Uncle Seamus

From the email inbox:

Mick and Paddy have made a promise to their uncle.

They had an Uncle Seamus who was a seafaring gent all his life and a while
before he passed away, he made the boys promise to bury him at sea.

Of course he did pass away and the boys remembered to keep their promise.
So off they set with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded
onto their rowing boat.

After a while Mick says, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?”

Without a word Paddy slips over the side only to be standing in water up to
his knees. “Dis’ll never do Mick. Let’s row some more.”

After a bit more rowing Paddy slips over the side again but the water is
only up to his belly, so on they row.

Again Mick asks Paddy, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Paddy?”

Once again Paddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, “No dis’ll
neva do.” The water was only up to his chest.

So on they row and row and row when finally Paddy slips over the side and
disappears! Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really getting
himself into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for
breath.

“Well is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?”

“Aye it tis! Can yer hand me da shovel?”

Something They Have In Common

My mother and Eric Clapton have something in common.
Both are English. Her parents came from the Manchester area of England.
Of course Clapton was born in the UK.
But the thing they do share is the same date: March 30, 2004.
Mother passed away the same day as Clapton’s birthday.
She had just turned 88, as her birthday was March 18.
Ma, always thinking of you.

I feel like …..

Below is an anonymous quote that I can vouch for. With this damn head cold, that is now slowly going away, I could not get my head to wrap around in responding to the comments left on the past several posts. It will be probably be a couple or more days of sporadic posting.

Be well, everyone.

i-feel-like-shit-but-ill-still-smile-because-id-rather-not

Source of quote

New Best Seller: How To Understand Women

Note: When I took a break from blogging, the very next day, I came down with a nasty head cold. And it happened on the first day of spring. So my thinking is still bit foggy. With that said, here is a bit of humor from the email inbox.

Thought you should know that the abridged version of “Understanding Women” is finally out in paperback._Howto

Hiatus

When I first started blogging, the main intention was writing, which was what I was doing. I know I have strayed away from it. My problem is, is that when I call it a night, there are times I’ll be laying in bed, and next the thing, an idea pops into my head on what to write, from beginning to end, but I’m not one of those to get up, turn on the laptop, and write. Come morning, I don’t bother to write what came into my head. My bad.

So, I’ve decided that for a few days, maybe more an hiatus, and take a long look at what I am going to do with this blog. In the mean time, I will check out some of the blogs that I follow.

Meaning of the Resurrection

From the email inbox:

Got to love this kid…

  MEANING OF THE RESURRECTION
           A Baptist pastor was presenting a children’s sermon. During the sermon, he asked the children if they knew what the resurrection was.  
Now, asking questions during children’s sermons is crucial, but at the same time, asking children questions in front of a congregation can also be very dangerous.
         Having asked the children if they knew the meaning of the resurrection, a little boy raised his hand……..ATT0000111
The pastor called on him and the little boy said,   “I know that if you have a resurrection that lasts more than four hours you are supposed to call the doctor.”  
It took over ten minutes for the congregation to settle down enough for the service to continue.

On Being Homeless

This is a true story about being homeless.

It all began in 2008, when I got laid off from the job that I had since 1997. I was getting a lot overtime, sometimes starting as early as 4:00 in the morning, and sometimes working till almost 9:00 pm.
So I was making good money, then in the mid 2000s, the OT started to slowly dwindle. Then there were the weeks if I was lucky to get in full weeks worth of work. In January of 2008, I was let go. That was a big shock to the system.

Up next was collecting unemployment. That’s when things started getting iffy. I was slowly getting behind on the bills, then the notifying my landlord, that I was out of work, and he was understanding about it. He let me work off some of the rent, by doing some cleaning up of the property, and doing some painting.

Now comes August of the following year. My unemployment dried up, plus I got fed up looking for work, as few if any was hiring. So now, I’m caught in a Catch 22 situation. With no money, donated some of my furniture, and other stuff to a church, which was located across the street. Next it was to a motel, for a few days, that my sons paid for, then I realized that something had to be done.

I was referred to a homeless shelter, which was recommended by Elder Services. So I went to the shelter, with reservations, as I have always heard some bad shit about them. The shelter isn’t the greatest, but you do what you have to do. Your out into the street all day, and if the weather sucks, then your just plain miserable. I would spend a lot of time in the local library, and then head back to the shelter just before 5:00 pm. I did this for seven weeks, when finally one of the workers at the shelter, gave me the good news, that was giving me my own room, and away from the maddening crowd.

While I was upstairs, there were other people, I believe 14-15 of them. Some male and few females. I won’t get into what the goings were. Anyways, while I was there, I started looking for work again, and I went back to the unemployment office, and found out that they owed me over $3,000 in back unemployment payments. Now things were starting to look better. I opened a new bank account, and banked most of it. Hit the lottery a couple of times, which was around $300.00 or close to that. In January of 2010, finally got a part-time job. Then at the end of February I finally got an apartment, that I can call my own, and come and go as I please.

Today, I have since moved into a one-bedroom apartment, which I share with a partner that I met, when both became homeless at the same time. She is a wonderful person, and we get along great. It will be two years, this March 19 that we have been living together. We have gotten a new couch, cocktail table, two end tables comfortable recliner for her, and a wide screen TV.

Now that I am retired, my life has being very good, and now I can enjoy life.

The reason I wrote this, it has been something that I’ve been wanting to get off my chest, but couldn’t seem to get my head around it. What pushed me to write this now, was in a response to a comment on a post that I wrote: Liberal. The comment was about homeless people are either drug users, or have mental problems. Reading that, kind of pissed me off. Homelessness can happen to anyone. It doesn’t matter what race you are, have lost a job, lost a home due to a fire, or for numerous other reasons.

So if you want to know what its like to be homeless, take a walk in my shoes, or anyone else who is homeless, and then get back to me and tell me what the feeling is like. It is not a good one at all.

A Pondering Mind 2014

Liberal

What do our opponents mean when they apply to us the label
Liberal? If by Liberal they mean, as they want people to believe,
someone who is soft in his policies abroad, who is against local
government, and who is unconcerned with the taxpayer’s dollar,
then … we are not that kind of Liberal. But if by a Liberal
they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone
who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who
cares about the welfare of the people — their health, their
housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, and
their civil liberties — someone who believes we can break
through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies
abroad, if that is what they mean by a Liberal, then I’m proud
to say I’m a Liberal.

— John F. Kennedy

The above quote by the 35th President of the US, should be heeded
by the right-wingers, and the so-called Tea Party politicians. Sadly
it is not their want. They rather see people lose their jobs, deny them
health care, food and other necessities of life.

They get their jollies off, bashing the current president, repeatedly
lying for just about everything he says and does. It just doesn’t make
any sense at all.

I could go on, but I’m sure you’ll get what I am saying.

Quote found on Wisdom Quotes