiful and sunny early spring day, decided he just had to play golf.
So... he told the Associate Pastor that he was feeling sick and convinced him to say Mass for him that day. As soon as the Associate Pastor left the room, Father Norton headed out of town to a golf course about forty miles away. This way he knew he wouldn't accidentally meet anyone he knew from his parish.
Setting up on the first tee, he was alone. After all, it was Sunday morning and everyone else was in church! At about this time, Saint Peter leaned over to the Lord while looking down from the heavens and exclaimed, "You're not going to let him get away with this, are you?"
The Lord sighed, and said, "No, I guess not."
Just then Father Norton hit the ball and it shot straight towards the pin, dropping just short of it, rolled up and fell into the hole. It WAS A 420-YARD HOLE IN ONE!
St. Peter was astonished. He looked at the Lord and asked, "Why did you let him do that?"
The Lord smiled and replied, "Who is he going to tell?"

Aloha

It’s mid December here in LaSalle and as I gaze out of my high rise dwelling on the first floor of my building, I see decorations of the neighbors and decorations that the city has put up along the bike path adjacent to the Mighty St, Lawrence River. There is however something missing, there is not one trace of snow or brown slush. The windows of the apartment are open to combat the uncontrollable heat of where I live. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the break but it’s only days away from Christmas. But there is hope a year ago this coming Saturday Montreal received forty three centimeters of snow, snarling the city to just about a standstill, so there is hope.

P. S. We Didn't call out the army (Sorry Mel)

Don't Ask

In a busy Parisian cafe, a tourist is sitting alone, enjoying a crème caramel. Another tourist approaches: Me sit here?No problem...Thank you, very nice...Are you on vacation?Me, I arrive yesterday...What country are you from?Norway. You?From Québec .Quebec? Me not know Québec ...Québec... near the Atlantic, next to Ontario , the Great Lakes ..No, me not know these places.Never mind then, I'm from Canada ...Ah! Canada ! Canada I know! So why you tell me you come from Québec ?Because, my first country is Québec ! Oh, you were born in Québec and immigrated to Canada ...No, no, I was born in Québec and I stay in Québec ..Oh, then your father is from Canada ?No, no, my father, my mother, my wife, my dog, everybody, they come from Quebec So why you say Canada ?For Christ sake, because you say you don't know where is Québec !OK, but if you say you not know Norway, me I not say that my country is Japan...Shit! Canada isn't Japan . Canada , it's my country. Oh, your country not Québec anymore?...My country is Québec . But my country, it can be Canada too, if the person I speak to not know where is Québec , Tabarnak!Me not understand... Look, it's simple: I come from the Province of Québec , in the country of Canada .Ok! But me not ask you what province you're from, I ask you what country. Me, I come from Lofoten region in Norway , but I answer you Norway when you ask me what country I come from... I know, I'm not stupid, Calisse! But me, when they ask me what country I come from, I answer Québec . Even if it's the name of my province. For me, it's my country. Oh, now I understand. You are a separatist, you want your Québec province to be your country...Are you crazy, Hostie? I don't want to know nothing from that shit!Me, I not understand anything anymore. I tell you before, it's simple! You ask me what country I come from, I answer Québec because Québec is my country, but I don't really want it to be my country, it would be too much trouble. I just want to say it. So, why don't you just let me say it? Me all mix up. You have passport from what country: Québec or Canada ?CANADA, Stie!So why you not tell me Canada right away?Because it don't feel right. For me, Canada is Anne Murray, the Calgary Stampede, the Mounted Police, SARS, it's not my home all that. Home, it's La Famille Plouffe, Séraphin Poudrier, La P'tite Vie, Félix Leclerc, La Poune, Les Canadiens de Montréal, Les Bougons... Do you understand???
Less and less... Listen, forget all that shit. Ask me another question.Ok, what town you come from?Mmm..., I don't know anymore...You not know what town you come from?Yes, yes, I know what town I come from, but my town it merge with another town, but soon it is going to demerge from the town that was supposed to be my town... Oh, that very complicated! When you write your address, what do you write?I don't know anymore. Before, I used to write Hull , but Hull changed to Gatineau , but they tell us to wait 3 years before stopping to write Hull to not mix up the mailman. But now, the Liberals they pass a law that make it ok for Gatineau to be Hull again, but I don't know if we have to wait 3 years to be able to write Hull, or when the 3 years are passed, if we have to write Gatineau for 3 years, and after we write Hull. Unless, of course, the PQ come back in power and we remerge with Gatineau , then we'll have to write Gatineau for 3 years.
I leave now; I have hurt in my head...It's so simple Tabarnak: My town is Hull , my country is Quebec . But if you prefer, my town is Gatineau and my country is Canada .
OK, I think I understand!It's about time. Anyway, it was fun talking to you, if you come around where I live; maybe you come and see me... OK, but where? Hull in Quebec or Gatineau in Canada ?You're a pain in the ass. Forget the whole thing!.. It is confusing even for us Quebecers and Canadians!

Canada's Red Room

Today the Prime Minister of this country in an effort to score some brownie points with the Canadian public suggested that this nation would be better served with an elected senate.

I am certain that this will never ever pass. The prime reason being, is that Gilles is on the verge of toppling the current minority government.

Ok….. but let’s pretend, elect or appoint ? elect or appoint ? Here’s a thought ILLIMINATE !

R.I.P.

R.I.P. Laura

Bark Bark

A man went to a pub with his Great Dane and when he arrived, he tied the dog up outside and went in to have a beer.
A few minutes later, another fellow walked in and said, "Is that your dog outside?"
"Yes. What of it?" said the first man.
"I'm sorry, but I think my dog may have killed him."
"What kind of dog you got that can kill a Great Dane?" said the first man stunned.
"Well, he's a Chihuahua."
"Ha! How can a Chihuahua kill a Great Dane?"
"I think he may have gotten stuck in his throat." said the second man.

Ho Ho Ho

Three guys had been at a Christmas party and were in a car wreck on the way home. All three were tragically killed instantly.
At the Pearly Gates, St. Peter was in a festive mood. He said to the men, "Instead of the usual questions to get admitted to heaven, all you have to do is show me something that has to do with Christmas and you will be admitted."
The first man dug in his jacket pockets and produced a sprig of mistletoe. St. Peter said that was good enough and admitted him through the gates.
The second man dug through all his pockets and came up with a candy cane, which gained him admittance.
The third man dug and dug and thought and thought and finally pulled out a pair of women's panties. St. Peter said, "I am sorry, but what do these have to do with Christmas?"
"Well", said the third man, "They're Carol's!"

The Sixth

Hello .........
It's the 6th and, as promised here is my site of the month
http://www.saaq.gouv.qc.ca/en/index.php

And Now You Know

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