Stop the New Year’s Resolutions

Bad Hair Day

When asked, some folks came up with very different imagative resolutions, clearly thought out ?? Add your resolutions

2010 – The Year of Beauty

So this is the Year of Beauty! This is the year for women and MEN to appreciate their body type. “Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.” ~ Hal Borland Click:

All American Face

by Leysa Lowery

What is the all-American face?
Some say it’s white —
Others argue it should be
The face of a Native American —
Others say it’s the faces of
Their children, sweet and innocent,
Or the svelte model
On the cover of the sports magazine —
Or maybe the smiling basketball star —
Or Norman Rockwell’s subject
In a Sunday-go-to-meeting suit.

I saw the all-American face today.
It was worn by a soldier
Dressed in desert camouflage.
He/she was white/black/brown
He/she was smiling
Waving at the camera
Telling his/her spouse/mother/child
“I love you!”
“I’m OK!”
It was a beautiful face
An all-American face.


Tavern on the Green – Closing

Tavern on the Green is part of the history of Central Park, New York. 

Central Park makes New York City more than the cold canyons of  skyscrapers, most people think. Central Park is located in the middle of the city. Tavern on the Green located at Central Park at West 67th Street, New York, NY 10023, became a restaurant in 1934…..for more click

My First Christmas Adventure with Grandma

I’m enjoying the Christmas emails:

Enjoy. This is truly a nice story.

 I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma.  I was just a kid.  I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb:  “There is no Santa Claus,”  she jeered.  “Even dummies know that!”

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.   I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.   I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.   I knew they were
world-famous, because Grandma said so.   It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm.   Between bites, I told her everything.   She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus!” she snorted.   “Ridiculous! Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes
me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”

“Go?  Go where, Grandma?” I asked.   I hadn’t even finished my second world-famous, cinnamon bun.   “Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything.   As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.   That was a bundle
in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for someone who needs it. 

I’ll wait for you in the car.”   Then she turned and walked out of Kerby’s.

I was only eight years old.    I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.   The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.   For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew:   my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.   I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.   He was a kid with bad breath
and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.Pollock’s grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat.   I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter.   His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all of us kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t have a cough, and
he didn’t have a coat.   I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.   It looked real warm, and he would like that.  “Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.  “Yes,” I replied shyly.  “It’s …. for Bobby.”   The nice lady smiled at me.   I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote on the package, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” — Grandma said that Santa
always insisted on secrecy.   Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk.   Then Grandma gave me a nudge.  “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.   Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door
to open.   Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes.   That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous.  Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.


He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

Walking the Dog

This emails made the rounds – FUNNY


A WOMAN was flying from Seattle to San Francisco . Unexpectedly, the plane was diverted to Sacramento along the way. The flight attendant explained that there would be a delay, and if the passengers wanted to get off the aircraft the plane would re-board in 50 minutes. 

Everybody got off the plane except one lady who was blind. The man had noticed her as he walked by and could tell the lady was blind because her Seeing Eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of her throughout the entire flight. 

He could also tell she had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached her, and calling her by name, said, ‘Kathy, we are in Sacramento for almost an hour. Would you like to get off and stretch your legs?’ The blind lady replied, ‘No thanks, but maybe Buddy would 
like to stretch his legs.’

Picture this:
All the people in the gate area came to a complete standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a Seeing Eye dog! The pilot was even wearing sunglasses. People scattered. They not only tried to change planes, but they were trying to change airlines!

True story.. Have a great day and remember…

A Sampling of Winter in New York

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Let’s start at Central Park in Manhattan, because most visitors to New York stay at hotels in the City. The ice skating rink at Rockefeller Center is well-known the world over. The Central Park Lake was drained to a level that eased the ice to freeze each year……

Cameras, Cameras, Cameras

As we continue the holiday season, there will be lots of pictures. Some people may get that new camera as a Christmas present or special occasion gift. Some children will receive their first camera. Cameras have evolved camera phones…..Click more of the story:

TGIF ~ Christmas E-Mail


 My friends are in the Christmas spirit, so I’ll be sharing the season’s greetings with all of you!

I have a list of people I know, all logged in my computer,
And now at Christmas time I have gone to take a look.
And that is when I realize that these names are a part,
Not of the computer they’re stored in, but of my heart.

For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime,
And in that meeting they’ve become the rhythm in each rhyme.
And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim,
I feel that I’m composed of each remembered name.

And whether I have known you for many years or few,
In some way you have been a part of shaping things I do.
And now that Christmas has come, I realize anew,
The best gift life can offer is having friends like you.

~author unknown~

Merry Christmas