God Save the King, Hats off to Harry

Tonight I was torn between the two subjects, the latter of which I can address at another time.

Today we learned that Prince Harry has been serving the British Empire in Afghanistan. He has been doing so with out pomp or circumstance.

I am more then certain he did so voluntarily, after all he is third in line to don the crown of the British Empire (which for now includes Canada) He could have served his time “flying a desk” instead he was determined to serve on the front lines of this terrible war.

It was feared that his life and fellow troop members would be in special danger, he along with they decided against that problem.

Prince Harry is the closest we will ever see put action ahead of mouth. His brother William was in the same unit, did he go not that I know of. His dad could have arranged for special protection, did he? Perhaps

The fact of his involvement was not to be revealed till his return, that didn’t happen either. Perhaps now he will with this announcement be moved to a safer place. Props to you Harry.

I know that he may never see this blog, but given the laws of the six degrees of separation who knows after all his grandmas pic is on my quarters.

God bless you Harry.

Thought for February

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 glasses of wine...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two glasses of wine from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things; your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions; things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full."

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else; the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is
no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you."

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. Do one more run down the ski slope. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first; the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the wine represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of glasses of wine, or just some time, with a friend.

One of my favs

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shockingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.

"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."

Mr. Accident Here

Ok here we go.

On Saturday night around eleven at night, because the pathway from the sidewalk to the door of the building had not been plowed I walked through the parking lot and found the only piece of ice on the ground.

I fell forward and landed directly on my right side rib cage. After several attempts to right myself I was able to make it to the front door.

It didn’t hurt too much that night and most of Sunday I was fine. At about ten I went to bed. Around eleven the pain was terrible. I couldn’t lie down nor could I sit properly the only relief I could find was to stand. Around two AM when I couldn’t handle the pain any longer I called 911. I explained my situation along with the fact I couldn’t not breathe properly. Within ten minutes an ambulance arrived (with sirens & lights) and I was whisked off to Queen Mary’s Hospital.
After an examination and a series of x-rays it was determined that I would need a liver ultrasound.
The radiation department isn’t open at that hour so I was put on a stretcher and placed in the ER facilities.
Just before ten I was scanned.
When I got dressed I was assured that nothing was broken or fractured, and all I needed was to let time heal, along with dilaudid and APO Naproxen.

Now we are on Wednesday evening and although at the present moment there is little pain but I am certain to take a painkiller or two before I retire.

The above mentioned pathway has yet to be plowed and I was informed that it probably won’t be.

Do Not Pass Go

Parker Brothers manufacturers of the very popular board game Monopoly are in the R & D process of putting together an International edition of their product.

As a part of their research they are allowing the world to vote on the city of their choice to become a square.(via the internet)

Let’s get Montreal on the board.

Vote now & vote often.

http://www.hasbro.com/games/kid-games/monopoly/

Pull My Finger

First-year students at Texas A&M's Vet school were receiving their first anatomy class, with a real dead cow. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.

The Professor started the class by telling them, "In Vet Medicine it is necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor: The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the animal body."

For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the dead cow, withdrew it and stuck it in his mouth. "Go ahead and do the same thing," he told his students.

The students freaked out and hesitated for several minutes. But eventually they took turns sticking a finger in the anal opening of the dead cow and sucking on it.

When everyone finished, the Professor looked at them and said, "The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention. Life's tough, it's even tougher if you're stupid."

1963

Short & sweet
The Kennedys' have backed him.
The next president of the USA will be Barak Obama, how ever he will not live to complete his first term

Pick of the Month

As planned the sixth of the month brings my film pick of the month.
This month I have chosen Midnight Express, This a riveting true story of William Hayes, found attempting to smuggle drugs out of Turkey to sell and help pay with school expensive.
It will grab you and not let go till it wants to.
Do not rent/buy this movie if you are feeling at all down or depressed
Does it have a happy ending???


Billy Hayes is caught attempting to smuggle drugs out of Turkey. The Turkish courts decide to make an example of him, sentencing him to more than 30 years in prison. Hayes has two opportunities for release: the appeals made by his lawyer, his family, and the American government, or the "Midnight Express".

Please !! open The Dairy Queen

Ya remember June, July, some of August? the temp around 20-30 degrees? The black flies, over heated cars, fat ladies in short shorts? Well you get my drift.

We are only in the beginning of February and already Montreal has had three maybe four major snowstorms (with ice and freezing rain) The city hasn’t figured out clearing yet, and I am getting more weather warnings then bugs on a bumper (no…..its too cold to get bugs on a bumper)

I said it back then (summer) that I will never complain about the heat, and I vow that I won’t complain next summer.

Like skiing?......................….. Well good for you
Like snowshoeing?.....................Tada on your side
Out door skating?.....................Lace em up

I want summer back I have a flyswatter and I can open a window.
I wanna get on the bike path and jog heheheheheh


FYI the device in the pic is called a wovel