The Traveller's Prayer.

Post 80 - - - - - - Wednesday, 29 November 2006.

Hello Everyone ~~ I hope you have all had a great day and

the world is treating you right. I am fine and have been busy

doing some cooking today – some more meals for the freezer

and the fridge. A few days off from cooking now, so I can do

other things.

The piece for tonight is called “The Traveller’s Prayer.”

I take each day life’s winding trail,

And pray Thee, Lord, no soul to fail,

No word unkind through all the miles,

No face behind except in smiles.

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Help me the burdens find and lift,

Put courage into lives adrift,

Beguile a laugh where lurks a tear,

Give all who strive, and fail, a cheer.

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God give me sympathy and sense,

And keep my courage high,

God give me calm and confidence,

And please – a twinkle in my eye.

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Let me be a little kinder,

Let me be a little blinder

To the faults of those about me,

Let me praise a little more.

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Let me be when I am weary

Just a little bit more cheery –

Let me serve a little better

Those that I am striving for. - - - Anonymous.

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I always gave Roger Miller credit for the last 2 verses, but

apparently it was our old friend Anonymous.

It is joke time and my good friend Margaret sent me this one.

I hope she meant it as a joke. There are more jokes at her blog.

ATTENTION :

Aliens are coming to abduct all the good looking and sexy people.

You will be safe; I’m just emailing to say Goodbye. !!

Good one Margaret.

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The driver of a semi lost control and ploughed into an empty Sydney

Harbour Bridge toll-booth, smashing it to pieces.

He climbed down from his truck and looked at the wreckage, not quite

sure what to do. Within a minute another truck pulled up and unloaded

a crew of workmen.

They picked up each broken piece of the former toll-booth and spread

some kind of creamy substance on it.

Then they began fitting the pieces together and in less than half an hour

they had the entire toll-booth rebuilt as good as new.

“Astonishing,” the truck driver said to the crew chief. “What was that

white stuff you used to get all of the pieces together ?”

The crew chief said, “ Oh, that was Tollgate boothpaste.”

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On the first day in his new job, Kevin came across something he couldn’t

understand. So he asked the man next to him, “Can you tell me what’s a

cubic foot ?”

“Dunno,” said the man, scratching his head, “never heard of it. Ask Ted,

the shop steward, he knows everything.”

So Kevin went over and asked Ted.

“Cubic foot ? Dunno,” said Ted. “But I tell you this mate. We’ll make sure

you get the right compo for it.”

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The man said to the old American Indian chief, “What is your wife’s name ?”

The old Indian replied, “She is called Three Horses.”

That is a very unusual name for a wife,” said the man.”What does it mean ?”

“It is an old Indian name,” said the chief, “It means nag, nag, nag.”

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Shakey went to a psychatrist. “Doc,” he said, “I’ve got trouble. Every time I

get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think

there’s somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under.”

“You gotta help me, I’m going crazy.”

“Just put yourself in my ands for two years,” said the shrink. Come to me three

times a week, ad I’ll cure your fears.’

“How much do you charge ?”

“A hundred dollars a visit.”

“I’ll sleep on it,” said Shakey.

Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street. “Why didn’t you ever

come to see me again ?” asked the psychiatrist.

“For a hundred bucks a visit ? A barman cured me for ten dollars.”

“Is that so ! How ?”

“He told me to cut the legs off the bed !!”

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Just a few more olds - - -

Old musicians never die, they just get played out.

Old photgraphers never die, they just sop developing.

Old pacifists never die, they just go to peaces.

Old quarterbacks never die, they just pass away.

Old policemen never die, they just cop out.

Old sculptors never die, they just lose their marbles.

Old seers never die, they just lose their vision.

Old soldiers never die. Young ones do.

Old preachers never die, they just ramble on, and on, and on and on.

There is no conclusive evidence about what happens to old skeptics,

but their future is doubtful.

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People should take time to be happy. - - - Grandma Moses.

Plan your life like you will live forever, and live your life like you

will die tomorrow. - - - Unknown.

Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight; red sky in the morning,

shepherd take warning. - - - Unknown.

Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful

stroke of luck. - - - Dalai Lama.

Since we cannot get what we like, let us like what we can get.

- - - Spanish proverb.

Slow and steady wins the race. - - - Aesop.

Small children give you a headache, big children a heartache.

- - - Russian proverb.

Well that is it for tonight. Take care, my friends, Be happy. Merle.

Post 80 - - - - - Wednesday, 29 November 2006.