Posted on 01/30/2011 5:02:22 PM PST by Kathy in Alaska
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YES!
Hey Tomkow did you hear Walgreens going sell thier own brand of alcohol includinG BEER WINE and Vodka
Going be under Walgreen brand they try get the uppper crust people that drink that stuff
OH OH Young Egyptians are going be tick off
BreakingNews Breaking News
Egypt’s last operating Internet Service Provider is now down - BBC http://bbc.in/gsjWCQ
Tanks, unique, for the tank!!
Luv.....#50!!
tom.....#100!!
You batching it? Burritos and beer sounds like a good combination.
I was batching it, over the weekend. Nana went to Phoenix to help the FlyBoy with some stuff.
Stay safe, tom...nasty weather.
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What a great story, Dubya....thank you for your time. ((HUGS))
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Welcome to the Canteen, corvus...glad you enjoyed Lt Col Zeamer’s story.
I WILL ALWAYS TRY TO BE UGLY
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.
The combination of these things, combined with a life spent outside, had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side; his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come into their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction.
If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.
If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day, Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.
Even in the greatest pain, that ugly, battled, scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me, completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me what true beauty is.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love, truly and deeply - to give my total to those I cared for.
CleanPun
When the clock factory caught fire, second hand smoke was everywhere.
“I don’t know why some people change churches; what difference does it make which one you stay home from?”
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What a great link, HJ...I will get my Dad to watch it.
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Any update on finding a match for Army pilot Harsh?
Thanks, Dubya, for the story.
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Glad you enjoyed the story of Lt Col Zeamer, Jr. Another hero!
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Have you made it safely through your multiple storms? Did you have to try to make it to work? Stay safe!
No the weather messed him up bad. As soon as the weather gets to where I can go to my Dr. I am going to see if I match and how I can get other friends on the donate deal.
Thank you for checking.
You sure do a good job. Jim Robinson will give you a big hug.
Here is Robinson Jeffers’s elegy for Haig, a beloved pet.
The House Dog’s Grave
I’ve changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the nights through
I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to readand I fear often grieving for me
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
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