Post 699 ~ ~ ~ Sunday, 29th August, 2010.
Hello again my friends~~ I hope the world is treating you all nicely and that
your lives are good. I am all ready for the invasion of Peter and Warren and
have made a few things to feed us, etc. I am still not sure when they are
arriving here. I thought maybe Monday afternoon or Tuesday. Who knows?
The first item tonight was sent to me by my dear friend .Lady Di.
It is called "I Wish You Enough." Thank you so much Dianne.
Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together
at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate,
They hugged and the Father said, "I love you, and I wish you enough."
The daughter replied, "Dad, our life together has been more than enough.
Your love is all I ever needed."
They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window
where I was seated.
Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry
I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking,
"Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?""Yes,
I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?"
"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality
is--the next trip back will be for my funeral." he said.
"When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough' May I
ask what that means?"
He began to smile, "That's a wish that has been handed down from other
generations. My parents used to say it to everyone...." He paused a
moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled
"When we said, 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person
to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them."
Then turning to me, he shared the following as if he was reciting it from
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright, no matter how gray
the day may appear.'
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep our spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
He then began to cry and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special friend, an hour to appreciate
them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them.
TAKE TIME TO LIVE.
One from my friend Linda in Canberra. Thank you again Linda.
To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine . . .
And those who don't and are always seen
with a bottle of water in their hand.
As Ben Franklin said :
In wine there is wisdom,
In beer there is freedom
In water there is bacteria.
In a number of carefully controlled trials,
Scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day,
At the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 litre of
E. colli bacteria found in faeces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.
However, we do NOT run that risk when we drink wine and beer
( or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor.) Because alcohol has to go
through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
Remember --- Water === poop, Wine === Health.
Therefore it is better to drink wine and talk stupid.
Than to drink water and be full of s**t.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information.
I'm doing it as a public service.
One from my dear friend in Queensland. Thanks Margaret.
Don't know if this is true or nor, but even so, it's a good story.
On July 2oth 1969 - as Commander of the Apollo 11 Lunar Module,
Neil Armstrong was the first Person to set foot on the moon.
His first words after stepping on the moon were, "That's one small step
for Man and One giant leap for mankind." His words were televised to
Earth and heard by millions.
But just before he re-entered the Lander, he made the enigmatic remark,
"Good luck Mr. Gorsky."
Many people at Nasa thought it was a casual remark concerning some
rival soviet cosmonaut. However upon checking, There was no Gorsky
in either The Russian or American Space Programs.
Over many years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the
"Good luck Mr. Gorsky" meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.
On July 5th, 1995, in Tampa Bay, Florida. While answering questions
following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26 year old question to
Armstrong. This time he finally responded.
Mr Gorsky had died, so Neil Armstrong felt he could now answer the
In 1938 when he was a kid in a small Mid West town, he was playing
baseball with a friend in the back yard.
His friend hit the ball which landed in his neighbor's yard by the
bedroom windows. His neighbors were Mr. & Mrs. Gorsky.
As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky
shouting at Mr. Gorsky.
"Sex, You want sex? You'll get sex when the kid next-door walks on the
Warren also sent this one to me. Thanks mate. See you soon.
One from Linda. Thank you.
A far more accurate account of what went on that fateful morning.
Baby Bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table. He looks
into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?
Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks
into his big bowl and says, "Who's been eating my porridge?" he roars.
Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch and yells, :For
God's sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you
idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first and woke everyone in the
house. It was Momma Bear who made the coffee, It was Momma Bear
who unloaded the dish-washer from last night and put everything away.
It was Momma Bear who swept the kitchen and went out in the cold
morning air to get the newspaper and croissants. It was Momma Bear
who set the damn table.
It was Momma Bear who walked the darn dog, cleaned the cat's litter
tray and gave them their food and refilled their water.
"And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear- a**es downstairs
and grace Momma Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully,
because I'm only going to say this once . . . .
"I HAVEN'T MADE THE BL***Y PORRIDGE YET.
A few shorter oes from Margaret. Thanks again.
HOW TO START A FIGHT.
One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a Cemetery plot as a
Christmas gift . . . The next year I didn't buy her anything. When
she asked why, I replied, "Well, you haven't used the gift I bought
you last year." And that's how the fight started.
My wife and I were watching "Who wants to be a Millionaire while
we were in bed, I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?
"No," she answered. I then said, "Is that your final answer?"
She didn't even look at me this time simply saying, "Yes."
So I said, "I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started.
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter for some reason, took my
order first. "I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
"Nah, she can order for herself."
And that's when the fight started.
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion and she
kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a
nearby table. I asked if she knew him. "Yes " she sighed, "he's my old
boyfriend. . . I understand he took to drinking right after we split up
those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since."
'My God, " I said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating
that long?" And then the fight started.
Well, folks it is time to say Goodnight for now and get myself off to bed.
Look after yourselves and each other. My love and best wishes to you
all. Cheers, Merle.
Post 699 ~ ~ ~ Sunday, 29th August, 2010.