i agreed ....

recently given to me by email....

this should be posted in all schools and work places...

Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2 : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

If you agree, pass it on.
If you can read this - Thank a teacher!
If you are reading it in English - Thank a soldier!

happy birthday George.

...needless to say.. all of wiebeville was happy i made bread...
hopefully my dear friend was as well.

the go ings.

the goings

the goings of me

the not so going

the want to be going

the sigh of have to be going

the not going

the off i am going

the going going gong show

the rip roar gust of going

the just ripped off going

the wish i was going

the what have i done to be going...

the wonder of go.


go

go

go.

Its spice time

Well tonight i am making Butter Chicken with lovely jasmine rice, and two types of samosas. One with beef and one with chicken(not traditional-but excellent for over zealous taste buds that refuse indian spice) and for dessert, a cream peach cake... Now really doesn't that sound quite good? oye better go get those spices spicing! mmmmm my nose is so excited.

i may have to turn some music on......and put on a suit. i have bells!

* oh this one for sure*

The Lady of Shalott

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

Friday hip horray!!

ITS FRIDAY!!!! WHOOT WHOOT

Well it was a pretty good week... health wise, energy wise, accomplish wise... i did however have

moments of high stress.. eesh. but they were short periods in the week and usually didn't last

very long... .. but none the less they were not exactly pretty. The worse was Wednesday.. smile..

the day started and finished very nice ... but there was a large moment of sailor talk that only my

dear sailor got to hear. [i asked the wee pirates to remove themselves rather quickly.. ((HA))]

i had been moving (which is, go here go there, drop off this, pick up that, etc..) since .. well 8:30

am and it was 6:15 pm. So just as i am about to have a bit of supper(which i waited so carefully

for) before i rushed off again dropping my oldest son and picking up a wonderful friend for a

ladies party thang... i see a melted a brick of butter on my stove.. which is one pound of butter.

melted brick = frick.

it was down three sides of the stove, making its way to large puddles on the floor.....AHHHHH

what a mess.. thank God (truly) for paper towel, and a husband who helped clean it up. SO .. no

supper. Go dog Go!! eesh.

But as i said it ended well.. how can it not.. being with good buds is always a wonderful end to the

day.


On a sour note my hubby has been sick sick sick this week...sigh ...poor fellow. He actually hasn't really improved either.. just mostly heavily drugged .. i suppose it will take its course and be gone eventually .. But doesn't it seem like while your in it it takes forever??.... he did however fix our internet/phone connection problem. He fought with it all week and covered every whim, fact and fancy until it was fixed fixed fixed.
edit note: Today (Saturday) he is drug free and feeling pretty good. whoopee on to better health.




SATURDAYS MOVIE REVIEWS...........



i watched Ghost Busters this weekend.. i don't think i ever watched it before.? nope..just the cartoon series .. so i can't really say it was all that good. .. i did love hearing the song. haha--but i did feel nervous that the kids would want to watch it with me.. HA-- no worries with that. No one even wanted to stop and chat... i borrowed one and two.... not really sure how dedicated i am tho.. i guess it will depend on how alone i am. haha





i also took out Die Hard ..




good ole' Bruce i hope he still has it.


looking forward to the series.. hehe.















"get em John!!!"






no worries .. he will.



well i guess i did enjoy the movie... but ole moley.. look out captain cook. There is some serious swearing going on. None in which i remembered when i watched it at 16 .. ha.. and my 16 year old said he wasn't traumatized either. i dunno... i might have been a little bit..but i think it was that Bruce looked so young! i nearly feel off my couch- eesh when did i get so old? i remember him being the older one!! yeah yeah i realize he looks his handsome age in the last one (live free or die hard) but honestly i somehow didn't think he got that old!
Yup we did. smile.


Sunday review
made hot dogs for lunch with fried onions-everyone loved it. must be close to spring when we do that. going for a walk. making my family crepes for dinner, batter is setting. promised jer i would. have a lot of pictures to upload.
i might be a bit stir crazy. and tired. combined. think i will go and borrow die hard 2. sigh. yeah tomorrow is monday and i walk with my good buddy jenny smile. i am bored bored bored.

mondaes

well its a new Monday.. i am hoping for a friendly one.. maybe even a friendly week .. is that too much to wish for???

Hope your Monday is kind to you

birthday wishes..

to my friend Jess..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!!!

i so wish you were here.. what a grand day we could have... err grand walk, one that would last the day .. hehe.. we would dress in our layers of warm clothes, pack our water, bring along our healthy snacks, ..and not forget a good hardy lighter.HA

Jessica i love yah, and hope you have a smokin'.. Ha ..i mean, kickin good day.

on a more serious note: .. Jess i have really loved getting our visits in, you have encouraged me and expanded my character... if you were here, my sorry ares would be off this chair and enjoying the great outside. thank you girlfriend. i hope this year brings many new adventures and Gods rich warm love to surround you. You rock Jessica. you so rock. whoot whoot.

quote

Love must be the driving force, the principal motivator, otherwise the wounds caused by truth will not cauterize. The wounds will not heal if the Word is not preached in love!
- Michael Boldea Jr

HaPPy Valentines Day

... hope its filled with love ...



-smooch-

it is done enough.

HA i finished my Christmas Post... i almost said a bah hum bug to it though.

i suck at posting

its the wild look that i appreciate about this pic..not the mess behind me or the kid who snapped it

... thanks benny ..*smile*

S T R oke...

STROKE: Remember The 1st Three Letters....S.T.R.

If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. Seriously..


STROKE IDENTIFICATION:

During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) .....she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.

They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening.

Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die.... they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.

It only takes a minute to read this...
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally . He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.

RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Thank God for the sense to remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and Learn!

Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke .

Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
S * Ask the individual to SMILE.
T * Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e. It is sunny out today)
R * Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call -911 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.

New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue

NOTE: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue.. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other ,that is also an indication of a stroke.

A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this information and passes it to 10 other people; that at least one life will be saved.