<?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-30537721</id><updated>2012-01-23T05:33:13.724-08:00</updated><category term='grandparenting'/><category term='education'/><category term='animals'/><category term='lawyers'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='quotations'/><category term='death'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='art'/><category term='military'/><category term='hell'/><category term='Chargers'/><category term='aerospace'/><category term='medical'/><category term='sex'/><category term='world affairs'/><category term='Games'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Padres'/><category term='Clintons'/><category term='1950s'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='Lucas and Logan'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='video'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='cars'/><category term='blondes'/><category term='science'/><category term='humor'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Darwin'/><category term='women'/><category term='TV'/><category term='children'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='golf'/><category term='disasters'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='Audrey'/><category term='engineers'/><category term='music'/><category term='Irish'/><category term='Lauren'/><category term='drunks'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='computers'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><category term='newspapers'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='Health Care'/><category term='economics'/><category term='energy'/><category term='Seniors'/><category term='San diego'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='church'/><category term='words'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='history'/><category term='religion'/><category term='house'/><category term='Trivia'/><category term='mathematics'/><category term='geography'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='men'/><category term='Riddles'/><category term='puns'/><category term='questions'/><category term='journalism'/><category term='24'/><category term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Randy's Busy Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a personal life blog - I will make comments on current events and San Diego sports.  I will also post "good" jokes and trivia quizzes occasionally.  Go Chargers!  Go Padres!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>911</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3014332305143503402</id><published>2012-01-10T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:04:17.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My favorite animal</title><content type='html'>From my email ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our teacher  asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I  wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else  laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My  parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite  animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I  told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.   He said they love animals very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, too.  Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's  office. &lt;br /&gt;I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not  to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day in class my teacher asked me what my  favorite live animal was.&amp;nbsp; I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I  told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent  me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher  doesn't like it when I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what  famous person we admire most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I told her, "Colonel  Sanders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Guess where I am  now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3014332305143503402?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3014332305143503402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3014332305143503402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3014332305143503402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3014332305143503402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-favorite-animal.html' title='My favorite animal'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1148548830530185164</id><published>2012-01-01T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:47:08.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cboxOverlay" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="colorbox" style="display: none; padding-bottom: 36px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div id="cboxWrapper"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxTopLeft" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxTopCenter" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxTopRight" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left;"&gt;&lt;div id="cboxMiddleLeft" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxContent" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;div id="cboxLoadedContent" style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxLoadingOverlay"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxLoadingGraphic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxTitle"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxCurrent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxNext"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxPrevious"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxSlideshow"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxClose"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxMiddleRight" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left;"&gt;&lt;div id="cboxBottomLeft" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxBottomCenter" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cboxBottomRight" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: none; position: absolute; visibility: hidden; width: 9999px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On New Year’s Eve, Richard went out partying.  Richard was in no  shape to drive home so he sensibly left his van in the bar’s parking lot and  walked home.  As he was wobbling along, he was stopped by a  policeman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“What are you doing out here at four o’clock  in the morning?”  asked the police officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“I’m on my way to a lecture,” answered Richard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And who on Earth, in their right mind, is going to give a lecture at this  time on New Year’s Day?” enquired the constable sarcastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My wife,” slurred Richard grimly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1148548830530185164?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1148548830530185164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1148548830530185164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1148548830530185164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1148548830530185164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7763608101295817759</id><published>2011-12-10T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:00:26.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Why is Golf Better Than Sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From my email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A top ten list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10… A below par performance is considered damn good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9…. You can stop in the middle and have a cheeseburger and a couple of beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8…. It’s much easier to find the sweet spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7…. Foursomes are encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6…. You can still make money doing it as a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5…. Three times a day is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4…. Your partner doesn’t hire a lawyer if you play with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3…. If you live in Florida , you can do it almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2…. You don’t have to cuddle with your partner when you’re finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the NUMBER ONE reason why golf is better than sex…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1…. When your equipment gets old you can replace it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7763608101295817759?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7763608101295817759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7763608101295817759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7763608101295817759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7763608101295817759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-is-gold-better-than-sex.html' title='Why is Golf Better Than Sex?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1319006683336370773</id><published>2011-12-08T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:36:00.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;This  two-letter word in English has more meanings than any other two-letter  word, and that word is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;‘&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;‘&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;It is listed in the dictionary as an [adv], [prep], [adj], [n] or [v].  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;It’s  easy to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;,  meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in  the morning, why do we wake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;At  a meeting, why does a topic come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;?   Why do we speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;,  and why are the officers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;for  election and why is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;to  the secretary to write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;a report?  We call  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;our  friends, brighten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;a  room, polish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;the  silver, warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;the  leftovers and clean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;the  kitchen.  We lock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;the  house and fix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;the  old car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;At  other times, this little word has real special meaning.  People stir  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;trouble,  line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;for  tickets, work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;an  appetite, and think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;excuses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;To  be dressed is one thing but to be dressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;is special. If you argue,  you can kiss and make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;And this &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is confusing:  A drain must be opened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;because  it is blocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;We  open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;a  store in the morning but we close it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;at  night.  We seem to be pretty mixed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;To  be knowledgeable about the proper uses of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;,  look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;the  word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;in  the dictionary..  In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;almost  1/4 of the page and can add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;to  about thirty definitions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;If  you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;to  it, you might try building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;a  list of the many ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;is  used.  It will take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;a lot of your time, but if  you don’t give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;,  you may wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;with  a hundred or more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;When  it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;.   When the sun comes out, we say it is clearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;.  When it rains, it soaks  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;the  earth.  When it does not rain for awhile, things dry  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;One could go on and on, but I’ll wrap it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;,  for now . . . my time is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Oh  . . . one more thing:  What is the first thing you do in the morning  and the last thing you do at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;U  &lt;br /&gt;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1319006683336370773?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1319006683336370773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1319006683336370773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1319006683336370773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1319006683336370773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6997826061358385682</id><published>2011-12-02T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:26:41.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>More English words that don't exist... but should!</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;AQUADEXTROUS&lt;/strong&gt; (ak wa deks’trus) adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub tap on and off with your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;CARPERPETUATION&lt;/strong&gt; (kar’pur pet u a shun) n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;DISCONFECT&lt;/strong&gt; (dis kon fekt’) v. To sterilize the piece of confection (lolly) you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, assuming this will somehow ‘remove’ all the germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;ELBONICS&lt;/strong&gt; (el bon’iks) n. The actions of two people maneuvering for one armrest in a movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;FRUST&lt;/strong&gt; (frust) n. The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keeps backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;LACTOMANGULATION&lt;/strong&gt; (lak’ to man gyu lay’ shun) n. Manhandling the “open here” spout on a milk container so badly that one has to resort to the ‘illegal’ side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;PEPPIER&lt;/strong&gt; (peph ee ay’) n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want fresh ground pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;PHONESIA&lt;/strong&gt; (fo nee’ zhuh) n. The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;PUPKUS&lt;/strong&gt; (pup’kus) n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;TELECRASTINATION&lt;/strong&gt; (tel e kras tin ay’ shun) n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you’re only six inches away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6997826061358385682?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6997826061358385682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6997826061358385682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6997826061358385682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6997826061358385682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-english-words-that-dont-exist-but.html' title='More English words that don&apos;t exist... but should!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2493972403169360965</id><published>2011-11-24T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:30:26.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>The Crabby Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Grass Valley CA. It was believed that he had nothing left of any value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the &lt;em&gt;News Magazine &lt;/em&gt;of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Crabby Old Man... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What do you see nurses? . . ... . . What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking . . . . . When you're looking at me?&lt;br /&gt;A crabby old man . .. . . . Not very wise,&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain of habit .... . . . . With faraway eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dribbles his food . . . .. . And makes no reply.&lt;br /&gt;When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'&lt;br /&gt;Who seems not to notice .. .. . .... . The things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, resisting or not . . . . . Lets you do as you will,&lt;br /&gt;With bathing and feeding . .. . .. . The long day to fill?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you're thinking? . .... . . . Is that what you see?&lt;br /&gt;Then open your eyes, nurse . . . .. . You're not looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you who I am. . . . .... . As I sit here so still,&lt;br /&gt;As I do at your bidding, . . . .. . As I eat at your will.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a small child of Ten . .. . . .. With a father and mother,&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters . . .. ... .. Who love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. With wings on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that soon now . . . . ... A lover he'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;A groom soon at Twenty . . . . .. My heart gives a leap.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering, the vows . . . . . That I promised to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Twenty-Five, now . . . .... . I have young of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.&lt;br /&gt;A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,&lt;br /&gt;Bound to each other .. . . . . With ties that should last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Forty, my young sons . . ... . . Have grown and are gone,&lt;br /&gt;But my woman's beside me . . . . . To see I don't mourn.&lt;br /&gt;At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,&lt;br /&gt;Again, we know children .. . . . My loved one and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark days are upon me . . . . . My wife is now dead.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the future . . . . . Shudder with dread.&lt;br /&gt;For my young are all rearing . .... . . . Young of their own.&lt;br /&gt;And I think of the years .. . . .. . And the love that I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now an old man . . . . ..... And nature is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Tis jest to make old age . . . . . Look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;The body, it crumbles . . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.&lt;br /&gt;There is now a stone . . . . Where I once had a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young guy still dwells,&lt;br /&gt;And now and again . . . . . My battered heart swells.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving and living . . . ... . Life over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the years, all too few . . . . ... Gone too fast.&lt;br /&gt;And accept the stark fact . .. . . That nothing can last.&lt;br /&gt;So open your eyes, people . . . ... . Open and see.&lt;br /&gt;Not a crabby old man . ... . . Look closer . .. . See ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2493972403169360965?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2493972403169360965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2493972403169360965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2493972403169360965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2493972403169360965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/crabby-old-man.html' title='The Crabby Old Man'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4807564423132258050</id><published>2011-11-01T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:11:00.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The World's Shortest Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 14pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; In my many years I have come to a  conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm and three or more  is a congress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- John Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; If you don't read the newspaper  you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are  misinformed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Suppose you were an idiot. And  suppose you were a member of Congress. But then I repeat  myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I contend that for a nation to  try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying  to lift himself up by the handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; A government which robs Peter to  pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; A liberal is someone who feels a  great debt to his fellow man, which debt he proposes to pay off with your  money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- G. Gordon Liddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Democracy must be something more  than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- James Bovard, Civil Libertarian  (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Foreign aid might be defined as a  transfer of money from poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor  countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Douglas Casey, Classmate of Bill  Clinton at Georgetown University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Giving money and power to  government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- P.J. O'Rourke, Civil  Libertarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Government is the great fiction,  through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody  else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Frederic Bastiat, French economist  (1801-1850)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Government's view of the economy  could be summed up in a few short phrases: If it moves, tax it. If it keeps  moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Ronald Reagan (1986)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; I don't make jokes. I just watch  the government and report the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Will Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; If you think health care is  expensive now, wait until you see what it costs when it's free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- P.J. O'Rourke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; In general, the art of  government consists of taking as much money as possible from one party of the  citizens to give to the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Voltaire (1764)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; Just because you do not take an  interest in politics doesn't mean politics won't take an interest in  you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Pericles (430 B.C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; No man's life, liberty, or  property is safe while the legislature is in session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Mark Twain (1866)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; Talk is cheap...except when  Congress does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; The government is like a baby's  alimentary canal, with a happy appetite at one end and no responsibility at the  other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Ronald Reagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; The inherent vice of capitalism  is the unequal sharing of the blessings. The inherent blessing of socialism is  the equal sharing of misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; The only difference between a  tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the  skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;21.&amp;nbsp; The ultimate result of shielding  men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher  (1820-1903)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;22.&amp;nbsp; There is no distinctly Native  American criminal class...save Congress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;23.&amp;nbsp; What this country needs are more  unemployed politicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Edward Langley, Artist  (1928-1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;24.&amp;nbsp; A government big enough to give  you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you  have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;25.&amp;nbsp; We hang the petty thieves and  appoint the great ones to public office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-- Aesop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;FIVE BEST  SENTENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; You cannot legislate the poor  into prosperity, by legislating the wealth out of prosperity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; What one person receives without  working for...another person must work for without receiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; The government cannot give to  anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody  else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; You cannot multiply wealth by  dividing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; When half of the people get the  idea that they do not have to work,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;because the  other half is going to take care of them,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;and when the  other half gets the idea that it does no good to work,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;because  somebody else is going to get what they work for,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;that is the  beginning of the end of any nation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv994134563MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3192649601211187715?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3192649601211187715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3192649601211187715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3192649601211187715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3192649601211187715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-great-truths.html' title='Some Great Truths'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2239678050128452217</id><published>2011-09-23T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:55:02.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Older women are great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;After                      being married for 40 years, I took a careful look at my wife                      one day and said ....... "Forty years ago we had a cheap                      house, a junk car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10-inch                      black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a                      hot 23-year-old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now ... I have a $500,000                      home, a $35,000 car, a nice big bed and a large screen                      TV, but I'm sleeping with a 65-year-old woman. It seems to                      me that you're not holding up your side of                      things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told                      me to go out and find a hot 23-year-old girl and she would                      make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap                      house, driving a junk car, sleeping on a sofa bed and                      watching a 10-inch black and white TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't older                      women great? They really know how to solve an old guy's                      problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/30537721-2239678050128452217?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2239678050128452217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2239678050128452217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2239678050128452217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2239678050128452217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/older-women-are-great.html' title='Older women are great!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1474490679330700032</id><published>2011-08-31T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:23:00.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparenting'/><title type='text'>Grandparent's Answering Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;from my email, thanks, Ruth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Good morning. . . . At present we are not at home but, please Leave your message after you hear the beep.. beeeeeppp ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you are one of our children, dial 1 and then select the &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;option from 1 to 7 in &lt;/span&gt;order of "arrival" so we know who it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you need us to stay with the children, press 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you want to borrow the car, press 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you want us to wash your clothes and ironing, press 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you want the grandchildren to sleep here&amp;nbsp; tonight, press 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you&amp;nbsp; want us to pick up the kids at school, press 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you want us to prepare a meal for Sunday or to have it delivered to your home, press 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you want to come to eat here, press 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you need money, dial 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you are going to invite us to dinner, or, taking us to the theatre start talking we are listening !!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/30537721-1474490679330700032?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1474490679330700032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1474490679330700032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1474490679330700032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1474490679330700032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/grandparents-answering-machine.html' title='Grandparent&apos;s Answering Machine'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3136485877673267886</id><published>2011-08-29T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:19:00.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>An Easy-peasy Quiz</title><content type='html'>From my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. Johnny’s mother had three children. The first  child was named April. The second child was named May. What was the third  child’s name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2. There is a clerk at the butcher shop, he is five feet ten inches tall and  he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the  world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4. How much dirt is there in a hole that measures two feet by three feet by  four feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5. What word in the English Language is always spelled incorrectly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6. Billy was born on December 28th, yet his birthday is always in the summer.  How is this possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7. In California, you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why  not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8. What was the President’s Name in 1975?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;9. If you were running a race, and you passed the person in second place,  what place would you be in now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;10. Which is correct to say, “The yolk of the egg are white” or “The yolk of  the egg is white”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;11. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other  field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another  field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down --- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny’s mother had three children. The first child was named April. The  second child was named May. What was the third child’s name?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Johnny of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is a clerk at the butcher shop, he is five feet ten inches tall, and  he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the  world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Mt. Everest; it just wasn’t discovered yet. [You're not very good at  this are you?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How much dirt is there in a hole that measures two feet by three feet by  four feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: There is no dirt in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What word in the English Language is always spelled incorrectly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Incorrectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Billy was born on December 28th, yet her birthday is always in the summer.  How is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Billy lives in the Southern Hemisphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In California, you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why  not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: You can’t take pictures with a wooden leg. You need a camera (or a  cell phone) to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the President’s Name in 1975?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Same as is it now – Barack Obama [Oh, come on ....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you were running a race, and you passed the person in second place,  what place would you be in now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: You would be in second.. Well, you passed the person in second place,  not first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which is correct to say, “The yolk of the egg are white” or “The yolk of  the egg is white”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Neither, the yolk of the egg is yellow [Duh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other  field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another  field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: One. If he combines all of his haystacks, they all become one big  stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many did you get right before you saw the answers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3136485877673267886?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3136485877673267886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3136485877673267886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3136485877673267886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3136485877673267886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/easy-peasy-quiz.html' title='An Easy-peasy Quiz'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-878253907701557265</id><published>2011-08-25T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:37:19.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>It Could Happen to any of us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;From my email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;$5.37! That's what the kid  behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out  some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having  already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to  grab some change when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing anyone  has ever said to me. He said, "It's OK. I'll just give you the senior citizen  discount."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I turned to see who he was  talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of  me. "Only $4.68" he said cheerfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt; I stood there stupefied. I am 56, not  even 60 yet? A mere child! Senior citizen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I took my burrito and walked out  to the truck wondering what was wrong with Elmo. Was he blind? As I sat in the  truck, my blood began to boil. Old? Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I'll show him, I thought. I opened  the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was  waiting with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Before I could say a word, he held up something and  jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I  now? A toddler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt; "Dude! Can't get too far without your  car keys, eh?" I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize  in my mind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;"Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen  to anyone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the  ignition, but it wouldn't turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried another.  Still nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;That's when I noticed the purple  beads hanging from my rear view mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my  rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few other objects came into focus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;The car seat in the back seat.  Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten doughnut on  the dashboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien  vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to  finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life. That is when I felt it,  deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I  reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I swung the  truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final  time. There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think  was, "What is the world coming to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;All I could say was, "Did I leave my food  and drink in here"? At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back  to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security  benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Elmo had no clue. I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a  young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up  a drink and a bag. His mother explained, "I think you left this in my truck by  mistake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I took the food and drink from the  little boy and sheepishly apologized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;She offered these kind words: "It's OK.  My grandfather does stuff like this all the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;All of this is to explain  how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 mph zone. Yessss, I was racing some punk kid  in a Toyota Prius. And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving  this fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the  hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly sat  in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;The good news was  I had successfully found my way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Notice the larger type?  That's for those of us who have trouble reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. Save the earth......  It's the only planet with chocolate!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-878253907701557265?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/878253907701557265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=878253907701557265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/878253907701557265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/878253907701557265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-could-happen-to-any-of-us.html' title='It Could Happen to any of us...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3576737616236657539</id><published>2011-08-21T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:21:00.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Helping the Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;From my email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking down the street when he was stopped by a particularly dirty,  shabby looking homeless man, who asked him for a couple of dollars for some  dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man took out his wallet, removed ten dollars and asked, “If  I give you this money will you buy beer with it, instead of  dinner:”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”No, I stopped drinking years ago,” the homeless man  replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Will you use it go go fishing instead of buying food?”, the  man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;”No, I don’t waste time fishing,” the homeless man said, “I need to spend all  my time trying to stay alive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Will you spend this on green fees at a  Golf course, instead of food?’, the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Are you nuts!” replied  the homeless man. “I haven’t played golf in 20 years!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Will you spend  the money on a woman in the red light district, instead of food?”, once again  the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”What and get a disease for ten lousy bucks?”, exclaimed  the homeless man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Well,” said the man, “I’m not going to give you the  money. Instead, I’m going to take you home for a terrific dinner cooked by my  wife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homeless man was astounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Won’t your wife be  furious with you for doing that?. I know I’m dirty and I probably smell pretty  disgusting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, “That’s okay, it’s important for her to  see what a man looks like, after he has given up beer, fishing, golf and sex!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3576737616236657539?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3576737616236657539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3576737616236657539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3576737616236657539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3576737616236657539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/helping-homeless.html' title='Helping the Homeless'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-9074227820312268877</id><published>2011-08-13T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:47:28.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Cucumbers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman TUR; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006000; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From my Email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.                                  Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need                                  every day, just one cucumber contains Vitamin                                  B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin                                  &lt;span&gt;B6, F&lt;/span&gt;olic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium,                                  Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc.                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeling tired in the afternoon, put                                  down the caffeinated soda and pick up a                                  cucumber. Cucumbers are a good source of B                                  Vitamins and Carbohydrates that can provide that                                  quick pick-me-up that can last for hours.                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tired of your bathroom mirror fogging                                  up after a shower? Try rubbing a cucumber slice                                  along the mirror, it will eliminate the fog and                                  provide a soothing, spa-like fragrance.                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are grubs and slugs ruining your                                  planting beds? Place a few cucumber slices in a                                  small pie tin and your garden will be free of                                  pests all season long. The chemicals in the                                  cucumber react with the aluminum to give off a                                  scent undetectable to humans but drive garden                                  pests crazy and make them flee the                                  area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Looking for a fast and easy way to remove                                  cellulite before going out or to the pool? Try                                  rubbing a slice or two of cucumbers along your                                  problem area for a few minutes, the                                  photochemical in the cucumber cause the collagen                                  in your skin to tighten, firming up the outer                                  layer and reducing the visibility of cellulite.                                  Works great on wrinkles too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.. Want                                  to avoid a hangover or terrible headache? Eat a                                  few cucumber slices before going to bed and wake                                  up refreshed and headache free. Cucumbers                                  contain enough sugar, B vitamins and                                  electrolytes to replenish essential nutrients                                  the body lost, keeping everything in                                  equilibrium, avoiding both a hangover and                                  headache!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Looking to fight off that                                  afternoon or evening snacking binge? Cucumbers                                  have been used for centuries and often used by                                  European trappers, traders and explores for                                  quick meals to thwart off starvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.                                  Have an important meeting or job interview and                                  you realize that you don't have enough time to                                  polish your shoes? Rub a freshly cut cucumber                                  over the shoe, its chemicals will provide a                                  quick and durable shine that not only looks                                  great but also repels                                  water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.                                  Out of WD 40 and need to fix a squeaky hinge?                                  Take a cucumber slice and rub it along the                                  problematic hinge, and voila, the squeak is                                  gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stressed out and don't have                                  time for massage, facial or visit to the spa?                                  Cut up an entire cucumber and place it in a                                  boiling pot of water, the chemicals and                                  nutrients from the cucumber will react with the                                  boiling water and be released in the steam,                                  creating a soothing, relaxing aroma that has                                  been shown to reduce stress in new mothers and                                  college students during final exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.                                  Just finish a business lunch and realize you                                  don't have gum or mints? Take a slice of                                  cucumber and press it to the roof of your mouth                                  with your tongue for 30 seconds to eliminate bad                                  breath, the photochemical will kill the bacteria                                  in your mouth responsible for causing bad                                  breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Looking for a 'green' way to                                  clean your faucets, sinks or stainless steel?                                  Take a slice of cucumber and rub it on the                                  surface you want to clean, not only will it                                  remove years of tarnish and bring back the                                  shine, but it won't leave streaks and won't harm                                  your fingers or fingernails while you                                  clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004200; font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.                                  Using a pen and made a mistake? Take the outside                                  of the cucumber and slowly use it to erase the                                  pen writing, also works great on crayons and                                  markers that the kids have used to decorate the                                  walls!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/30537721-9074227820312268877?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9074227820312268877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=9074227820312268877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9074227820312268877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9074227820312268877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/cucumbers.html' title='Cucumbers!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4626579223066606127</id><published>2011-08-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:24:00.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Obama Bingo Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The Obama Bingo Game.                    Try it the next time you hear the President speak... it will                    keep you awake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Please follow the rules                    before watching.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I used to avoid                    listening to his speeches.&amp;nbsp; Now, I look forward to the                    next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Here is something to                    help make Obama's speeches almost tolerable. Just print out                    this page, distribute it to friends, and listen (be sure to                    read directions at the bottom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZXoYJ2AUKI/TjrUwDSbRTI/AAAAAAAAIY0/IM-9pw9savo/s1600/obama+bingo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZXoYJ2AUKI/TjrUwDSbRTI/AAAAAAAAIY0/IM-9pw9savo/s320/obama+bingo.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Rules for Bullshit                    Bingo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1. Before Barack                    Obama's next televised speech, print your "Bullshit                    Bingo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2. Check off the                    appropriate block when you hear one of those                    words/phrases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;3. When you get five                    blocks horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, stand up and                    shout                "BULLSHIT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/30537721-4626579223066606127?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4626579223066606127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4626579223066606127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4626579223066606127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4626579223066606127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/obama-bingo-game.html' title='Obama Bingo Game'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZXoYJ2AUKI/TjrUwDSbRTI/AAAAAAAAIY0/IM-9pw9savo/s72-c/obama+bingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4871629330091066902</id><published>2011-08-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:01:40.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream is good for the soul...</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he  could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, “God is great and God is Good.  Let us thank Him for the food, and I would even thank you more if mom gets us  ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all! Amen!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with  the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, “That’s  what’s wrong with this country. Kids today don’t even know how to pray. Asking  God for ice-cream! Why, I never!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, my son burst into tears  and asked me, “Did I do it wrong? is God mad at me?” As I held him and assured  him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an  elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, “I happen  to know that God thought that was a great prayer.” “Really?” my son asked.  “Cross my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in theatrical whisper he added (indicating the  woman whose remark had started this whole thing), “Too bad she never asks God  for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.”&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end  of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will  remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word walked  over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, “Here,  this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes and my soul is good  already.” ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Geezer loves this story. After reading it  she told me that I should learn to 'chill out' and eat a little more ice cream.  I wonder what she meant by that? Oh well... I think I'll take a break and go  have a bowl of ice cream. My favorite flavor is chocolate chip. What yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-4871629330091066902?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4871629330091066902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4871629330091066902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4871629330091066902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4871629330091066902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/ice-cream-is-good-for-soul.html' title='Ice Cream is good for the soul...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1178560919289237140</id><published>2011-07-28T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:38:27.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>The green thing</title><content type='html'>From my email (thanks, Helen):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the line at the store, the  cashier told an older woman that she should  bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the  environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t  have the green thing  back in my day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt; The clerk responded, ” That’s our problem today.  Your generation did not  care enough to save our environment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right — our generation  didn’t have the green thing in its day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we returned milk  bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to  the plant to be washed and sterilized  and refilled, so it could use the same  bottles over and over.  So they really were recycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn’t have  the green thing back in our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up stairs, because we didn’t  have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery  store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two  blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the  throw-away  kind.  We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling  machine  burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry the  clothes.   Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters,  not always brand-new clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that old lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we had one TV, or radio,  in the house — not a TV in  every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember  them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen,  we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do  everything for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we packaged a fragile item to send in the  mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic  bubble wrap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline  just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power.  We  exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on  treadmills that operate on electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’s right; we didn’t have  the green thing back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty  instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we  had a drink of water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we  replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor  just because the blade got dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn’t have the green thing   back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode  their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a  24-hour  taxi service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to  power a dozen appliances.  And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a  signal beamed from satellites 20,000 miles out in space in order to find the  nearest pizza joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  isn’t it sad the current generation laments  how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back  then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1178560919289237140?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1178560919289237140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1178560919289237140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1178560919289237140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1178560919289237140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/green-thing.html' title='The green thing'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-227618922728636462</id><published>2011-07-13T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:44:47.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>How the Internet Began</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In ancient  Israel , it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto  himself a young wife by the name of Dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of  shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com.And she  said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town  with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving  thy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;tent?"  And Abraham did look at her - as though she were several saddle bags short of a  camel load - but simply said, "How, dear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all  the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale,  and they will reply telling you who hath the best price. The sale can be made on  the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable  (UPS)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abraham thought long and decided he would  let Dot have her way with the drums. The drums rang out and were an immediate  success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having  to move from his tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;To prevent  neighbouring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised  a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was called Must Send Drum Over  Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures:  Hebrew To The People (HTTP). But this success did arouse  envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A man named Maccabia did secrete himself  inside Abraham's drum and began to siphon off some of Abraham's business. But he  was soon discovered, arrested and prosecuted for insider  trading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;And the young men did take to Dot Com's  trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. They were called Nomadic  Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or  NERDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;And lo, the land was so feverish with joy  at the new riches and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;deafening sound of drums that no one  noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer,  Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land. And he  did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates' drum  heads and drumsticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lo, Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have  started is being taken over by others!" And as Abraham looked out over the Bay  of Ezekiel , or eBay as it came to be known, he said, "We need a name that  reflects what we are." And Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner  Operators." "YAHOO," said Abraham. And because it was Dot's idea, they named it  YAHOO Dot Com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abraham's cousin, Joshua, being the young  Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot's  drums to locate things around the countryside. It soon became known as God's Own  Official Guide to Locating  Everything(GOOGLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And that  is how it all began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-227618922728636462?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/227618922728636462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=227618922728636462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/227618922728636462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/227618922728636462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-internet-began.html' title='How the Internet Began'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3179485639014256714</id><published>2011-07-11T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:51:58.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivia'/><title type='text'>Trivia</title><content type='html'>From my email, thanks Helen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you are                                  right handed, you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;will tend to chew your food on                                  the right side of your mouth. If you are left                                  handed, you will tend to chew your food on the                                  left side of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make half a                                  kilo of honey, bees must collect nectar from                                  over 2 million individual flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroin                                  is the brand name of morphine once marketed by                                  'Bayer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists visiting Iceland should                                  know that tipping at a restaurant is considered                                  an insult!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;People in nudist                                  colonies play volleyball more than any other                                  sport.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein was                                  offered the presidency of Israel in 1952, but he                                  declined.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Astronauts can't                                  belch - there is no gravity to separate liquid                                  from gas in their                                  stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Roman,                                  Chinese and German societies often used urine as                                  mouthwash.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The Mona                                  Lisa has no eyebrows. In the Renaissance era, it                                  was fashion to shave them                                  off!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the speed at                                  which Earth moves around the Sun, it is                                  impossible for a solar eclipse to last more than                                  7 minutes and 58 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The                                  night of January 20 is "Saint Agnes's Eve",                                  which is regarded as a time when a young woman                                  dreams of her future                                  husband.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Google is                                  actually the common name for a number with a                                  million zeros&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It takes glass                                  one million years to decompose, which means it                                  never wears out and can be recycled an infinite                                  amount of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold is the only metal                                  that doesn't rust, even if it's buried in the                                  ground for thousands of                                  years&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Your tongue is the only                                  muscle in your body that is attached at only one                                  end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stop getting thirsty, you need                                  to drink more water. When a human body is                                  dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts                                  off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Each year 2,000,000                                  smokers either quit smoking or die of                                  tobacco-related                                  diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Zero is the                                  only number that cannot be represented by Roman                                  numerals&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Kites were used in                                  the American Civil War to deliver letters and                                  newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The song, Auld                                  Lang Syne, is sung at the stroke of midnight in                                  almost every English-speaking country in the                                  world to bring in the new                                  year.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking water after                                  eating reduces the acid in your mouth by 61                                  percent&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut oil is used                                  for cooking in submarines because it doesn't                                  smoke unless it's heated above                                  450°F&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The roar that we                                  hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is                                  not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood                                  surging through the veins in the                                  ear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Nine out of every 10                                  living things live in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The banana                                  cannot reproduce itself. It can be propagated                                  only by the hand of                                  man&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Airports at higher                                  altitudes require a longer airstrip due to lower                                  air density&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The                                  University of Alaska spans four time                                  zones&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth is the only                                  part of the human body that cannot heal                                  itself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Greece,                                  tossing an apple to a girl was a traditional                                  proposal of marriage.&amp;nbsp; Catching it meant                                  she accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Communications                                  paid $28 million for the copyright to the song                                  Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent                                  people have more zinc and copper in their                                  hair.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A comet's tail always                                  points away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The                                  Swine Flu vaccine in 1976 caused more death and                                  illness than the disease it was intended to                                  prevent&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine increases                                  the power of aspirin and other painkillers -                                  that is why it is found in some                                  medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The military                                  salute is a motion that evolved from medieval                                  times, when knights in armor raised their visors                                  to reveal their identity.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;If                                  you get into the bottom of a well or a tall                                  chimney and look up, you can see stars, even in                                  the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When a                                  person dies, hearing is the last sense to go.                                  The first sense lost is sight&lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In                                  ancient times strangers shook hands to show that                                  they were                                  unarmed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries are the                                  only fruits whose seeds grow on the                                  outside&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Avocados have the                                  highest calories of any fruit at 167 calories                                  per hundred grams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon moves about                                  two inches away from the Earth each                                  year&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth gets 100 tons                                  heavier every day due to falling space                                  dust&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Due to earth's gravity                                  it is impossible for mountains to be higher than                                  15,000 meters&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse is                                  known as "Topolino" in                                  Italy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers do not march                                  in step when going across bridges because they                                  could set up a vibration which could be                                  sufficient to knock the bridge                                  down&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Everything                                  weighs one percent less at the                                  equator&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;For every extra                                  kilogram carried on a space flight, 530 kg of                                  excess fuel are needed at                                  lift-off&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The letter J does                                  not appear anywhere on the periodic table of the                                  elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last                                  but&amp;nbsp; not least:&lt;/span&gt;  I&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;n                                  2011,&amp;nbsp; July has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays, and                                  5 Sundays. This apparently happens once every                                  823 years!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3179485639014256714?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3179485639014256714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3179485639014256714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3179485639014256714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3179485639014256714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/trivia.html' title='Trivia'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6572787444052517105</id><published>2011-06-26T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:13:27.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Paraprosdakians</title><content type='html'>Cousin Bonnie contributed this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to look up "paraprosdokian". Here is the definition: "Figure of  speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or  unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation."&amp;nbsp; "Where there's a  will, I want to be in it," is a type of paraprosdokian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now  enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his  level and beat you with experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The last thing I want to do  is hurt you. But it's still on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Light travels faster  than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them  speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If I agreed with you, we'd both be  wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We never really grow up, we only learn how to act  in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. War does not determine who is right - only who is  left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not  putting it in a fruit salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Evening news is where they begin  with 'Good Evening,' and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from&amp;nbsp;many is  research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station  is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I  thought I wanted a career. Turns out I just  wanted&amp;nbsp;paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whenever I fill out an application, in  the part that says,&amp;nbsp;'In case of emergency, notify:' I put  'DOCTOR'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Women will never be equal to men until they can walk  down&amp;nbsp;the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think  they&amp;nbsp;are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Behind every successful man is his woman.  Behind the fall&amp;nbsp;of a successful man is usually another woman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. A clear conscience is the sign of a fuzzy memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that&amp;nbsp;way. So I stole a  bike and asked for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You do not need a parachute to  skydive. You only need a&amp;nbsp;parachute to skydive twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Money  can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier&amp;nbsp;to live  with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There's a fine line between cuddling and holding  someone&amp;nbsp;down so they can't get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I used to be  indecisive. Now I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You're never too old to learn  something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first  and call&amp;nbsp;whatever you hit the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Nostalgia isn't what  it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Change is inevitable, except from a vending  machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more  than&amp;nbsp;standing in a garage makes you a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A diplomat is  someone who tells you to go to hell in such a&amp;nbsp;way that you look forward to  the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Hospitality is making your guests feel at home even  when&amp;nbsp;you wish they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I always take life with a grain  of salt. Plus a slice of&amp;nbsp;lemon, and a shot of tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the&amp;nbsp;Fire Department  usually uses water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom:&amp;nbsp; "The early bird may  get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese."&amp;nbsp; ~ Jon Hammond  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6572787444052517105?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6572787444052517105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6572787444052517105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6572787444052517105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6572787444052517105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/paraprosdakians.html' title='Paraprosdakians'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2751303683380594939</id><published>2011-06-25T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:28:44.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Fire the Cattle Guards?</title><content type='html'>From my email (thanks, Stan!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never traveled to the west, or southwest, cattle guards are horizontal steel rails placed at fence openings, in dug-out places in the roads adjacent to highways (sometimes across highways), to prevent cattle from crossing over that area. For some reason the cattle will not step on the "guards," probably because they fear getting their feet caught between the rails.         &amp;nbsp;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, President Obama received and was reading a report that there were over 100,000 cattle guards in Colorado. The Colorado ranchers had protested his proposed changes in grazing policies, so he ordered the Secretary of the Interior to fire half of the “cattle” guards immediately!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Secretary of the Interior could respond and presumably try to straighten President Obama out on the matter, Vice-President Joe Biden, intervened with a request that... before any “cattle” guards were fired, they be given six months of retraining for Arizona border guards.    'Times are hard', said Joe Biden, 'it's only fair to the cattle guards and their families!'&amp;nbsp;      &amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these two guys are running our country, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/politics/humor/cattleguards.asp"&gt;Snopes says that this is false&lt;/a&gt; - the joke has been around for many years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2751303683380594939?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2751303683380594939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2751303683380594939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2751303683380594939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2751303683380594939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/fire-cattle-guards.html' title='Fire the Cattle Guards?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2675591799819569636</id><published>2011-06-15T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:20:27.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. Americans spend $36,000,000 at Wal-Mart  every hour&amp;nbsp;of every day. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2.&amp;nbsp; This works out  to $20,928 profit every minute! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;3.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart  will sell more from January 1 to St.&amp;nbsp;Patrick's Day (March 17th) than  &lt;strong&gt;Target&lt;/strong&gt; sells all&amp;nbsp;year.  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;4.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart is bigger than Home Depot + Kroger  +&amp;nbsp;Target + Sears + Costco + K-Mart&amp;nbsp; combined. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;5.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart employs 1.6 million people, is  the world's&amp;nbsp;largest private employer, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and most speak  English.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;6.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart is the largest company in the history of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;7.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart now sells more food than &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Kroger and&amp;nbsp;Safeway combined,&lt;/span&gt; and keep in mind they did  this in only 15&amp;nbsp;years.  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;8.&amp;nbsp; During this same period, 31 big supermarket  chains&amp;nbsp;sought bankruptcy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 9.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart now sells more food than any other  store&amp;nbsp;in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;10.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart has  approx 3,900 stores in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  of&amp;nbsp; which&amp;nbsp;2,906 are Super Centers; this is&amp;nbsp; 1,000 more than&amp;nbsp;it had five years  ago. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;11.&amp;nbsp; This year 7.2 billion different  purchasing experiences will&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; occur at Wal-Mart  stores. (Earth's population is approximately&amp;nbsp;6.5 Billion.)  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;12.&amp;nbsp; 90% of all Americans live within fifteen  miles of a Wal-Mart. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;13.&amp;nbsp; Wal-Mart has gross  sales that total more than the total&amp;nbsp;revenue of all the countries in the   world, except  6.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You may think that I am  complaining, but I am really laying the ground work for suggesting that MAYBE we  should hire the&amp;nbsp;guys who run Wal-Mart to fix the  economy.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2675591799819569636?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2675591799819569636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2675591799819569636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2675591799819569636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2675591799819569636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/wal-mart.html' title='Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5673733855430550271</id><published>2011-06-12T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:21:50.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The Merits of a Mistress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;An artist, a lawyer, and a computer scientist are discussing the merits of a mistress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The artist tells of the passion, the thrill which comes with the risk of being discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The lawyer warns of the difficulties. It can lead to guilt, divorce, bankruptcy. Not worth it. Too many problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The computer scientist says “It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. My wife thinks I’m with my mistress.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My mistress thinks I’m home with my wife, and I can spend all night on the computer!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5673733855430550271?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5673733855430550271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5673733855430550271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5673733855430550271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5673733855430550271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/merits-of-mistress.html' title='The Merits of a Mistress'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8617191040476168348</id><published>2011-06-09T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:20:13.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Some useful conversions...</title><content type='html'>From&amp;nbsp; my email, thanks Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who thought the hardest part of Physics 101 was the constant conversion from feet and inches to the metric system, including  all its Newton’s, Joules and Watts, here are some other useful conversions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ratio of an igloo’s circumference to it diameter: Eskimo Pi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2000 pounds of Chinese soup: Won Ton &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 millionth of a mouthwash: 1 microscope &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time between slipping on a peel and smacking the pavement: 1 bananosecond  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time it takes to sail 220 yards at 1 nautical mile per hour: 1 Knot-furlong  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;365.25 days of drinking low-calorie beer because it’s less filling: 1 lite  year &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16.5 feet in the Twilight Zone: 1 Rod Serling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half of a large intestine: 1 semicolon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 million aches: 1 megahurts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basic unit of laryngitis: 1 hoarsepower &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shortest distance between two jokes: A straight line &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;454 graham crackers: 1 pound cake &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 million-million microphones: 1 megaphone &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 million bicycles: 2 megacycles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2000 mockingbirds: Two kilomockingbirds &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 kilogram of falling figs: 1 Fig Newton &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1000 grams of wet socks: 1 literhosen &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 millionth of a fish: 1 microfiche &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 trillion pins: 1 terrapin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 rations: 1 c-ration &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 nickels: 2 paradigms &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 rations: 1 decoration &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;365.25 days: 1 unicycle &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 cards: 1 decacards &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.4 statute miles of intravenous surgical tubing at Yal University Hospital:  1 I.V. League &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 Senators: Not 1 decision &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8617191040476168348?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8617191040476168348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8617191040476168348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8617191040476168348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8617191040476168348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-useful-conversions.html' title='Some useful conversions...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3193964085642395866</id><published>2011-06-02T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:29:00.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>STC - Senior Texting Codes</title><content type='html'>From my email - thanks, Bob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1439837487MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Because more and more Seniors are &lt;u&gt;texting and tweeting&lt;/u&gt;,&amp;nbsp;there appears to&amp;nbsp;be a need for a STC (Senior Texting Code.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1439837487MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;ATD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;At The Doctor's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1439837487MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BFF:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Best Friend Fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Bring The Wheelchair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUATSC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;See You At The&amp;nbsp;Senior&amp;nbsp;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FWIW:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Forgot Where I Was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Found Your Insulin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GGPBL!:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Gotta Go, Pacemaker&amp;nbsp;Battery&amp;nbsp;Low!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;GHA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Got Heartburn Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HGBM:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Had Good Bowel  Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMHO:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Is My Hearing-Aid On?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMDO:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Laughing My Dentures Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;LOL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Living On Lipitor&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;OMSG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Oh My! Sorry, Gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;ROFL... CGU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Rolling On The Floor Laughing... And Can't Get Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;SGGP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Sorry, Gotta Go Poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTYL:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Talk To You Louder--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;WAITT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Who Am I Talking To?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;WTP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Where's The Prunes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;GGLKI !!! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Gotta Go, Laxative Kicking In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3193964085642395866?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3193964085642395866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3193964085642395866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3193964085642395866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3193964085642395866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/stc-senior-texting-codes.html' title='STC - Senior Texting Codes'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1231141333746207343</id><published>2011-05-31T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:13:00.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Benefits of being Older</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kidnappers are not very interested in you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s harder and harder for sexual harassment charges to stick. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one expects you to run into a burning building. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People call at 9:00 pm and ask, "Did I wake you?" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People no longer view you as a hypochondriac. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There’s nothing left to learn the hard way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things you buy now won’t wear out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can eat dinner at 4:00 pm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can live without sex but not without glasses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You enjoy hearing about other people’s operations. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get into a heated argument about pension plans. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a party and the neighbors don’t even realize it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You sing along with the elevator music. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your eyes won’t get much worse. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your joints are more accurate than the National Weather Service. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last and most important – You have more time for Genealogy! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1231141333746207343?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1231141333746207343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1231141333746207343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1231141333746207343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1231141333746207343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/benefits-of-being-older.html' title='Benefits of being Older'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2741012653720483019</id><published>2011-05-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:15:11.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Jobs and Balls</title><content type='html'>From my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE AMAZING CONCLUSION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2741012653720483019?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2741012653720483019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2741012653720483019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2741012653720483019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2741012653720483019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/jobs-and-balls.html' title='Jobs and Balls'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2787114795632673609</id><published>2011-05-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:14:43.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Things I didn't know...but do now</title><content type='html'>From my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie’s full name is Barbara Milicent Roberts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to lick your elbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile can’t stick its tongue out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shrimp’s heart is in their head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say "Bless you" when you sneeze because when you sneeze, you’re heart stops for a millisecond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a study of 200,000 ostriches over a period of 80 years, no one reported a single case where an ostrich buried its head in the sand (or attempted to do so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 1937 and 1945 Heinz produced a version of Alphabetti Spaghetti especially for the German market that consisted solely of little pasta swastikas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By law, every child in Belgium must take harmonica lessons at Primary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, a human being will have sex more than 3,000 times and spend two weeks kissing in their lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats and horses can’t vomit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib. If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die. If you keep your eyes open by force, they will pop out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over million descendants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the government has no knowledge of aliens, then why does Title 14, Section 1211 of the Code of Federal Regulations, implemented on July 16, 1969, make it illegal for U.S. citizens to have any contact with extraterrestrials or their vehicles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette lighter was invented before the match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A duck’s quack doesn’t echo anywhere, and no one knows why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their buttocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of an average lifetime you will, while sleeping, eat 70 assorted insects and 10 spiders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most lipstick contains fish scales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat’s urine glows under a black light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fingerprints, everyone’s tongue print is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how many of you tried to lick your elbow ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2787114795632673609?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2787114795632673609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2787114795632673609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2787114795632673609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2787114795632673609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-didnt-knowbut-do-now.html' title='Things I didn&apos;t know...but do now'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2105149441081849528</id><published>2011-05-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:36:57.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>This is US!</title><content type='html'>From my email - thanks, Helen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yiv154356647ecxyiv128950297ecxyiv1274807875"&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;nior                          citizens are constantly being criticized for every  &amp;nbsp;conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or                          imaginary. We know we take responsibility for all we                          have done and do not blame                          others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div id="yiv154356647ecxyiv128950297ecxyiv1274807875ecxAOLMsgPart_2_f789e380-6572-4508-819b-74a5d88ca040"&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="margin-left: 42pt; width: 536px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;                               &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4141ff; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4141ff; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;upon                                reflection, we would like to point out that it                                was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4141ff; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4141ff; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;the senior                                citizens who took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #00c200;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;melody&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of music,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #e000e0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;pride&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of appearance,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #a1a100;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;courtesy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of driving,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #c20000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;romance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of love,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #4141ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;commitment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of marriage,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;responsibility&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of parenthood,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #42ffff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;togetherness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of the family,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #c20000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;learning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of education,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #00c200;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;service&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of patriotism,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #ffbf18;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Golden                                Rule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;from rulers,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #e000e0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;nativity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;scene                                out of cities,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #00a000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;civility&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of behavior,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;refinement&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of language,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #4141ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;dedication&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of employment,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #a00000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;prudence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of spending,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #00a000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;ambition&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of achievement or&lt;span style="color: #4141ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;God&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;out                                of government and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And we                                certainly are&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the                                ones who &lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;liminated&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #00a000;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4141ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;from                                personal relationships and interactions with                                others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we do understand the meaning                                of patriotism,&lt;br /&gt;and remember those who have                                fought and died for our country.&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look                                at the Seniors with tears in their eyes and pride                                in their hearts as they stand&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;at attention                                with their hand over their hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I'M                                A SENIOR CITIZEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the life of the                                party...... even if it lasts until 8                                p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very good at opening childproof                                caps.... with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake many                                hours before my body allows me to get                                up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling all the time because I                                can't hear a thing you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm                                sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure                                place, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrinkled, saggy,                                lumpy, and that's just my left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm                                beginning to realize that aging is not for                                wimps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a1;"&gt;Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN                                and I think I am having the time of my                                life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only                                remember who sent this to me, I wouldn't send it                                back to them, but I would send it to many more                                too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2105149441081849528?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2105149441081849528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2105149441081849528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2105149441081849528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2105149441081849528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-us.html' title='This is US!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-9019250146796281709</id><published>2011-05-22T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T19:11:14.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The Redhead</title><content type='html'>A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket toward the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my, I am so sorry,' the woman says as she pops her eye back in place... 'Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you,' she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwords they go to the theater followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his.. She listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed. Everything had been SO incredible! 'You know,' he said, 'you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' she replies. . ... 'You just happened to catch my eye.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-9019250146796281709?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9019250146796281709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=9019250146796281709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9019250146796281709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9019250146796281709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/redhead.html' title='The Redhead'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-9200225464373254296</id><published>2011-05-20T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:15:23.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Computer Tech Support Goodies</title><content type='html'>From my email - thanks, Helen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What kind of computer do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: A white one.&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Hi, this is Celine. I can't get my DVD out !!!&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Have you tried pushing the button ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I'm sure it's really stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: That doesn't sound good; I'll make a note.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: No, wait a minute, I hadn't inserted it yet. It's still on my desk . . . sorry. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Tech Support: Click on the 'MY COMPUTER' icon on the&lt;br /&gt;left of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Your left or my left ?&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Tech Support: Hello. How may I help you ?&lt;br /&gt;Male Customer: Hi . . . I can't print.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Would you click on 'START' for me and . . ..&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Listen pal; don't start getting technical on me. I'm not Billi Gates !!!&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Customer: Good afternoon, this is Martha. I can't print. Every time I try, it says . . . 'CAN'T FIND PRINTER'. I even lifted the printer and placed it in front of the monitor, but the computer still says it can't find it !!!&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I have problems printing in red.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Do you have a color printer ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Aaaah . . . . . . . . . . thank you.&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Tech Support: What's on your monitor now, ma'am ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: A teddy bear that my boyfriend bought for me at the 7-11 store.&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Customer: My keyboard is not working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Are you sure your keyboard is plugged into the computer ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: No. I can't get behind the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Pick up your keyboard and take ten steps backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Did the keyboard come with you ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: That means the keyboard is not plugged in. Is there another keyboard ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, there's another one here. Wait a moment please. . . Ah, that one does work. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Tech Support: Your password is the small letter 'a' as in apple, a capital letter 'V' as in Victor, and the number ' 7'.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Is that '7' in capital letters ?&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Customer: I can't get on the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Are you absolutely sure you used the correct password ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I'm sure. I saw my co-worker do it. &lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Can you tell me what the password was?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Five dots.&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Tech Support: What anti-virus program do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Netscape.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: That's not an anti-virus program.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oh, sorry . . . Internet Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Customer: I have a huge problem! My friend has placed a screen saver on my computer .. . . but every time I move my mouse, it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Tech Support: How may I help you ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I'm writing my first email.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: OK, and what seems to be the problem ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I have the letter 'a' in the address, but how do I get the little circle around it.&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.A woman customer called the Canon help desk because she had a problem with her printer.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Are you running it under windows? &lt;br /&gt;Customer: No, my desk is next to the door, but that is a good point. The man sitting next to me is by a window, and his printer is working fine !&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Okay Cathy, press the control and escape keys at the same time. That brings up a task list in the middle of the screen. Now, type the letter 'P' to bring up the Program Manager.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't have a 'P'.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: On your keyboard, Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What do you mean ?&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: 'P' . . . on your keyboard, Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I AM NOT GOING TO DO THAT !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-9200225464373254296?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9200225464373254296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=9200225464373254296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9200225464373254296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9200225464373254296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/computer-tech-support-goodies.html' title='Computer Tech Support Goodies'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5104893773018893146</id><published>2011-05-10T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:05:58.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Telephone Pole Installers</title><content type='html'>There was a Midwestern phone company that was going to hire one team of telephone pole installers, and the boss had to choose between a team of two Norwegian guys and a team of two Irish guys. So the boss met with both teams and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's what we'll do. Each team will be installing poles out on the new road for a day. The team that installs the most phone poles gets the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both teams headed right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At end of the shift, Pat and Mike, the Irish guys, came back and the boss asked them how many they had installed. They said that it was tough going, but they'd put in twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five minutes later, Ole and Sven, the Norwegian guys came back in and they were totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss asked, "Well, how many poles did you guys install?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole, the team leader, wiped his brow and sighed,"Sven and me, we got three in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss gasped, "Three? Those two Irish guys put in twelve!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," said Ole, "but you should see how much they left sticking out of the ground!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5104893773018893146?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5104893773018893146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5104893773018893146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5104893773018893146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5104893773018893146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/telephone-pole-installers.html' title='Telephone Pole Installers'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1151550682214869267</id><published>2011-05-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:10:02.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Should I Join Facebook?</title><content type='html'>When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was before one of my grand kids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I&lt;br /&gt;am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1151550682214869267?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1151550682214869267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1151550682214869267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1151550682214869267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1151550682214869267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/should-i-join-facebook.html' title='Should I Join Facebook?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6181552570601241001</id><published>2011-05-01T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:56:45.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Thomas Jefferson's Resume</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson was a very remarkable man who started learning very early in life and never stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5, began studying under his cousins tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9, studied Latin, Greek and French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 14, studied classical literature and additional languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 16, entered the College of William and Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 19, studied Law for 5 years starting under George Wythe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 23, started his own law practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 25, was elected to the Virginia House of Burgesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 31, wrote the widely circulated "Summary View of the Rights of British America " and retired from his law practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 32, was a Delegate to the Second Continental Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 33, wrote the Declaration of Independence .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 33, took three years to revise Virginia's legal code and wrote a Public Education bill and a statute for Religious Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 36, was elected the second Governor of Virginia succeeding Patrick Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 40, served in Congress for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 41, was the American minister to France and negotiated commercial treaties with European nations along with Ben Franklin and John Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 46, served as the first Secretary of State under George Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 53, served as Vice President and was elected president of the American Philosophical Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 55, drafted the Kentucky Resolutions and became the active head of Republican Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 57, was elected the third president of the United States .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 60, obtained the Louisiana Purchase doubling the nation's size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 61, was elected to a second term as President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 65, retired to Monticello .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 80, helped President Monroe shape the Monroe Doctrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 81, almost single-handedly created the University of Virginia and served as its first president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 83, died on the 50th anniversary of the Signing of the Declaration of Independence along with John Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson knew because he himself studied the previous failed attempts at government. He understood actual history, the nature of God, his laws and the nature of man. That happens to be way more than what most understand today. Jefferson really knew his stuff. A voice from the past to lead us in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy held a dinner in the white House for a group of the brightest minds in the nation at that time. He made this statement: "This is perhaps the assembly of the most intelligence ever to gather at one time in the White House with the exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get piled upon one another in large cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as Europe .&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes. A principle which if acted on would save one-half the wars of the world.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much government.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No free man shall ever be debarred the use of arms.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compel a man to subsidize with his taxes the propagation of ideas which he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property - until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson (in 1802)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6181552570601241001?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6181552570601241001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6181552570601241001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6181552570601241001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6181552570601241001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/thomas-jeffersons-resume.html' title='Thomas Jefferson&apos;s Resume'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3477748923707605529</id><published>2011-05-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T08:44:33.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Some new funnies...</title><content type='html'>Two guys were discussing popular family trends on sex, marriage, and Family values.&lt;br /&gt;Bill said, ‘I didn’t sleep with my wife before we got married, did you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry replied, ‘I’m not sure, what was her maiden name?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy went up to his father and asked: ‘Dad, where did my Intelligence come from?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father replied. ‘Well, son, you must have got it from your mother, cause I still have mine.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mr. Clark, I have reviewed this case very carefully,’ the divorce Court Judge said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘And I’ve decided to give your wife $775 a week.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s very fair, your honor,’ the husband said. ‘And every now and Then I’ll try to send her a few bucks myself.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor examining a woman who had been rushed to the Emergency Room, took the husband aside, and said, ‘I don’t like the looks of your wife at all.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Me neither doc,’ said the husband. ‘But she’s a great cook and really good with the kids.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he has been living with for the last 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wizard says, ‘Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man says without hesitation, ‘I now pronounce you man and wife.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Reasons Why It’s So Hard To Solve A Redneck Murder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The DNA all matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are no dental records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde calls Delta Airlines and asks, ‘Can you tell me how long it’ll take to fly from San Francisco to New York City?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent replies, ‘Just a minute’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you,’ the blonde says, and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Mexican detectives were investigating the murder of Juan Gonzalez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How was he killed?’ asked one detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘With a golf gun,’ the other detective replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘A golf gun! What is a golf gun?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I don’t know. But it sure made a hole in Juan.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe: ‘My wife got me to believe in religion.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ‘Really?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe: ‘Yeah. Until I married her I didn’t believe in Hell.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping for vacation clothes, my husband and I passed a display of bathing suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been at least ten years and twenty pounds since I had even considered buying a bathing suit, so I sought my husband’s advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What do you think?’ I asked. ‘Should I get a bikini or an all-in-one?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Better get a bikini,’ he replied. ‘You’d never get it all in one.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s still in intensive care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graveside service just barely finished, when there was massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, ‘Well, she’s there.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3477748923707605529?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3477748923707605529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3477748923707605529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3477748923707605529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3477748923707605529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-new-funnies.html' title='Some new funnies...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2707287046286818530</id><published>2011-04-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T07:44:55.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The Irish blonde</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attractive blonde from Cork, Ireland arrived at the casino. She seemed a little intoxicated and bet 20,000 Euros on a single roll of the dice. She said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I feel much luckier when I’m completely nude.” With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, “Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed, “YES! YES! I WON, I WON!” She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded. Finally, one of them asked, “What did she roll?” The other answered, “I don’t know. I thought you were watching.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all Irish are drunks. &lt;br /&gt;Not all blondes are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;But all Men…are Men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2707287046286818530?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2707287046286818530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2707287046286818530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2707287046286818530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2707287046286818530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/irish-blonde.html' title='The Irish blonde'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6150417132008693161</id><published>2011-04-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:46:31.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>There's something wrong with my ear...</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true! They always ask at the doctor’s office why you are there, and you have to answer in front of others what’s wrong and sometimes it is embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing worse than a Doctor’s Receptionist who insists you tell her what is wrong with you in a room full of other patients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of us have experienced this, and I love the way this old guy handled it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 65-year-old man walked into a crowded waiting room and approached the desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist said, ‘Yes sir, what are you seeing the Doctor for today?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘There’s something wrong with my dick’, he replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist became irritated and said, ‘You shouldn’t come into a crowded waiting room and say things like that. ‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why not, you asked me what was wrong and I told you,’ he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist replied; ‘Now you’ve caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there is something wrong with your ear or something and discussed the problem further with the Doctor in private.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, ‘You shouldn’t ask people questions in a roomful of strangers, if the answer could embarrass anyone. The man walked out, waited several minutes, and then re-entered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist smiled smugly and asked, ‘Yes??’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘There’s something wrong with my ear,’ he stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, knowing he had taken her advice.. ‘And what is wrong with your ear, Sir?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can’t piss out of it,’ he replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting room erupted in laughter…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6150417132008693161?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6150417132008693161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6150417132008693161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6150417132008693161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6150417132008693161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-something-wrong-with-my-ear.html' title='There&apos;s something wrong with my ear...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-903635664897049126</id><published>2011-03-26T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:15:00.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The United States of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out this map!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SRvF3dlVYvA/TYzb5K1MfDI/AAAAAAAAH1E/Zjt-A1xoBOs/s1600/rock+music+map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SRvF3dlVYvA/TYzb5K1MfDI/AAAAAAAAH1E/Zjt-A1xoBOs/s320/rock+music+map.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://seehere.blogspot.com/2011/03/united-states-of-music.html"&gt;http://seehere.blogspot.com/2011/03/united-states-of-music.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the map to magnify it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-903635664897049126?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/903635664897049126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=903635664897049126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/903635664897049126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/903635664897049126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/united-states-of-music.html' title='The United States of Music'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SRvF3dlVYvA/TYzb5K1MfDI/AAAAAAAAH1E/Zjt-A1xoBOs/s72-c/rock+music+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7806359615592516396</id><published>2011-03-25T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:58:43.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>New Antiseptic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QDtL8f1iygU/TYzXrIKAx3I/AAAAAAAAH1A/uuL5whqH9LA/s1600/barackside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QDtL8f1iygU/TYzXrIKAx3I/AAAAAAAAH1A/uuL5whqH9LA/s320/barackside.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7806359615592516396?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7806359615592516396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7806359615592516396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7806359615592516396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7806359615592516396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-antiseptic.html' title='New Antiseptic!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QDtL8f1iygU/TYzXrIKAx3I/AAAAAAAAH1A/uuL5whqH9LA/s72-c/barackside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7953417341040571217</id><published>2011-03-23T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:46:23.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>What's This "Green Thing?"</title><content type='html'>From my email - thanks, Helen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting perspective on today’s “New” concern for the environment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. The woman apologized to her and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That’s right, they didn’t have the green thing in her day. Back then, they returned their milk bottles, Coke bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, using the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didn’t have the green thing back her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;time they had to go two blocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’s right. They didn’t have the green thing in her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Back then, they washed the baby’s diapers because they didn’t have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts – wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that old lady is right, they didn’t have the green thing back in her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house – not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a pizza dish, not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn’t have electric machines to do everything for you. When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used wadded up newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Back then, they didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by working so they didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’s right, they didn’t have the green thing back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty, instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled pens with ink, instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didn’t have the green thing back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Back then, people took the streetcar and kids rode their bikes to school or rode the school bus, instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 20,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a crying shame that they didn’t have “the green thing” back then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been 50 years, hasn't it?&amp;nbsp; How terrible we were wasting all of that energy.&amp;nbsp; Now we have to use paper bags, curly-fry bulbs, corn in our gas, and hope that windmills dot the countryside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7953417341040571217?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7953417341040571217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7953417341040571217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7953417341040571217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7953417341040571217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-this-green-thing.html' title='What&apos;s This &quot;Green Thing?&quot;'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2080806471420509168</id><published>2011-03-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:15:50.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Getting it through customs</title><content type='html'>From my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Catholic priest beside her, 'Father, may I ask a favour?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course child. What can I do for you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electric hair dryer for my Mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through Customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official thought this answer strange, so he asked, 'And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have a marvellous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date , unused.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father.&amp;nbsp; Next!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2080806471420509168?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2080806471420509168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2080806471420509168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2080806471420509168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2080806471420509168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-it-through-customs.html' title='Getting it through customs'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5655787000866956106</id><published>2011-03-13T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:27:50.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparenting'/><title type='text'>What is a Grandparent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;From&amp;nbsp; my email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If you are not a grandparent you will still love this. If you are it shows how precious the babies are and what we mean to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What is a grandparent?&amp;nbsp; (Taken from papers written by a class of 8-year-olds) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents are a lady and a man who have no little children of their own. They like other people's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A grandfather is a man, &amp;amp; a grandmother is a lady! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Grandparents don't have to do anything except be there when we come to see them.. They are so old they shouldn't play hard or run. It is good if they drive us to the shops and give us money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They show us and talk to us about the colors of the flowers and also why we shouldn't step on 'cracks.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They don't say, 'Hurry up.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Usually grandmothers are fat but not too fat to tie your shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They wear glasses and funny underwear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They can take their teeth and gums out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Grandparents don't have to be smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They have to answer questions like 'Why isn't God married?' and 'How come dogs chase cats?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When they read to us, they don't skip. They don't mind if we ask for the same story over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don't have television because they are the only grownups who like to spend time with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They know we should have snack time before bed time, and they say prayers with us and kiss us even when we've acted bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A 6-YEAR-OLD WAS ASKED WHERE HIS GRANDMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;LIVED. ''OH,'' HE SAID, ''SHE LIVES AT THE AIRPORT, AND WHEN WE WANT HER, WE JUST GO GET HER. THEN WHEN WE'RE DONE HAVING HER VISIT, WE TAKE HER BACK TO THE AIRPORT.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;GRANDPA IS THE SMARTEST MAN ON EARTH! HE TEACHES ME GOOD THINGS, BUT I DON'T GET TO SEE HIM ENOUGH TO GET AS SMART AS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;HIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's funny when they bend over; you hear gas leaks, and they blame their dog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5655787000866956106?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5655787000866956106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5655787000866956106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5655787000866956106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5655787000866956106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-grandparent.html' title='What is a Grandparent?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6790895985175510341</id><published>2011-03-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:07:00.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>World's Shortest Book List</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I DID TO DESERVE THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE - by Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BLACK GIRLFRIENDS - by Tiger Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY COUNTRY - by Jane Fonda &amp;amp; Cindy Sheehan, Illustrated by Michael Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHRISTIAN ACCOMPLISHMENTS &amp;amp; HOW I HELPED AFTER KATRINA, by Rev Jesse Jackson &amp;amp; Rev Al Sharpton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I LOVE ABOUT BILL - by Hillary Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequel: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HILLARY - By Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I CANNOT AFFORD - by Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I WOULD NOT DO FOR MONEY - by Dennis Rodman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS WE KNOW TO BE TRUE - by Al Gore &amp;amp; John Kerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COLLECTION of MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES - by Dr. J. Kevorkian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE MEN WE HAVE LOVED, BEFORE - by Ellen de Generes &amp;amp; Rosie O'Donnell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUIDE TO DATING ETIQUETTE - by Mike Tyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AMISH PHONE DIRECTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PLAN TO FIND THE REAL KILLERS - by O. J. Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO DRINK &amp;amp; DRIVE SAFELY - by Ted Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOK OF MORALS - by Bill Clinton, with introduction by the Rev. Jesse Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Complete Knowledge of Military Strategy - by Nancy Pelosi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6790895985175510341?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6790895985175510341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6790895985175510341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6790895985175510341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6790895985175510341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/worlds-shortest-book-list.html' title='World&apos;s Shortest Book List'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-761698446434622456</id><published>2011-03-10T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:19:58.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Outhouse slingshot video</title><content type='html'>You gotta see this!&amp;nbsp; I LMAO.&amp;nbsp; Gravity wins again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitsandpieces.us/2011/03/10/jackass-slingshot/"&gt;http://bitsandpieces.us/2011/03/10/jackass-slingshot/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see the reaction when this guy got back on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-761698446434622456?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/761698446434622456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=761698446434622456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/761698446434622456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/761698446434622456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/outhouse-slingshot-video.html' title='Outhouse slingshot video'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5725156393405926885</id><published>2011-03-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:06:27.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>The Rooster Puzzle</title><content type='html'>A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbor and says, "Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her neighbor asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little silver haired lady says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her neighbor decides to go over and help with the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes her hand and says, "Secondly, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then," he said with a deep sigh ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down)&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;br /&gt;.&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;br /&gt;"Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5725156393405926885?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5725156393405926885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5725156393405926885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5725156393405926885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5725156393405926885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/rooster-puzzle.html' title='The Rooster Puzzle'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5579676073731659868</id><published>2011-03-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:09:35.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puns'/><title type='text'>Idiosyncrasies</title><content type='html'>FOR THOSE WHO LOVE THE PHILOSOPHY OF AMBIGUITY, AS WELL AS THE IDIOSYNCRASIES OF ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DON'T SWEAT THE PETTY THINGS AND DON'T PET THE SWEATY THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ONE TEQUILA, TWO TEQUILA, THREE TEQUILA, FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ATHEISM IS A NON-PROPHET ORGANIZATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IF MAN EVOLVED FROM MONKEYS AND APES, WHY DO WE STILL HAVE MONKEYS AND APES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THE MAIN REASON THAT SANTA IS SO JOLLY IS BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHERE ALL THE BAD GIRLS LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I WENT TO A BOOKSTORE AND ASKED THE SALESWOMAN, "WHERE'S THE SELF- HELP SECTION?" SHE SAID IF SHE TOLD ME, IT WOULD DEFEAT THE PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT IF THERE WERE NO HYPOTHETICAL QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IF A DEAF CHILD SIGNS SWEAR WORDS, DOES HIS MOTHER WASH HIS HANDS WITH SOAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. IF SOMEONE WITH MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES THREATENS TO KILL HIMSELF, IS IT CONSIDERED A HOSTAGE SITUATION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IS THERE ANOTHER WORD FOR SYNONYM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHERE DO FOREST RANGERS GO TO "GET AWAY FROM IT ALL?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE AN ENDANGERED ANIMAL EATING AN ENDANGERED PLANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. IF A PARSLEY FARMER IS SUED, CAN THEY GARNISH HIS WAGES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WOULD A FLY WITHOUT WINGS BE CALLED A WALK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHY DO THEY LOCK PETROL STATION BATHROOMS? ARE THEY AFRAID SOMEONE WILL CLEAN THEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. IF A TURTLE DOESN'T HAVE A SHELL, IS HE HOMELESS OR NAKED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. CAN VEGETARIANS EAT ANIMAL CRACKERS ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF THE POLICE ARREST A MIME, DO THEY TELL HIM HE HAS THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHY DO THEY PUT BRAILLE ON THE DRIVE-THROUGH BANK MACHINES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW DO THEY GET DEER TO CROSS THE ROAD ONLY AT THOSE YELLOW ROAD SIGNS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE BEST THING BEFORE SLICED BREAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT EGOTISTS: THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DOES THE LITTLE MERMAID WEAR AN ALGEBRA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO INFANTS ENJOY INFANCY AS MUCH AS ADULTS ENJOY ADULTERY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO HAVE A CIVIL WAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. IF ONE SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMER DROWNS, DO THE REST DROWN TOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. IF YOU ATE BOTH PASTA AND ANTIPASTO, WOULD YOU STILL BE HUNGRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. IF YOU TRY TO FAIL, AND SUCCEED, WHICH HAVE YOU DONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHOSE CRUEL IDEA WAS IT FOR THE WORD 'LISP' TO HAVE 'S' IN IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHY ARE HEMORRHOIDS CALLED "HEMORRHOIDS" INSTEAD OF "ASSTEROIDS"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHY IS IT CALLED TOURIST SEASON IF WE CAN'T SHOOT AT THEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHY IS THERE AN EXPIRATION DATE ON SOUR CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. IF YOU SPIN AN ORIENTAL PERSON IN A CIRCLE THREE TIMES, DO THEY BECOME DISORIENTED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. CAN AN ATHEIST GET INSURANCE AGAINST ACTS OF GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5579676073731659868?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5579676073731659868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5579676073731659868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5579676073731659868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5579676073731659868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/idiosyncrasies.html' title='Idiosyncrasies'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3143731449942539545</id><published>2011-03-01T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:15:09.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I Will Sacrifice - wIll You?</title><content type='html'>I HOPE YOU WILL DO YOUR PART !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President ordered the cabinet to cut a whopping $100 million from the $3.5 trillion federal budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so impressed by this sacrifice that I have decided to do the same thing with my personal budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a net income of $2,000 a month and expend the same&amp;nbsp;on groceries, household expenses, medicine, utilities, etc, but it's time to get out the budget cutting ax, go line by line through my expenses, and cut back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cut my spending at exactly the same ratio -1/35,000 of my total budget. After doing the math, it looks like instead of spending $2,000 a month; I'm going to have to cut that number by 5.7 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going to have to get by with $1999.94 per month, but that's what sacrifice is all about. I'll just have to do without some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republicans want to cut $100 billion from the $3.5 trillion dollar budget.&amp;nbsp; That is 2.86%, and my equivalent cut would be $57.14 per month, or $685.71 per year.&amp;nbsp; That would make a bigger hit to my annual income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US budget deficit this year will be about $1.6 trillion.&amp;nbsp; If we were to cut that much (45.7%) from the budget, then my expenses would be only be $1085.71 per month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3143731449942539545?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3143731449942539545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3143731449942539545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3143731449942539545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3143731449942539545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-will-sacrifice-will-you.html' title='I Will Sacrifice - wIll You?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4374646554821303627</id><published>2011-03-01T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:40:00.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Blondes and Football</title><content type='html'>From my email, thanks, Helen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the blonde jokes, this one has to be the best -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.'Oh, I really liked it,' she replied, 'especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded, her date asked, 'What do you mean?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm like...Helloooooo? It's only 25 cents!!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-4374646554821303627?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4374646554821303627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4374646554821303627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4374646554821303627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4374646554821303627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/blondes-and-football.html' title='Blondes and Football'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3380686083682439625</id><published>2011-02-27T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:37:00.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Bad News About Grandpa...</title><content type='html'>From my email, thanks, Stan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man suffered a massive heart attack. The family drove wildly to get him to the emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like a very long wait, the ER doctor appeared wearing his scrubs and a long face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he said, "I'm afraid Grandpa is brain-dead, but his heart is still beating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Dear God," cried his wife, her hands clasped against her cheeks with shock. "We've never had a Democrat in the family before!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3380686083682439625?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3380686083682439625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3380686083682439625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3380686083682439625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3380686083682439625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/bad-news-about-grandpa.html' title='Bad News About Grandpa...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6360938234061802665</id><published>2011-02-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:19:35.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Sex and Good Grammar</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his 75th birthday, a man got a gift certificate from his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a wonderful cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for erectile dysfunction. After being persuaded, he drove to the reservation, handed his ticket to the medicine man, and wondered what he was in for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man handed a potion to him, and with a grip on his shoulder, warned, ‘This is a powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful, and then say ’1-2-3.’ When you do, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life, and you can perform as long as you want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was encouraged. As he walked away, he turned and asked, “How do I stop the medicine from working?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your partner must say ’1-2-3-4,’” he responded, “but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very eager to see if it worked so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came in, he took off his clothes and said, “1-2-3!” Immediately, he was the manliest of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes, and then she asked, “What was the 1-2-3 for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with a dangling participle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6360938234061802665?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6360938234061802665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6360938234061802665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6360938234061802665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6360938234061802665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/sex-and-good-grammar.html' title='Sex and Good Grammar'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7539508629285206824</id><published>2011-02-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:26:00.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Some lesser known Murphy's Laws</title><content type='html'>1. Light travels faster than sound, which is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He who laughs last, thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Change is inevitable…except from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Those who live by the sword, get shot by those who don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you lined up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them, 5-6 at a time, on a hill, in the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the shoe fits, get another one just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those who got there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Flashlight: A metal tube used to store dead batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Definition: The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7539508629285206824?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7539508629285206824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7539508629285206824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7539508629285206824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7539508629285206824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-lesser-known-murphys-laws.html' title='Some lesser known Murphy&apos;s Laws'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6502636249583127635</id><published>2011-02-15T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:09:57.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Understanding Derivatives</title><content type='html'>I was&amp;nbsp;always confused by the talk of Derivatives and such during the financial crisis.&amp;nbsp; Here's a way to understand them that everybody can understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is the proprietor of a bar in Detroit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realizes that virtually all of her customers are unemployed alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve this problem, she comes up with a new marketing plan that allows her customers to drink now, but pay later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the customers' loans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word gets around about Heidi's "drink now, pay later" marketing strategy and, as a result, increasing numbers of customers flood into Heidi's bar. Soon she has the largest sales volume for any bar in Detroit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By providing her customers freedom from immediate payment demands, Heidi gets no resistance when, at regular intervals, she substantially increases her prices for wine and beer, the most consumed beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, Heidi's gross sales volume increases massively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young and dynamic vice-president at the local bank recognizes that these customer debts constitute valuable future assets and increases Heidi's borrowing limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees no reason for any undue concern, since he has the debts of the unemployed alcoholics as collateral!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bank's corporate headquarters, expert traders figure a way to make huge commissions, and transform these customer loans into DRINK BONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "securities" then are bundled and traded on international securities markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive investors don't really understand that the securities being sold to them as "AAA Secured Bonds" really are debts of unemployed alcoholics. Nevertheless, the bond prices continuously climb!!!, and the securities soon become the hottest-selling items for some of the nation's leading brokerage houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, even though the bond prices still are climbing, a risk manager at the original local bank decides that the time has come to demand payment on the debts incurred by the drinkers at Heidi's bar. He so informs Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi then demands payment from her alcoholic patrons, but being unemployed alcoholics they cannot pay back their drinking debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Heidi cannot fulfill her loan obligations she is forced into bankruptcy. The bar closes and Heidi's 11 employees lose their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight, DRINK BOND prices drop by 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collapsed bond asset value destroys the bank's liquidity and prevents it from issuing new loans, thus freezing credit and economic activity in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suppliers of Heidi's bar had granted her generous payment extensions and had invested their firms' pension funds in the BOND securities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They find they are now faced with having to write off her bad debt and with losing over 90% of the presumed value of the bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wine supplier also claims bankruptcy, closing the doors on a family business that had endured for three generations, her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor, who immediately closes the local plant and lays off 150 workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately though, the bank, the brokerage houses and their respective executives are saved and bailed out by a multibillion dollar no-strings attached cash infusion from the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funds required for this bailout are obtained by new taxes levied on employed, middle-class, nondrinkers who have never been in Heidi's bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and they actually did this with our home mortgages, didn't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6502636249583127635?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6502636249583127635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6502636249583127635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6502636249583127635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6502636249583127635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/understanding-derivatives.html' title='Understanding Derivatives'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6169899394987166659</id><published>2011-02-15T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:03:54.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I Was Confused, now I'm clear</title><content type='html'>I became confused when I heard the word "Service" used with these agencies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Internal Revenue 'Service'&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; U.S. Postal 'Service'&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Telephone 'Service'&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Cable TV 'Service'&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Civil 'Service'&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; State, City, County &amp;amp; Public 'Service'&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Customer 'Service'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I thought 'Service' meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I overheard two farmers talking, and one of them said he had hired a bull to 'Service'a few cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM!!! It all came into focus. Now I understand what all those agencies are doing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hope that you are now just as enlightened as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6169899394987166659?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6169899394987166659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6169899394987166659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6169899394987166659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6169899394987166659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-confused-now-im-clear.html' title='I Was Confused, now I&apos;m clear'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5012425928685481160</id><published>2011-02-13T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:21:00.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>He was just driving down the road...</title><content type='html'>A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye…..It reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION&lt;br /&gt;10 MILES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought…. Soon he sees another sign which reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION&lt;br /&gt;5 MILES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and drives past a third sign saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION&lt;br /&gt;NEXT RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, ‘What may we do for you my son?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answers, ‘I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business…..’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Very well my son. Please follow me.’ He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, ‘Please knock on this door.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door… This nun instructs, ‘Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him. The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO IN PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE JUST BEEN &lt;br /&gt;SCREWED BY THE &lt;br /&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.&lt;br /&gt;SERVES YOU RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;YOU SINNER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5012425928685481160?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5012425928685481160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5012425928685481160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5012425928685481160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5012425928685481160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-was-just-driving-down-road.html' title='He was just driving down the road...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5955515191643790808</id><published>2011-02-11T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:15:00.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>3 Men and a Genie in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>Three men (Farmer, Arab and Biker) are all walking together one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come across a lantern and a Genie pops out of it. 'I will give each of you one wish, which is three wishes in total', says the Genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canadian says, 'I am a farmer and my son will also farm. I want the land to be forever fertile in Canada.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOF! With the blink of the Genie's eye, the land in Canada was forever fertile for farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osama was amazed, so he said, 'I want a wall around Afghanistan, Palestine, Iraq and Iran so that no infidels, Americans or Canadians can come into our precious land.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOF! Again, with the blink of the Genie's eye, there was a huge wall around those countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biker says, 'I am very curious. Please tell me more about this wall.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie explains, 'Well, it's about 5,000 feet high, 500 feet thick and completely surrounds the country. Nothing can get in or out; it's virtually impenetrable.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biker sits down on his Harley, cracks a beer, lights a cigar, smiles and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fill it with water.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5955515191643790808?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5955515191643790808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5955515191643790808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5955515191643790808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5955515191643790808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-men-and-genie-in-bottle.html' title='3 Men and a Genie in a Bottle'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8850965537893283027</id><published>2011-02-10T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:14:30.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>The Pastor's Ass</title><content type='html'>The Pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again and it won again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the local paper headline read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the Bishop so he ordered the Pastor to get rid of the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor decided to give it to a Nun in a nearby convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop fainted.&amp;nbsp; He informed the Nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the Bishop so he ordered the Nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the headlines read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop was buried the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is . . . being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery . . even shorten your life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be yourself and enjoy life.&amp;nbsp; Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8850965537893283027?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8850965537893283027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8850965537893283027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8850965537893283027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8850965537893283027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/pastors-ass.html' title='The Pastor&apos;s Ass'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3557249430122019750</id><published>2011-02-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:54:10.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Are You Demented?</title><content type='html'>Here's a dementia test -- let’s see how you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?&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;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to screw up next time. Now answer the second question, but don’t take as much time as you took for the first question, OK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you overtake the last person, then you are…? (scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only . Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000 . Now add 30 … Add another 1000 . Now add 20 . Now add another 1000 . Now add 10 . What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get 5000 ? The correct answer is actually 4100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t believe it, check it with a calculator! Today is definitely not your day, is it? Maybe you’ll get the last question right… Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mary’s father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&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;br /&gt;Did you Answer Nunu? NO! Of course ! It isn’t . Her name is Mary. Read the question again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A deaf-mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?&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;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask…It’s really very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Are you demented?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3557249430122019750?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3557249430122019750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3557249430122019750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3557249430122019750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3557249430122019750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/are-you-demented.html' title='Are You Demented?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3014018799823356087</id><published>2011-01-30T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:34:00.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Sunday Funny</title><content type='html'>Groups of Americans were traveling by tour bus through Holland .. As they stopped at a cheese farm, a young guide led them through the process of cheese making, explaining that goat's milk was used. She showed the group a lovely hillside where many goats were grazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'These' she explained, 'Are the older goats put out to pasture when they no longer produce.' She then asked, 'What do you do in America with your old goats?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spry old gentleman answered, 'They send us on bus tours!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3014018799823356087?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3014018799823356087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3014018799823356087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3014018799823356087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3014018799823356087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-funny.html' title='Sunday Funny'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-139843688315990193</id><published>2011-01-29T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:33:00.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Saturday Funny</title><content type='html'>Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25-year-old blonde-haired woman who knocks everyone's socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob's arm and listens intently to his every word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddies at the club are all aghast. At the very first chance, they corner him and ask, 'Bob, how'd you get the trophy girlfriend?' Bob replies, 'Girlfriend? She's my wife!' They are knocked over, but continue to ask. 'So, how'd you persuade her to marry you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'I lied about my age', Bob replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What, did you tell her you were only 50?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob smiles and says, 'No, I told her I was 90.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-139843688315990193?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/139843688315990193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=139843688315990193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/139843688315990193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/139843688315990193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-funny.html' title='Saturday Funny'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8909956334079836100</id><published>2011-01-28T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:32:00.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Friday Funny</title><content type='html'>A Doctor was addressing a large audience in Tampa . 'The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here, years ago.. Red meat is awful. Soft drinks corrode your stomach lining. Chinese food is loaded with MSG. High fat diets can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the germs in our drinking water. However, there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and we all have eaten, or will eat it. Can anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several seconds of quiet, a 75-year-old man in the front row raised his hand, and softly said, 'Wedding Cake.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8909956334079836100?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8909956334079836100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8909956334079836100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8909956334079836100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8909956334079836100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-funny_28.html' title='Friday Funny'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-557291011436548467</id><published>2011-01-27T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:30:01.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Thursday Funny</title><content type='html'>One night, an 87-year-old woman came home from Bingo to find her 92-year-old husband in bed with another woman.. She became violent and ended up pushing him off the balcony of their 20th floor apartment, killing him instantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought before the court, on the charge of murder, she was asked if she had anything to say in her own defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your Honor,' she began coolly, 'I figured that at 92, if he could screw, he could fly.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-557291011436548467?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/557291011436548467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=557291011436548467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/557291011436548467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/557291011436548467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/thursday-funny.html' title='Thursday Funny'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-291844915944409276</id><published>2011-01-26T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:28:00.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Funny</title><content type='html'>Brenda and Steve took their six-year-old son to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some hesitation, they explained that although their little angel appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather small penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After examining the child, the doctor confidently declared, 'Just feed him pancakes. That should solve the problem.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when the boy arrived at breakfast, there was a large stack of warm pancakes in the middle of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Gee, Mom,' he exclaimed. 'For me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Just take two,' Brenda replied. 'The rest are for your father.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-291844915944409276?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/291844915944409276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=291844915944409276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/291844915944409276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/291844915944409276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday-funny.html' title='Wednesday Funny'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7715453892047991177</id><published>2011-01-25T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:27:00.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Funny</title><content type='html'>A man went to church one day and afterward he stopped to shake the preacher's hand. He said, 'Preacher, I'll tell you, that was a damned fine sermon. Damned good!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher said, 'Thank you sir, but I'd rather you didn't use profanity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, 'I was so damned impressed with that sermon I put five thousand dollars in the offering plate!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher said, 'No shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7715453892047991177?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7715453892047991177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7715453892047991177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7715453892047991177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7715453892047991177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuesday-funny.html' title='Tuesday Funny'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5262587739864510828</id><published>2011-01-24T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:27:24.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Monday Funny</title><content type='html'>The mother of a 17-year-old girl was concerned that her daughter was having sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried the girl might become pregnant and adversely impact the family's status, she consulted the family doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told her that teenagers today were very willful and any attempt to stop the girl would probably result in rebellion.. He then told her to arrange for her daughter to be put on birth control and until then, talk to her and give her a box of condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, as her daughter was preparing for a date, the mother told her about the situation and handed her a box of condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl burst out laughing and reached over to hug her mother, saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Oh Mom! You don't have to worry about that! I'm dating Susan!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5262587739864510828?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5262587739864510828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5262587739864510828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5262587739864510828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5262587739864510828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/monday-funny.html' title='Monday Funny'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5707269364748275244</id><published>2010-12-01T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:03:36.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Grandma Still Drives at 88...</title><content type='html'>From my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car. She writes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grand-daughter, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a ‘Honk if you love Jesus’ bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.. So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed. I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is, and I didn’t notice that the light had changed.&amp;nbsp; It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn’t honked, I’d never have noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that lots of people love Jesus! While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, ‘For the love of God!’ ‘Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!’ What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started honking! I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach. I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant. He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii , so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back. My grandson burst out laughing. Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed. So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on through the intersection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared. So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write again soon, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Grandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5707269364748275244?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5707269364748275244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5707269364748275244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5707269364748275244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5707269364748275244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/grandma-still-drives-at-88.html' title='Grandma Still Drives at 88...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2638771476808517419</id><published>2010-11-23T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:50:58.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>United We Stand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv-4xJ7vxI/AAAAAAAAHaU/mIpbrg-MKAs/s1600/united-we-stand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv-4xJ7vxI/AAAAAAAAHaU/mIpbrg-MKAs/s320/united-we-stand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on image to make it larger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2638771476808517419?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2638771476808517419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2638771476808517419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2638771476808517419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2638771476808517419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/united-we-stand.html' title='United We Stand?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv-4xJ7vxI/AAAAAAAAHaU/mIpbrg-MKAs/s72-c/united-we-stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2866763816049892902</id><published>2010-11-23T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:42:50.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>The Explanation</title><content type='html'>The wife came home early and found her husband in their bedroom making love to a very attractive young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was somewhat upset. ‘You are a disrespectful pig!’ she cried. ‘How dare you do this to me — a faithful wife, the mother of your children! I’m leaving you. I want a divorce right away!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the husband replied, ‘Hang on just a minute love so at least I can tell you what happened.’ ‘Fine, go ahead,’ she sobbed,’ but they’ll be the last words you’ll say to me!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the husband began — ‘Well, I was getting into the car to drive home, and this young lady here asked me for a lift. She looked so down and out and defenseless that I took pity on her and let her into the car.&amp;nbsp; I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed and very dirty. She told me that she hadn’t eaten for three days.&amp;nbsp; So, in my compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night, the ones you wouldn’t eat because you’re afraid you’ll put on weight. The poor thing devoured them in moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she needed a good clean-up, I suggested a shower, and while she was doing that, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes, so I threw them away. Then, as she needed clothes, I gave her the designer jeans that you have had for a few years, but don’t wear because you say they are too tight.&amp;nbsp; I also gave her the underwear that was your anniversary present, which you don’t wear because I don’t have good taste.&amp;nbsp; I found the sexy blouse my sister gave you for Christmas that you don’t wear just to annoy her, and I also donated those boots you bought at the expensive boutique and don’t wear because someone at work has a pair the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband took a quick breath and continued – ‘She was so grateful for my understanding and help that as I walked her to the door, she turned to me with tears in her eyes and said, ‘Please … Do you have anything else that your wife doesn’t use?’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2866763816049892902?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2866763816049892902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2866763816049892902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2866763816049892902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2866763816049892902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/explanation.html' title='The Explanation'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2177285223941374849</id><published>2010-11-23T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:18:43.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerospace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>TSA Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv3OPAAOdI/AAAAAAAAHaM/BQlzginftHc/s1600/tsa-stickers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv3OPAAOdI/AAAAAAAAHaM/BQlzginftHc/s320/tsa-stickers.jpg" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the image to make it larger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2177285223941374849?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2177285223941374849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2177285223941374849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2177285223941374849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2177285223941374849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/tsa-bumper-stickers.html' title='TSA Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv3OPAAOdI/AAAAAAAAHaM/BQlzginftHc/s72-c/tsa-stickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1753161521295558030</id><published>2010-11-21T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:47:18.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Four Letter Word for ...</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shy gentleman was preparing to board a plane when he heard that the Pope was on the same flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is exciting,” thought the gentleman. I’ve always been a big fan of the Pope. Perhaps I’ll be able to see him in person. Imagine his surprise when the Pope sat down in the seat next to him for the flight. Still, the gentleman was too shy to speak to the Pontiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after take-off, the Pope began a crossword puzzle. This is fantastic, thought the gentleman. I’m really good at crosswords. Perhaps, if the Pope gets stuck, he’ll ask me for assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately, the Pope turned to the gentleman and said, “Excuse me, but do you know a four letter word referring to a woman that ends in ‘u-n-t’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one word came to mind…my goodness, thought the gentleman, I can’t tell the Pope that. There must be another. The gentleman thought for quite a while, then it hit him. Turning to the pope, the gentleman said, “I think you’re looking for the word ‘aunt’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah Of course,” said the Pope. “Do you have an eraser?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1753161521295558030?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1753161521295558030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1753161521295558030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1753161521295558030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1753161521295558030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/four-letter-word-for.html' title='Four Letter Word for ...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2526435602855633569</id><published>2010-11-20T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:48:42.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Mind Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv-WSBgPMI/AAAAAAAAHaQ/slic74hKip0/s1600/mind_reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv-WSBgPMI/AAAAAAAAHaQ/slic74hKip0/s320/mind_reading.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on the image to make it larger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2526435602855633569?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2526435602855633569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2526435602855633569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2526435602855633569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2526435602855633569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/mind-reading.html' title='Mind Reading'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TOv-WSBgPMI/AAAAAAAAHaQ/slic74hKip0/s72-c/mind_reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-257646314561730046</id><published>2010-10-31T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:47:35.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Cabbie and the Nun</title><content type='html'>From my email... best Hallowe'en joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets into the cab and the cab driver won’t stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring. He replies: “I have a question to ask you, but I don’t want to offend you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answers, “My son, you cannot offend me. When you’re as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have,you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I’m sure that there’s nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I’ve always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds, “Well, let’s see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver is very excited and says, “Yes!, I’m single and Catholic!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK” the nun says. “Pull into the next alley.” The nun fulfills his fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush. But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My dear child,” said the nun, “Why are you crying?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Forgive me but I’ve sinned. I lied. I must confess, I’m married and I’m Jewish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun says, “That’s OK, my name is Kevin and I’m going to a Halloween party.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-257646314561730046?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/257646314561730046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=257646314561730046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/257646314561730046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/257646314561730046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/cabbie-and-nun.html' title='The Cabbie and the Nun'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8068838305640945141</id><published>2010-10-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:02:13.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Happy Hallowe'en!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TMzqIJEmbEI/AAAAAAAAHXE/_1I7ixF3jkw/s1600/candy-democrat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TMzqIJEmbEI/AAAAAAAAHXE/_1I7ixF3jkw/s320/candy-democrat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8068838305640945141?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8068838305640945141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8068838305640945141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8068838305640945141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8068838305640945141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Hallowe&apos;en!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TMzqIJEmbEI/AAAAAAAAHXE/_1I7ixF3jkw/s72-c/candy-democrat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4274422925103827958</id><published>2010-10-28T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:04:44.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>The garage sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TMzqurt6eJI/AAAAAAAAHXI/aXWhpqP8Za8/s1600/garage+sale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TMzqurt6eJI/AAAAAAAAHXI/aXWhpqP8Za8/s320/garage+sale.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the casket is new or used?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-4274422925103827958?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4274422925103827958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4274422925103827958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4274422925103827958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4274422925103827958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/garage-sale.html' title='The garage sale'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TMzqurt6eJI/AAAAAAAAHXI/aXWhpqP8Za8/s72-c/garage+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8551651186660116017</id><published>2010-10-12T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:18:37.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Email Hall of Fame Entry</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this for apocalyptic literature. This was written by a pastor's wife in biblical prose as a commentary of current events.&amp;nbsp; It is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass in the Age of Insanity that the people of the land called America , having lost their morals, their initiative, and their will to defend their liberties, chose as their Supreme Leader that person known as "The One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He emerged from the vapors with a message that had no meaning; but He hypnotized the people telling them, "I am sent to save you." My lack of experience, my questionable ethics, my monstrous ego, and my association with evil doers are of no consequence. I shall save you with hope and Change. Go, therefore, and proclaim throughout the land that he who proceeded me is evil, that he has defiled the nation, and that all he has built must be destroyed. And the people rejoiced, for even though they knew not what "The One" would do, he had promised that it was good; and they believed. And "The One" said " We live in the greatest country in the world. Help me change everything about it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people said, "Hallelujah! Change is good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He said, "We are going to tax the rich fat-cats." And the people said "Sock it to them!" "And&amp;nbsp; redistribute their wealth." And the people said, "Show us the money!" And the he said, "redistribution of wealth is good for everybody.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joe the plumber asked, " Are you kidding me? You're going to steal my money and give it to the deadbeats??" And "The One" ridiculed and taunted him, and Joe's personal records were hacked and publicized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lone reporter asked, "Isn't that Marxist policy?" And she was banished from the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a citizen asked, "With no foreign relations experience and having zero military experience or knowledge, how will you deal with radical terrorists?" And "The One" said, "Simple. I shall sit with them and talk with them and show them how nice we really are; and they will forget that they ever wanted to kill us all!" And the people said, "Hallelujah!! We are safe at last, and we can beat our weapons into free cars for the people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "The One" said "I shall give 95% of you lower taxes." And one, lone voice said, "But 40% of us &lt;br /&gt;don't pay ANY taxes." So "The One" said, "Then I shall give you some of the taxes the fat-cats pay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people said, "Hallelujah! Show us the money!" Then "The One" said, "I shall tax your Capital Gains when you sell your homes!" And the people yawned and the slumping housing market collapsed. And He said. "I shall mandate employer-funded health care for every worker and raise the minimum wage. And I shall give every person unlimited healthcare and medicine and transportation to the clinics." And the people said, "Give me some of that!" Then he said, "I shall penalize employers who ship jobs overseas." And the people said, "Where's my rebate check?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "The One" said, "I shall bankrupt the coal industry and electricity rates will skyrocket!" And the people said, "Coal is dirty, coal is evil, no more coal! But we don't care for that part about higher electric rates." So "The One" said, Not to worry. If your rebate isn't enough to cover your expenses, we shall bail you out. Just sign up with the ACORN and your troubles are over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He said, "Illegal immigrants feel scorned and slighted. Let's grant them amnesty, Social Security, free education, free lunches, free medical care, bi-lingual signs and guaranteed housing..." And the people said, "Hallelujah!" and they made him king! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it came to pass that employers, facing spiraling costs and ever-higher taxes, raised their prices and laid off workers. Others simply gave up and went out of business and the economy sank like unto a rock dropped from a cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank banking industry was destroyed. Manufacturing slowed to a crawl. And more of the people were without a means of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "The One" said, "I am the "the One"- The Messiah - and I'm here to save you! We shall just print more money so everyone will have enough!" But our foreign trading partners said unto Him. "Wait a minute. Your dollar is not worth a pile of camel dung! You will have to pay more... And "The One" said, "Wait a minute. That is unfair!!" And the world said, "Neither are these other idiotic programs you have embraced. Lo, you have become a Socialist state and a second-rate power. Now you shall play by our rules!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people cried out, "Alas, alas!! What have we done?" But yea verily, it was too late. The people set upon The One and spat upon him and stoned him, and his name was dung. And the once mighty nation was no more; and the once proud people were without sustenance or shelter or hope. And the Change "The One" had given them was as like unto a poison that had destroyed them and like a whirlwind that consumed all that they had built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people beat their chests in despair and cried out in anguish, "give us back our nation and our pride and our hope!!" But it was too late, and their homeland was no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think this a fairy tale, but it's not.&amp;nbsp; It's happening RIGHT NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8551651186660116017?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8551651186660116017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8551651186660116017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8551651186660116017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8551651186660116017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/email-hall-of-fame-entry.html' title='Email Hall of Fame Entry'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2970064097579986383</id><published>2010-10-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:20:29.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerospace'/><title type='text'>Boeing 787 Dreamliner video</title><content type='html'>Flight testing of the Boeing 787 Dreamliner continues, and some of the more dramatic tests took place recently at locations around the world. The airplane maker released a video highlighting three of the more unusual takeoff and landing tests, including dragging the 787’s tail down a runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3-minute long &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/autopia/2010/10/video-sparks-fly-as-boeing-drags-787-tail-on-the-runway/?intcid=postnav#ixzz127BcvE9N"&gt;flight test video is here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on the nacelle system (the engine pods) for the Boeing 787 in my&amp;nbsp;last two years in Engineering at Goodrich Aerostructures, so I'm very interested in seeing the Boeing 787 go into production and be a successful aircraft.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2970064097579986383?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2970064097579986383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2970064097579986383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2970064097579986383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2970064097579986383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/boeing-787-dreamliner-video.html' title='Boeing 787 Dreamliner video'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2395027059276129823</id><published>2010-10-07T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:07:38.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions to Ponder</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cry under water? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'... but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? Where's that extra penny going to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a round pizza come in a square box? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disease did cured ham actually have? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;nbsp;is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up like every two hours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME equipment, why didn't he just buy dinner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?&amp;nbsp; Why did you just try singing the two songs above? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why, Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they 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 check when you say the paint is wet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection? &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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons are suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2395027059276129823?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2395027059276129823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2395027059276129823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2395027059276129823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2395027059276129823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/questions-to-ponder.html' title='Questions to Ponder'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7023191723329438993</id><published>2010-10-05T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:01:58.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Care'/><title type='text'>Colonoscopy Journal</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I called my friend Andy Sable, a&amp;nbsp;gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go&amp;nbsp;all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Andy explained the colonoscopy&amp;nbsp;procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.&amp;nbsp; I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really&amp;nbsp;hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, 'HE'S GOING TO&amp;nbsp;STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Andy's office with some written&amp;nbsp;instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which&amp;nbsp;comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss&amp;nbsp;MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never&amp;nbsp;allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I spent the next several days productively&amp;nbsp;sitting around being nervous.&amp;nbsp; Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I&amp;nbsp;began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat&amp;nbsp;any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically&amp;nbsp;water, only with less flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep.&amp;nbsp;You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then&amp;nbsp;you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric&amp;nbsp;system, a liter is about 32 gallons). Then you have to drink the whole&amp;nbsp;jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am&amp;nbsp;being kind - like a mixture ofgoat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a&amp;nbsp;hint of lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly&amp;nbsp;written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you&amp;nbsp;drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result.'&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;is kind of like saying that after you&amp;nbsp;jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't&amp;nbsp;want to be too graphic, here, but, have you ever seen a space-shuttle&amp;nbsp;launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the&amp;nbsp;shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You&amp;nbsp;spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting&amp;nbsp; violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must&amp;nbsp;be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which&amp;nbsp;point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start&amp;nbsp;eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an action-packed evening, I finally&amp;nbsp;got to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The next morning my wife drove me to the&amp;nbsp;clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure,&amp;nbsp;but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage.&amp;nbsp;I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a&amp;nbsp;friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clinic I had to sign many forms&amp;nbsp;acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck&amp;nbsp;the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy&amp;nbsp;people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist&amp;nbsp;perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more&amp;nbsp;naked than when you are actually naked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a nurse named Eddie put a little&amp;nbsp;needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but&amp;nbsp;Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me&amp;nbsp;that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was ticked off that I hadn't&amp;nbsp;thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself&amp;nbsp;too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in&amp;nbsp;full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled&amp;nbsp;me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an&amp;nbsp;anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had&amp;nbsp;it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy had me roll over on my left side, and&amp;nbsp;the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was music playing in the room, and I&amp;nbsp; realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. I remarked to Andy&amp;nbsp;that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular&amp;nbsp;procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy,&amp;nbsp;from somewhere behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time,&amp;nbsp;the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are&amp;nbsp;squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit&amp;nbsp;detail, exactly what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Really. I slept through&amp;nbsp;it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the&amp;nbsp;tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up&amp;nbsp;in a very mellow mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy was looking down at me and asking me&amp;nbsp;how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told&amp;nbsp;me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors.&amp;nbsp;I have never been prouder of an internal organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of Colonoscopies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonoscopies are no joke, but these&amp;nbsp;comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that&amp;nbsp;the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately&amp;nbsp;male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going&amp;nbsp;where no man has gone before!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Find Amelia Earhart yet?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Can you hear me NOW?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 'You know, in Arkansas , we're now&amp;nbsp;legally married.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;6. 'Any sign of the trapped miners,&amp;nbsp;Chief?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 'You put your left hand in, you take&amp;nbsp;your left hand out...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 'Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 'If your hand doesn't fit, you must&amp;nbsp;quit!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 'Hey Doc, let me know if you find my&amp;nbsp;dignity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 'You used to be an executive at Enron,&amp;nbsp;didn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 'God, now I know why I am not gay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best one of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 'Could you write a note for my wife&amp;nbsp;saying that my head is not up there?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7023191723329438993?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7023191723329438993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7023191723329438993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7023191723329438993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7023191723329438993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/colonoscopy-journal.html' title='Colonoscopy Journal'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5365454942936062619</id><published>2010-10-03T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:49:04.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Kids Write About the Seas</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) - I saw a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles.&amp;nbsp; (Kelly, age 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) - Oysters' balls are called pearls. (Jerry, age 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) - If you are surrounded by ocean, you are an island. If you don't have ocean all round you, you are incontinent. (Michael, age 7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) - Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson . She's not my friend any more. (Kylie, age 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) - A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of its head. (Billy, age 8) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) - My uncle goes out in his boat with 2 other men and a woman and pots and comes back with crabs. (Millie, age 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) - When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes when the wind didn't blow the sailors would whistle to make the wind come. My brother said they would have been better off eating beans. (William, age 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) - Mermaids live in the ocean. I like mermaids. They are beautiful and I like their shiny tails, but how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? Like, really? (Helen, age 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) - I'm not going to write about the ocean. My baby brother is always crying, my Dad keeps yelling at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can't think what to write. (Amy, age 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) - Some fish are dangerous. Jellyfish can sting. Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug themselves into chargers. (Christopher, age 7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) - When you go swimming in the ocean, it is very cold, and it makes my willy small. (Kevin, age 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) - Divers have to be safe when they go under the water. Divers can't go down alone, so they have to go down on each other. (Becky, age 8) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) - On vacation my Mom went water skiing. She fell off when she was going very fast. She says she won't do it again because water fired right up her big fat ass. (Julie, age 7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) - The ocean is made up of water and fish. Why the fish don't drown I don't know. (Bobby, age 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) - My dad was a sailor on the ocean. He knows all about the ocean. What he doesn't know is why he quit being a sailor and married my mom. (James, age 7)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5365454942936062619?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5365454942936062619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5365454942936062619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5365454942936062619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5365454942936062619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-write-about-seas.html' title='Kids Write About the Seas'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2004990038101882288</id><published>2010-09-28T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:32:39.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Looking for voters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;From my email:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TKIX7oOs1PI/AAAAAAAAHSE/NW3CC34S5a4/s1600/abelincoln.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TKIX7oOs1PI/AAAAAAAAHSE/NW3CC34S5a4/s320/abelincoln.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said to him, "Barack, I know Abe Lincoln, and you ain't Abe Lincoln." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;........Abraham Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3673020326354939936?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3673020326354939936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3673020326354939936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3673020326354939936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3673020326354939936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/abe-lincoln-was-really-smart.html' title='Abe Lincoln was really smart'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TKIX7oOs1PI/AAAAAAAAHSE/NW3CC34S5a4/s72-c/abelincoln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4072085265077057057</id><published>2010-09-23T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:02:21.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Children are quick!</title><content type='html'>From my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ? &lt;br /&gt;CLASS: Maria. &lt;br /&gt;____________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor? &lt;br /&gt;JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?' &lt;br /&gt;GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong &lt;br /&gt;GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it. &lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water? &lt;br /&gt;DONALD: H I J K L M N O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about? &lt;br /&gt;DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O. &lt;br /&gt;_________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago. &lt;br /&gt;WINNIE: Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty? &lt;br /&gt;GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with ' I. ' &lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: I is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.' &lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it.&amp;nbsp; Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him? &lt;br /&gt;LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Simon , tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating? &lt;br /&gt;SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's.. Did you copy his? &lt;br /&gt;CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested? &lt;br /&gt;HAROLD: A teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-4072085265077057057?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4072085265077057057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4072085265077057057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4072085265077057057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4072085265077057057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/children-are-quick.html' title='Children are quick!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8262698411708396576</id><published>2010-09-23T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:02:58.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Cartoon of the week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TJuyByALtuI/AAAAAAAAHRI/01vkhgXTUOw/s1600/threat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520201511944828642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TJuyByALtuI/AAAAAAAAHRI/01vkhgXTUOw/s400/threat.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 303px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8262698411708396576?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8262698411708396576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8262698411708396576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8262698411708396576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8262698411708396576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/cartoon-of-week.html' title='Cartoon of the week...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TJuyByALtuI/AAAAAAAAHRI/01vkhgXTUOw/s72-c/threat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-5822473380593034441</id><published>2010-09-20T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:59:32.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Just want coffee....</title><content type='html'>From my email --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and the other hand pulling a male buffalo.  He says to the waiter: "Want coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter says, "Sure, Chief. Coming right up." He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other.  He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter: "Want coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter says, "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday.  What was all that about, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Training for position in United States Congress.  Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like he's a Democrat, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-5822473380593034441?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5822473380593034441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=5822473380593034441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5822473380593034441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/5822473380593034441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-want-coffee.html' title='Just want coffee....'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8335578773283940930</id><published>2010-09-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:15:58.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Bible Facts, from Children</title><content type='html'>CAN YOU IMAGINE THE NUN SITTING AT HER DESK GRADING THESE PAPERS, ALL THE WHILE TRYING TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE AND MAINTAIN HER COMPOSURE!&lt;br /&gt;PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO THE WORDING AND SPELLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU KNOW THE BIBLE EVEN A LITTLE, YOU'LL FIND THIS HILARIOUS! IT COMES FROM A CATHOLIC ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEST. KIDS WERE ASKED QUESTIONS ABOUT THE OLD AND NEW TESTAMENTS. THE FOLLOWING STATEMENTS ABOUT THE BIBLE WERE WRITTEN BY CHILDREN. THEY HAVE NOT BEEN RETOUCHED OR CORRECTED. INCORRECT SPELLING HAS BEEN LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE BIBLE, GUINESSIS. GOD GOT TIRED OF CREATING THE WORLD SO HE TOOK THE SABBATH OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ADAM AND EVE WERE CREATED FROM AN APPLE TREE. NOAH 'S WIFE WAS JOAN OF ARK. NOAH BUILT AND ARK AND THE ANIMALS CAME ON IN PEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LOTS WIFE WAS A PILLAR OF SALT DURING THE DAY, BUT A BALL OF FIRE DURING THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE JEWS WERE A PROUD PEOPLE AND THROUGHOUT HISTORY THEY HAD TROUBLE WITH UNSYMPATHETIC GENITALS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SAMPSON WAS A STRONGMAN WHO LET HIMSELF BE LED ASTRAY BY A JEZEBEL LIKE DELILAH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SAMSON SLAYED THE PHILISTINES WITH THE AXE OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MOSES LED THE JEWS TO THE RED SEA WHERE THEY MADE UNLEAVENED BREAD,WHICH IS BREAD WITHOUT ANY INGREDIENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THE EGYPTIANS WERE ALL DROWNED IN THE DESSERT. AFTERWARDS, MOSES WENT UP TO MOUNT CYANIDE TO GET THE TEN COMMANDMENTS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE FIRST COMMANDMENTS WAS WHEN EVE TOLD ADAM TO EAT THE APPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT IS THOU SHALT NOT ADMIT ADULTERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. MOSES DIED BEFORE HE EVER REACHED CANADA THEN JOSHUA LED THE HEBREWS IN THE BATTLE OF GERITOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE GREATEST MIRICLE IN THE BIBLE IS WHEN JOSHUA TOLD HIS SON TO STAND STILL AND HE OBEYED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DAVID WAS A HEBREW KING WHO WAS SKILLED AT PLAYING THE LIAR. HE FOUGHT THE FINKELSTEINS, A RACE OF PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN BIBLICAL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. SOLOMON, ONE OF DAVIDS SONS, HAD 300 WIVES AND 700 PORCUPINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHEN MARY HEARD SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF JESUS, SHE SANG THE MAGNA CARTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHEN THE THREE WISE GUYS FROM THE EAST SIDE ARRIVED THEY FOUND JESUS IN THE MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. JESUS WAS BORN BECAUSE MARY HAD AN IMMACULATE CONTRAPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ST. JOHN THE BLACKSMITH DUMPED WATER ON HIS HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. JESUS ENUNCIATED THE GOLDEN RULE, WHICH SAYS TO DO UNTO OTHERS BEFORE THEY DO ONE TO YOU. HE ALSO EXPLAINED A MAN DOTH NOT LIVE BY SWEAT ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IT WAS A MIRICLE WHEN JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND MANAGED TO GET THE TOMBSTONE OFF THE ENTRANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21. THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THE LORD WERE CALLED THE 12 DECIBELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. THE EPISTELS WERE THE WIVES OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ONE OF THE OPPOSSUMS WAS ST. MATTHEW WHO WAS ALSO A TAXIMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ST. PAUL CAVORTED TO CHRISTIANITY, HE PREACHED HOLY ACRIMONY, WHICH IS ANOTHER NAME FOR MARRAIGE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. CHRISTIANS HAVE ONLY ONE SPOUSE. THIS IS CALLED MONOTONY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8335578773283940930?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8335578773283940930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8335578773283940930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8335578773283940930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8335578773283940930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/bible-facts-from-children.html' title='Bible Facts, from Children'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7966585291231097279</id><published>2010-09-14T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:17:07.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Conversion Tables for Engineers</title><content type='html'>1.  Ratio of an igloo’s circumference to its diameter = Eskimo Pi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 2000 pounds of Chinese soup = Won ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 millionth of a mouthwash = 1 microscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Time between slipping on a peel and smacking the pavement = 1 bananosecond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Weight an evangelist carries with God = 1 billigram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Time it takes to sail 220 yards at 1 nautical mile per hour = Knotfurlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 16.5 feet in the Twilight Zone = 1 Rod Serling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Half of a large intestine = 1 semicolon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 1,000,000 aches = 1 megahurtz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Basic unit of laryngitis = 1 hoarsepower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Shortest distance between two jokes = A straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 453.6 graham crackers = 1 pound cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 1 million-million microphones = 1 megaphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 2 million bicycles = 2 megacycles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 365.25 days = 1 unicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 2000 mockingbirds = 2 kilomockingbirds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 52 cards = 1 decacards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 1 kilogram of falling figs = 1 FigNewton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 1000 milliliters of wet socks = 1 literhosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 1 millionth of a fish = 1 microfiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. 1 trillion pins = 1 terrapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. 10 rations = 1 decoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. 100 rations = 1 C-ration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 2 monograms = 1 diagram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 4 nickels = 2 paradigms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. 2.4 statute miles of intravenous surgical tubing at Yale UniversityHospital = 1 IV League&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7966585291231097279?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7966585291231097279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7966585291231097279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7966585291231097279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7966585291231097279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversion-tables-for-engineers.html' title='Conversion Tables for Engineers'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2210682340082207239</id><published>2010-09-12T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:50:40.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Football?</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) What does the average Univ. of Florida player get on his SATs?……..Drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) What do you get when you put 32 West Virginia cheerleaders in one room?……..A full set of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) How do you get a Nebraska cheerleader into your dorm room?……..Grease her hips and push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) How do you get an Ohio State graduate off your porch?………Pay him for the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) How do you know if an Alabama football player has a girlfriend?……There is tobacco spit on both sides of his pickup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Why is the Kentucky football team like a possum?….Because they play dead at home and get killed on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) What are the longest three years of a Texas Longhorn football player’s life?……..His freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) How many Oklahoma freshmen does it take to change a light bulb?……..None. That’s a sophomore course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Where was O. J. Headed in the white Bronco?……. Durham , North Carolina. He knew that the police would never look at Duke for a Heisman Trophy winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you keep an FSU football player out of your front yard?Erect a goal post!&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY (drum roll and cymbal clash)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Why did Tennessee choose orange as their team color?……..You can wear it to the game on Saturday, hunting on Sunday, and picking up trash along the highways the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2210682340082207239?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2210682340082207239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2210682340082207239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2210682340082207239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2210682340082207239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-you-ready-for-football.html' title='Are You Ready for Football?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1881103863039993006</id><published>2010-09-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:43:33.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Obama's Classmate Speaks Out</title><content type='html'>They finally found someone who went to college with the President... here's a letter written by him (checked out on Snopes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wayne Allyn Root, June 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama is no fool. He is not incompetent. To the contrary, he is brilliant. He knows exactly what he's doing. He is purposely overwhelming the U.S. economy to create systemic failure, economic crisis and social chaos -- thereby destroying capitalism and our country from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama is my college classmate (Columbia University, class of '83). As Glenn Beck correctly predicted from day one, Obama is following the plan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cloward&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Piven&lt;/span&gt;, two professors at Columbia University. They outlined a plan to socialize America by overwhelming the system with government spending and entitlement demands.Add up the clues below. Taken individually they're alarming. Taken as a whole, it is a brilliant, Machiavellian game plan to turn the United States into a socialist/Marxist state with a permanent majority that desperately needs government for survival .. and can be counted on to always vote for bigger government. Why not? They have no responsibility to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Universal health care. The health care bill had very little to do with health care. It had everything to do with unionizing millions of hospital and health care workers, as well as adding 15,000 to 20,000 new IRS agents (who will join government employee unions). Obama doesn't care that giving free health care to 30 million Americans will add trillions to the national debt. What he does care about is that it cements the dependence of those 30 million voters to Democrats and big government. Who but a socialist revolutionary would pass this reckless spending bill in the middle of a depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Cap and trade. Like health care legislation having nothing to do with health care, cap and trade has nothing to do with global warming. It has everything to do with redistribution of income, government control of the economy and a criminal payoff to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; biggest contributors. Those powerful and wealthy unions and contributors (like GE, which owns NBC, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CNBC&lt;/span&gt;) can then be counted on to support everything Obama wants. They will kick-back hundreds of millions of dollars in contributions to Obama and the Democratic Party to keep them in power. The bonus is that all the new taxes on Americans with bigger cars, bigger homes and businesses helps Obama "spread the wealth around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico a state. Why? Who's asking for a 51st state? Who's asking for millions of new welfare recipients and government entitlement addicts in the middle of a depression? Certainly not American taxpayers. But this has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; plan all along. His goal is to add two new Democrat senators, five Democrat congressman and a million loyal Democratic voters who are dependent on big government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Legalize 12 million illegal immigrants. Just giving these 12 million potential new citizens free health care alone could overwhelm the system and bankrupt America. But it adds 12 million reliable new Democrat voters who can be counted on to support big government. Add another few trillion dollars in welfare, aid to dependent children, food stamps, free medical, education, tax credits for the poor, and eventually Social Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Stimulus and bailouts. Where did all that money go? It went to Democrat contributors, organizations (ACORN), and unions -- including billions of dollars to save or create jobs of government employees across the country. It went to save GM and Chrysler so that their employees could keep paying union dues. It went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AIG&lt;/span&gt; so that Goldman Sachs could be bailed out (after giving Obama almost $1 million in contributions). A staggering $125 billion went to teachers (thereby protecting their union dues). All those public employees will vote loyally Democrat to protect their bloated salaries and pensions that are bankrupting America. The country goes broke, future generations face a bleak future, but Obama, the Democrat Party, government, and the unions grow more powerful. The ends justify the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Raise taxes on small business owners, high-income earners, and job creators. Put the entire burden on only the top 20 percent of taxpayers, redistribute the income, punish success, and reward those who did nothing to deserve it (except vote for Obama). Reagan wanted to dramatically cut taxes in order to starve the government. Obama wants to dramatically raise taxes to starve his political opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the acts outlined above, Obama and his regime have created a vast and rapidly expanding constituency of voters dependent on big government; a vast privileged class of public employees who work for big government; and a government dedicated to destroying capitalism and installing themselves as socialist rulers by overwhelming the system.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Add $120 Billion that he sent to IMF against the approval or the will of the Congress as an executive order/action to take the American Citizen's Tax Payer money as a re-distribution of wealth to the Third World Nations !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add it up and you've got the perfect Marxist scheme -- all devised by my  Columbia University  college classmate Barack Obama using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cloward&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Piven&lt;/span&gt; Plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1881103863039993006?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1881103863039993006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1881103863039993006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1881103863039993006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1881103863039993006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/obamas-classmate-speaks-out.html' title='Obama&apos;s Classmate Speaks Out'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4686673220983454555</id><published>2010-09-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:51:14.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>Where Should I Retire?</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can retire to Phoenix, Arizona where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are willing to park 3 blocks away because you found shade.&lt;br /&gt;2. You've experienced condensation on your butt from the hot water in the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;3. You can drive for 4 hours in one direction and never leave town.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have over 100 recipes for Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;5. You know that "dry heat" is comparable to what hits you in the face when you open your oven door.&lt;br /&gt;6. The 4 seasons are: tolerable, hot, really hot, and ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can retire to California where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You make over $250,000 and you still can't afford to buy a house.&lt;br /&gt;2. The fastest part of your commute is going down your driveway.&lt;br /&gt;3. You know how to eat an artichoke.&lt;br /&gt;4. You drive your rented Mercedes to your neighborhood block party.&lt;br /&gt;5. When someone asks you how far something is, you tell them how long it will take to get there rather than how many miles away it is.&lt;br /&gt;6. The 4 seasons are: Fire, Flood, Mud, and Drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can retire to New York City where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You say "the city" and expect everyone to know you mean Manhattan .&lt;br /&gt;2. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.&lt;br /&gt;3. You think Central Park is "nature."&lt;br /&gt;4. You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.&lt;br /&gt;5. You've worn out a car horn. (ed note: if you have a car)&lt;br /&gt;6. You think eye contact is an act of aggression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; can retire to Maine where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You only have four spices: salt, pepper, ketchup, and Tabasco ....&lt;br /&gt;2. Halloween costumes fit over parkas.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have more than one recipe for moose.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sexy lingerie is anything flannel with less than eight buttons.&lt;br /&gt;5. The four seasons are: winter, still winter, almost winter, and construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can retire to the Deep South where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can rent a movie and buy bait in the same store.&lt;br /&gt;2. "Y'all" is singular and "all y'all" is plural.&lt;br /&gt;3. "He needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;killin&lt;/span&gt;'" is a valid defense.&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone has 2 first names: Billy Bob, Jimmy Bob, Mary Sue, Betty Jean, Mary Beth, etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everything is either "in yonder," "over yonder" or "out yonder." It's important to know the difference, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can retire to Colorado where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You carry your $3,000 mountain bike atop your $500 car&lt;br /&gt;2. You tell your husband to pick up Granola on his way home and so he stops at the day care center.&lt;br /&gt;3. A pass does not involve a football or dating.&lt;br /&gt;4. The top of your head is bald, but you still have a pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can retire to the Midwest where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've never met any celebrities, but the mayor knows your name.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;4. You end sentences with a preposition: "Where's my coat at?"&lt;br /&gt;5. When asked how your trip was to any exotic place, you say, "It was different!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND You can retire to Florida where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You eat dinner at 3:15 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;2. All purchases include a coupon of some kind -- even houses and cars.&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone can recommend an excellent dermatologist.&lt;br /&gt;4. Road construction never ends anywhere in the state.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cars in front of you often appear to be driven by headless people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-4686673220983454555?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4686673220983454555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4686673220983454555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4686673220983454555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4686673220983454555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-should-i-retire.html' title='Where Should I Retire?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-1194242225564312466</id><published>2010-09-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:37:01.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Care'/><title type='text'>Maxine speaks out on health care...</title><content type='html'>Let me get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be "gifted" with a health care plan we are forced to purchase and fined if we don't, written by a committee whose chairman says he doesn't understand it, passed by a Congress  that hasn't read it but exempts themselves from it, to be signed by a president who also smokes, with funding administered by a treasury chief who didn't pay his taxes, to be overseen by a  surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country that's broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     What the hell could possibly go wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-1194242225564312466?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1194242225564312466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=1194242225564312466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1194242225564312466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/1194242225564312466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/maxine-speaks-out-on-health-care.html' title='Maxine speaks out on health care...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-9140199833078598884</id><published>2010-09-01T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:38:33.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Letter from Michelle</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only the second time in my adult life, I am not ashamed of my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the hard working American people for paying 242 thousand dollars plus additional expenses for my vacation in Spain.  My daughter Sasha, several long-time family friends, my personal staff and various guests had a wonderful time.  Honestly, you just haven't lived until you have stayed in a $2,500 per night suite at a 5-Star luxury hotel.  We only booked 70 rooms for our friends, staff and family. Thank you also for the use of Air Force 2 and the 70 Secret Service personnel who tagged along to be sure we were safe and cared for at all times.&lt;br /&gt;Air Force 2 only used 47,500 gallons of jet fuel for this trip and carbon emissions were a mere 1,031 tons of CO2. It costs only $11,500 per hour to operate Air Force 2 and each additional plane for the other members of our party group. These are only rough estimates, but they are close (who's counting?). That's quite a carbon footprint as my good friend Al Gore would say, so we must ask the American citizens to drive smaller, more fuel efficient cars and drive less too, so we can lessen our combined carbon footprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know times are hard and millions of you are struggling to put food on the table and trying to make ends meet. I do appreciate your sacrifice and do hope you find work soon.  I was really exhausted after Barack took our family on a luxury vacation in Maine a few weeks ago. I just had to get away for a few days.  Will write more from Martha's Vineyard where we will spend our sixth vacation this year with more of our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordially,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-9140199833078598884?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9140199833078598884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=9140199833078598884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9140199833078598884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/9140199833078598884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-from-michelle.html' title='Letter from Michelle'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4660440814767152435</id><published>2010-08-14T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:00:15.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><title type='text'>A lack of respect here... payback!</title><content type='html'>A lawyer and a senior citizen are sitting next to each other on a long flight.  The lawyer is thinking that seniors are so dumb that he could get one over on them easy.  So the lawyer asks if the senior would like to play a fun game. The senior is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and tries to catch a few winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer persists saying that the game is a lot of fun.  I ask you a question, and if you don’t know the answer, you pay me only $5.  Then you ask me one, and if I don’t know the answer, I will pay you $500, he says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catches the senior’s attention and to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game. The lawyer asks the first question.  ‘What’s the distance from the Earth to the Moon?’ The senior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t say a word, but reaches into his pocket, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s the senior’s turn.  He asks the lawyer, ‘What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?’ The lawyer uses his laptop and searches all references he could find on the Net.  He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows; all to no avail.  After an hour of searching, he finally gives up.  He wakes the senior and hands him $500.  The senior pockets the $500 and goes right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer.  He wakes the senior up and asks, ‘Well, so what goes up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hill with&lt;/span&gt; three legs and comes down with four?’ The senior reaches into his pocket, hands the lawyer $5 and goes back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-4660440814767152435?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4660440814767152435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4660440814767152435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4660440814767152435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4660440814767152435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/lack-of-respect-here-payback.html' title='A lack of respect here... payback!'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7365894589670407910</id><published>2010-08-12T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:29:26.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Democrats budget mess...</title><content type='html'>The Washington Post "reported" recently about Obama inheriting a huge deficit from Bush. Amazingly enough,........a lot of people swallow this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once more, a short civics lesson. Budgets do not come from the White House. They come from Congress, and the party that controlled Congress since January 2007 is the Democrat Party. They controlled the budget process for FY 2008 and FY 2009, as well as FY 2010 and FY 2011. In that first year, they had to contend with George Bush, which caused them to compromise on spending, when Bush somewhat belatedly got tough on spending increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For FY 2009 though, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid bypassed George Bush entirely, passing continuing resolutions to keep government running until Barack Obama could take office. At that time, they passed a massive omnibus spending bill to complete the FY 2009 budgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where was Barack Obama during this time? He was a member of that very Congress that passed all of these massive spending bills, and he signed the omnibus bill as President to complete FY 2009. Let's remember what the deficits looked like during that period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TGiiHLzVwrI/AAAAAAAAHAY/KljG9inuKwI/s1600/fedbudget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505828788771340978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TGiiHLzVwrI/AAAAAAAAHAY/KljG9inuKwI/s400/fedbudget.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the Democrats inherited any deficit, it was the FY 2007 deficit, the last of the Republican budgets. That deficit was the lowest in five years, and the fourth straight decline in deficit spending. After that, Democrats in Congress took control of spending, and that includes Barack Obama, who voted for the budgets. If Obama inherited anything, he inherited it from himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, what Obama is saying is I inherited a deficit that I voted for and then I voted to expand that deficit four-fold since January 20th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7365894589670407910?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7365894589670407910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7365894589670407910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7365894589670407910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7365894589670407910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/democrats-budget-mess.html' title='The Democrats budget mess...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDOjVzS09RM/TGiiHLzVwrI/AAAAAAAAHAY/KljG9inuKwI/s72-c/fedbudget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-4988118076759693512</id><published>2010-08-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:08:51.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Things we don't hear any more...</title><content type='html'>From my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to refill the ice trays, we’re going to have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for the postman, I want to get this letter to Willie in the mail today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit slamming the screen door when you go out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure and pull the windows down when you leave, it looks like a shower is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to wind the clock before you go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your feet before you go to bed, you’ve been playing outside all day barefooted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you remember to roll up your britches legs? Getting them caught in the bicycle chain so many times is tearing them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have torn the knees out of that pair of pants so many times there is nothing left to put a patch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you go outside with your school clothes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go comb your hair, it looks like the rats have nested in it all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure and pour the cream off the top of the milk when you open the new bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that empty bottle to the store with you so you won’t have to pay a deposit on another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a dish towel over the cake so the flies won’t get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit jumping on the floor! I have a cake in the oven and you are going to make it fall if you don’t quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when the Fuller Brush man comes by, I need to get a few things from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You boys stay close by, the car may not start and I will need you to help push it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a dollar in my purse, get 5 gallons of gas when you go to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the back door and see if we can get a breeze through here, it is getting hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can walk to the store; it won’t hurt you to get some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sit too close to the TV. It is hard on your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pull that stunt again, I am going to wear you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lose that button; I’ll sew it back on after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash under your neck before you come to the table, you have beads of dirt and sweat all under there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out from under the sewing machine; pumping it messes up the thread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure and fill the lamps this morning so we don’t have to do that tonight in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, take this old magazine to the toilet with you when you go, we are almost out of paper out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out to the well and draw a bucket of water so I can wash dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t turn the radio on now, I want the battery to be up when the Grand Ole Opry comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I don’t have 10 cents for you to go to the show. Do you think money grows on trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat those turnips, they’ll make you big and strong like your daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dog is NOT coming in this house! I don’t care how cold it is out there, dogs don’t stay in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit still! I’m trying to get your hair cut straight and you keep moving and it is all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush your mouth! I don’t want to hear words like that! I’ll wash your mouth out with soap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for your system to be cleaned out. I am going to give you a dose of castor oil tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a spanking in school and I find out about it, you’ll get another one when you get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit crossing your eyes! They will get stuck that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soak your foot in this pan of kerosene so that bad cut won’t get infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take your driving test, don’t forget to signal each turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left arm straight out the window for a left turn;   left arm bent up at the elbow for a right turn;&lt;br /&gt;and straight down to the side of the door when you are going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s: ‘Yes Ma’am!’ and ‘No Ma’am!’ to me, young man, and don’t you forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’all come back now, ya hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-4988118076759693512?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4988118076759693512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=4988118076759693512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4988118076759693512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/4988118076759693512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-we-dont-hear-any-more.html' title='Things we don&apos;t hear any more...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-6286551033824841342</id><published>2010-08-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:01:34.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>A Tool Glossary...</title><content type='html'>From my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DRILL PRESS: A tall upright machine useful for suddenly snatching flat metal bar stock out of your hands so that it smacks you in the chest and flings your beer across the room, splattering it against that freshly-stained heirloom piece you were drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIRE WHEEL: Cleans paint off bolts and then throws them somewhere under the workbench with the speed of light. Also removes fingerprints and hard-earned guitar calluses from fingers in about the time it takes you to say, “Ouch….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTRIC HAND DRILL: Normally used for spinning pop rivets in their holes until you die of old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLIERS: Used to round off bolt heads. Sometimes used in the creation of blood-blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HACKSAW: One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board principle. It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more dismal your future becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISE-GRIPS: Generally used after pliers to further round off bolt heads. If nothing else is available, they can also be used to transfer intense welding heat to the palm of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OXYACETYLENE TORCH: Used almost entirely for lighting various flammable objects in your shop on fire. Also handy for igniting the grease inside the wheel hub you want the bearing race out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITWORTH SOCKETS: Once used for working on older British cars and motorcycles, they are now used mainly for impersonating that 9/16 or 1/2 socket you’ve been searching for the last 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYDRAULIC FLOOR JACK: Used for lowering an automobile to the ground after you have installed your new brake shoes, trapping the jack handle firmly under the bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT-FOOT LONG DOUGLAS FIR 2X4: Used for levering an automobile upward off of a trapped hydraulic jack handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWEEZERS: A tool for removing wood splinters and wire wheel wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Z OUT BOLT AND STUD EXTRACTOR: A tool ten times harder than any known drill bit that snaps off in bolt holes you couldn’t use anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO-TON ENGINE HOIST: A tool for testing the tensile strength on everything you forgot to disconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAFTSMAN 1/2 x 16-INCH SCREWDRIVER: A large prybar that inexplicably has an accurately machined screwdriver tip on the end opposite the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVIATION METAL SNIPS: See hacksaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE LIGHT: The home mechanic’s own tanning booth. Sometimes called a drop light, it is a good source of vitamin D, “the sunshine vitamin,” which is not otherwise found under cars at night. Health benefits aside, it’s main purpose is to consume 40-watt light bulbs at about the same rate that 105-mm howitzer shells might be used during, say, the first few hours of the Battle of the Bulge.  More often dark than light, its name is somewhat misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHILLIPS SCREWDRIVER: Normally used to stab the vacuum seals under lids and for opening old-style paper-and-tin oil cans and splashing oil on your shirt; but can also be used, as the name implies, to strip out Phillips screw heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIR COMPRESSOR: A machine that takes energy produced in a coal-burning power plant 200 miles away and transforms it into compressed air that travels by hose to a Chicago Pneumatic impact wrench that grips rusty bolts which were last over tightened 50 years ago by someone at Ford, and neatly rounds off their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRY BAR: A tool used to crumple the metal surrounding that clip or bracket you needed to remove in order to replace a 50 cent part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSE CUTTER: A tool used to cut hoses too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAMMER: Originally employed as a weapon of war, the hammer nowadays is used as a kind of divining rod to locate the most  expensive parts not far from the object we are trying to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MECHANIC’S KNIFE: Used to open and slice through the contents of cardboard cartons delivered to your front door; works  particularly well on contents such as seats, vinyl records, liquids in plastic bottles, collector magazines, refund checks, and rubber or plastic parts. Especially useful for slicing work clothes, but only while in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT TOOL: Any handy tool that you grab and throw across the garage while yelling&lt;br /&gt;“DAMMIT” at the top of your lungs. It is also the next tool that you will need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPLETIVE: A balm, also referred to as mechanic’s lube, usually applied verbally in hindsight, which somehow eases those pains and indignities following our every deficiency in foresight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-6286551033824841342?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6286551033824841342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=6286551033824841342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6286551033824841342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/6286551033824841342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/tool-glossary.html' title='A Tool Glossary...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-3587215532328075004</id><published>2010-08-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:03:41.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Greek fisherman wisdom</title><content type='html'>A boat docked in a tiny Greek island.  A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and asked how long it took to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not very long.” they answered in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishermen explained that their small catches were sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But what do you do with the rest of your time?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives.  In the afternoons we have a snack at the beach or go into the village to see our friends at the Kafenio, have a few drinks and play tavli.  In the evenings we go to a taverna play the bouzouki and sing a few songs, maybe break a plate or two.  We have a full life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tourist interrupted,  “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you!  You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch.  With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And after that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ”With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers.  Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Athens or even London . From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How long would that take?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years.” replied the tourist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And after that?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Afterwards? Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the tourist, laughing.  “When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Millions? Really?  And after that?” asked the fishermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“With all due respect, that’s exactly what we are doing now.  So what’s the point wasting twenty-five years?” asked the Greek fishermen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-3587215532328075004?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3587215532328075004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=3587215532328075004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3587215532328075004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/3587215532328075004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/greek-fisherman-wisdom.html' title='Greek fisherman wisdom'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2424937422221124588</id><published>2010-08-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:22:06.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Why California is broke...</title><content type='html'>From my email --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Governor of California is jogging with his dog along a nature trail.  A coyote jumps out, bites the Governor and attacks his dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Governor starts to intervene, but reflects upon the movie "Bambi" and then realizes he should stop; the coyote is only doing what is natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  He calls animal control. Animal Control captures coyote and bills the State $200 testing it for diseases and $500 for relocating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He calls a veterinarian. The vet collects the dead dog and bills the State $200 testing it for diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Governor goes to hospital and spends $3,500 getting checked for diseases from the coyote and on getting his bite wound bandaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The running trail gets shut down for 6 months while Fish &amp;amp; Game conducts a $100,000 survey to make sure the area is free of dangerous animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The Governor spends $50,000 in state funds implementing a "coyote awareness" program for residents of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The State Legislature spends $2 million to study how to better treat rabies and how to permanently eradicate the disease throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The Governor's security agent is fired for not stopping the attack somehow and for letting the Governor attempt to intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Additional cost to State of California : $75,000 to hire and train a new security agent with additional special training re: the nature of coyotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. PETA protests the coyote's relocation and files suit against the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Governor of  Arizona is jogging with her dog along a nature trail.  A Coyote jumps out and attacks her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Governor shoots the coyote with her State-issued pistol and keeps jogging. The Governor has spent $0.50 on a .45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACP&lt;/span&gt; hollow point cartridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Buzzards eat the dead coyote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why California is broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2424937422221124588?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2424937422221124588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2424937422221124588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2424937422221124588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2424937422221124588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-california-is-broke.html' title='Why California is broke...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-7279323097991719417</id><published>2010-08-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:30:03.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Proofreading is a Dying Art...</title><content type='html'>From my email ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man Kills Self Before Shooting Wife and Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I caught in the SGV Tribune the other day and called the Editorial Room and asked who wrote this. It took two or three readings before the editor realized that what he was reading was impossible!!! They put in a correction the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No crap, really? Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's taking things a bit far! (I want to join the force)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miners Refuse to Work after Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-good-for-nothing' lazy so-and-so's! See what happens with unions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if that works any better than a fair trial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;War Dims Hope for Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see where it might have that effect! Its just dimmed not out of the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be on to something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He probably IS the battery charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weren't they fat enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what he gets for eating those beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------- ---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids Make Nutritious Snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they taste like chicken? (Damn I let mine grow up and move away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chainsaw Massacre all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, are they tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I read that right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-7279323097991719417?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7279323097991719417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=7279323097991719417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7279323097991719417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/7279323097991719417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/proofreading-is-dying-art.html' title='Proofreading is a Dying Art...'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-8845325129599960957</id><published>2010-07-29T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:31:31.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puns'/><title type='text'>More puns for the like-minded</title><content type='html'>1. The fattest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other:  'You stay here; I'll go on a head.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: 'Keep off the Grass.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The midget fortune teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. In a democracy it's your vote that counts. In feudalism it's your count that votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When cannibals ate a missionary they got a taste of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you jumped off the bridge in Paris you'd be in Seine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A vulture boards an airplane carrying two dead raccoons.  The stewardess looks at him and says, 'I'm sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Two fish swim into a concrete wall.  One turns to the other and says, 'Dam!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, 'I've lost my electron.' The other says 'Are you sure?' The first replies, 'Yes, I'm positive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal?  His goal: transcend dental medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. There was the person who sent ten puns to friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-8845325129599960957?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8845325129599960957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=8845325129599960957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8845325129599960957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/8845325129599960957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-puns-for-like-minded.html' title='More puns for the like-minded'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-2532551741577755429</id><published>2010-07-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:38:13.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A cruise ship diary</title><content type='html'>DEAR DIARY -  DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All packed for the cruise ship — all my nicest dresses,  swimsuits, short sets.  Really, really  exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  local Red Hat chapter – The Late Bloomers decided on this “all-girls”  trip.  It  will be my first one, – and I can’t  wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR  DIARY – DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire day at sea, beautiful.  Saw whales and  dolphins.  Met the Captain today — seems like a very nice  man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR  DIARY – DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the pool today.  Did some shuffleboard, hit golf  balls off the deck. Captain invited me to join him at his table for  dinner.  Felt honored and had a wonderful time.  He is very  attractive and  attentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR  DIARY – DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won  $800.00 in the ship’s casino.  Captain asked me to have dinner with him  in his own cabin. Had a scrumptious meal complete with caviar and  champagne.  He asked me to stay the night, but I declined.  Told him  I could not be unfaithful to my  husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR  DIARY – DAY 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool again today. Got sunburned, and I went inside to  drink at piano-bar, stayed there for rest of day.  Captain saw me, bought  me several large drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really is quite charming.  Again asked me to  visit his cabin for the night.  Again I declined.  He told me, if I  did not let him have his way with me, he would sink the ship…  I was  shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR  DIARY – DAY 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saved 2600  lives.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-2532551741577755429?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2532551741577755429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=2532551741577755429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2532551741577755429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/2532551741577755429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/07/cruise-ship-diary.html' title='A cruise ship diary'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30537721.post-952133090699794714</id><published>2010-07-22T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:54:00.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerospace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Trains, Wagons, Horse's Asses?</title><content type='html'>Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Railroad  tracks.  The US  standard railroad gauge (distance between the  rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd  number.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why  was that gauge used? Because that's the way they built them in  England, and English expatriates designed the  US   railroads.     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Why  did the English build them like that? Because the first rail  lines were built by the same people who built the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-railroad  tramways, and that's the gauge they used.     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Why  did 'they' use that gauge then? Because the people who built  the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they had used  for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Why  did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing? Well,  if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would  break on some of the old, long distance roads in   England, because that's the spacing of the wheel ruts.      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So  who built those old rutted roads? Imperial  Rome built  the first long distance roads in Europe (including   England ) for their legions. Those roads have been used  ever since.     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And  the ruts in the roads? Roman war chariots formed the initial  ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying  their wagon wheels. Since  the chariots were made for Imperial  Rome, they were all  alike in the matter of wheel spacing. Therefore the United  States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is  derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman  war chariot. Bureaucracies live forever.    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So  the next time you are handed a specification/procedure/process  and wonder 'What horse's ass came up with this?', you may be  exactly right. Imperial Roman army chariots were made just  wide enough to accommodate the rear ends of two war horses.  (Two horses' asses.)   Now,  the twist to the story:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, there are  two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel  tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SRBs&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SRBs&lt;/span&gt; are  made by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thiokol&lt;/span&gt; at their factory in  Utah   The engineers  who designed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SRBs&lt;/span&gt; would have preferred to make them a bit  fatter, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SRBs&lt;/span&gt; had to be shipped by train from the  factory to the launch site. The railroad line from the factory  happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SRBs&lt;/span&gt;  had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel is slightly wider  than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now  know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds.    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So,  a major Space Shuttle design feature of what is arguably the  world's most advanced transportation system was determined  over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  you thought being a horse's ass wasn't important? Ancient  horse's asses control almost everything...  and CURRENT  Horses Asses in Washington are controlling everything  else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30537721-952133090699794714?l=randysbusylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/feeds/952133090699794714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30537721&amp;postID=952133090699794714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/952133090699794714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30537721/posts/default/952133090699794714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randysbusylife.blogspot.com/2010/07/trains-wagons-horses-asses.html' title='Trains, Wagons, Horse&apos;s Asses?'/><author><name>Randy Seaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477703429102065294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbyQ5jjB0zA/TwHrfh5dR6I/AAAAAAAAJd8/hkvGGK5RedU/s220/randyseaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
