Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah

Time to go camping ! 

Let's see how many of you recall singing this around a campfire and times were simpler.

Hello Muddah, hello Faddah
Here I am at Camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining

I went hiking with Joe Spivey
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner

All the counsellors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses

Now I don't want this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has Malaria
You remember Jeffery Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party

Take me home, oh Muddah, Faddah
Take me home, I hate Grenada
Don't leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear

Take me home, I promise I will
Not make noise, or mess the house with
Other boys, oh please don't make me stay
I've been here one whole day

Dearest Fadduh, darling Muddah
How's my precious little bruddah
Let me come home if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me

Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's bettah
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Allan Sherman / Lou Busch

Hello Muddah Hello Fadduh lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Songtrust Ave

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Fish Tales

A collection of humorous Postcards from Minnesota

A bad day of fishing is still better than a good day at work.

A fisherman,'twixt you and I
Will very seldom tell a lie---
Except when it is needed to
Describe the fish that left his view.

Here's to our fisherman bold,
Here's to the fish he CAUGHT,
Here's to the one that got away,
And here's to the one he BOUGHT.

Here's to the fish that I may catch,
So large that even I,
When talking of it afterward,
Will never need to lie.

Fishing is worth any amount of effort and any amount of expense to people who love it, because in the end you get such a large number of dreams per fish.

- Ian Frazier, The Fish's Eye

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What The Doctor Really Means

"Well, what have we here...?"
He has no idea and is hoping you'll give him a clue.

"Well, we're not feeling so well today, are we...?"
I'm stalling for time.

"If it doesn't clear up in a week, give me a call."
I don't know what it is. Maybe it will go away by itself.

"Let me check your medical history."
I want to see if you've paid your last bill before spending anymore time with you.

"Well, now, we have some good news and some bad news."
The good news is, I'm going to buy that new BMW. The bad news is, you're going to pay for it.

"This should be taken care of right away."
I'd planned a trip to Hawaii next month but this is so easy and profitable that I want to fix it before it cures itself.

"Let me schedule you for some lab tests."
I have a forty percent interest in the lab.

"Let's see how it develops."
Maybe in a few days it will grow into something that really needs to be cured.

"I'd like to prescribe a new drug."
I'm writing a paper and would like to use you for a guinea pig.

"That's quite a nasty looking wound."
I think I'm going to throw up.

"This may smart a little."
Last week two patients almost bit off their tongues.

"This should fix you up."
The drug company slipped me some big bucks to prescribe this stuff. Hope it works...

"Everything seems to be normal."
Rats! I guess I can't buy that new beach condo after all.

"I'd like to run some more tests."
I can't figure out what's wrong. Maybe the kid in the lab can solve this one.

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Two Days We Should Not Worry

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.


One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.


Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.


We cannot undo a single act we performed; We cannot erase a single word we said.


Yesterday is gone forever.


The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with all its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise, and its poor performance; Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.


Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise.
Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet to be born.


That leaves only one day  - TODAY


Any person can fight the battle of just one day.
It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities
Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.


It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad, it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.


Let us, therefore, live but one day at a time.

source: 00fun.com

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Pile Of Crap

This one is an oldie but a goodie from my folks... especially from my DAD! His favorite reminder when we moved out of home and got our own places.

Color Of Friendship - Story

Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel.
All claimed that they were the best;
the most important,
the most useful,
the favorite


GREEN said:
"Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was
chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."


BLUE interrupted:
"You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the
water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."


YELLOW chuckled:
"You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."


ORANGE started next to blow her trumpet:
"I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."


RED could stand it no longer, he shouted out:
"I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I bring fire into
the blood. I am willing to fight for a cause. I am the color of danger and of
bravery. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."


PURPLE rose up to his full height:
He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, cheifs, and bishops have always chosen me, for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey."


Finally INDIGO spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: "Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."


So the colors went on boasting,
each convinced of his or her own superiority.
Their quarreling became louder and louder.
Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening.
Thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly.
The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.


In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak: "You foolish colors,
fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest.
Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose,
unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me."

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.

The rain continued:
"From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across
the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder
that you can all live in peace.
The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow."

And so, whenever a good rain washes the world,
and a Rainbow appears in the sky,
let us remember to appreciate one another.

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The Day I Roped A Deer

Written for the Book "Cowboy Poets of Utah"

© 1984 - Published by the Utah Folk Life Center

We was sit-in’ drinking’ coffee, at the ranch-house in the morn.
And I just finished chewin' on a biscuit made of corn.
It was winter in Moseda, and we had spent the days,
A feedin’steers and heifers a stack of first crop hay.

We had a hand there with us by the name of Lucky Joe,
And he came into Utah, from a town in Idaho.
Old Joe was lucky bettin’ and we never seen him loose.
That’s how old Joe bought all his cloths and how he bought his booze.

Old Joe sat down his coffee cup as if he had his fill,
And on the table he laid down a twenty dollar bill.
He said: “I’ll bet a twenty, to anybody here,
There’s not a man in this whole land, can hog-tie just one deer.

Well we thought he’d gone crazy, as we all sat there that day.
Old Lucky Joe, was gonna’ go and throw his money away.
So we all threw down a twenty, and we didn’t even flinch,
Because the deer ate with the steers we knew we had a cinch.

So the boys all got together and they elected me.
Because I had a roping’ horse, as mean as he could be.
I saddled up old whiskey red, and headed out to feed,
While the other guys came with me, with their hearts all filled with greed.

When we got to the stack yard, they started feedin’ steers,
As I was winding up my rope and waitin’ for a deer,
When I saw a deer a comin’ I knew we was in luck,
So I threw the spurs to whiskey, and we went to catch a buck.

I swung my lasso over head, as Red ran through the steers, And when I roped that two point buck, old Red threw back his ears.
I know that deer stood four feet high, yet right before my eyes--
When he came charging Red and me-- he grew ten times that size.

He jumped and kicked with all four feet, with hooves as sharp as glass,
Then I could see Reds shoulder bleed, as the deer made it’s first pass.
I tried to pull my lasso tight, as the Deer’s feet hit the ground-
But instead of running from it’s foe the damned thing turned around.

Old Red commenced to bucking-- trying to shake that deer.
And sitting in that saddle I could feel a chill of fear.
The boys were all a cheering at that deer and Red and me.
And they said when it was over-- that it was a sight to see.

Cause Red tossed me from the saddle and I flew out with ease.
And landed in the prickly pears beneath the cedar trees.
The old deer kicked into the air and then shook off the noose,
and I thanked God as I sat there- - - - That, That damned deer was loose
The boys paid Joe a twenty, but he wouldn’t take my dough.
He said that I had earned it, when I gave the boys a show.
The moral of this story is, as I sit drinkin’ beer--
I might be one good roper-- But I roped my last deer.
By Floyd A. Jensen, The Utah Cowboy
Copyright © 1978

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Grandma's Apron Poem

Grandma's Apron

A poem by Tina Trivett

The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.

She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she'd found.
Or to hide a crying child's face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.

She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.

She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.

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I'm My Own Grandpa

"I'm My Own Grandpa" is a novelty song written by Dwight Latham and Moe Jaffe, performed by Lonzo and Oscar in 1947, about a man who, through an unlikely combination of marriages, becomes stepfather to his own stepmother—that is, tacitly dropping the "step-" modifiers, he becomes his own grandfather. - wikipedia

Many, many years ago
When I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow
Who was pretty as can be
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her
And soon they two were wed

This made my dad my son-in-law
And really changed my life
Now my daughter was my mother
‘Cause she was my father’s wife
To complicate the matter
Even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy

My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to Dad
And so became my uncle
Though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle
Then that also made him brother
Of the widow’s grown-up daughter
Who of course is my step-mother

My father’s wife then had a son
Who kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild
For he was my daughter’s son
My wife is now my mother’s mother
And it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife
She’s my grandmother too

Now if my wife is my grandmother
Then I’m her grandchild
And every time I think of it
It nearly drives me wild
Cause' now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my grandmother

I am my own grandpa I’m my own grandpa
I’m my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
Oh, I’m my own grandpa
I’m my own grandpa

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Retirement - Senior's Poem

I worked years for someone else

So that I could retire.

I dreamed of sleeping late

   And sitting by the fire.

   I dreamed of long vacations,

   Enjoying stage and song.

   But let me set you straight on that concept,

   It is simply wrong.

   I did junk my safety glasses

   And the work boots that cramped my toes.

   But the rest of it had a mind of it's own

   And this is how it goes.

   My wife had been thinking of retirement

   And had plans of her own.

   She had spent much time with the kids

   But now they are grown and gone.

   We sold our cattle and horses

   So we wouldn't have that chore.

   I poured concrete over my alarm clock

   But I still wake up at four.

   I get my eyes checked on Monday.

   Ann gets hers checked the next day.

   I go for a colon check on Wednesday

   And pass my wife going the other way.

   I have a dental appointment on Thursday.

   Ann goes for a test on her heart.

   Friday we go get prescriptions filled

   And browse a while at Wal-Mart.

   Saturdays we just stay home

   And try to get the paper work right.

   We can't take any overnight trips

   'Cause we can't see to drive at night.

   Restroom confusion keeps us out of church on Sunday

   And we really do hate that.

   There's nothing wrong with the restrooms,

   We just can't remember where they're at.

   We don't need to plan next week,

   Just make sure we can drive.

   And not forget where the hospitals and clinics are.

   We'll need them to survive.

   So don't build your castles too high my friend,

   While strolling through the clover.

   This is a typical week in retirement

   And on Monday we start all over!

Author Unknown

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Land That Made Me - Senior Poem

Long ago and far away in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,
For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.
We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee'.
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.
We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp
We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T.
And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led.
And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.
And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.
And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

T-Birds came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.
And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me,Me.

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill.
And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.
They send us invitations to join AARP,
We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines
And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Old Forwards from David Pleacher

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Quiz #6 - CELTIC TREE ASTROLOGY

Your tree says a lot about your personality. Celtic druids developed the elaborate and mysterious Celtic tree astrology.

“When the root is deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.” ~Unknown

The Celtic Tree of Life is often drawn showing the branches reaching skyward and the roots spreading out into the earth below symbolising the Druid belief in the link between heaven and earth. Trees were an important aspect of Celtic Culture. They provided shelter and food, and warmth through fire wood.

“Be like a tree. Stay grounded. Connect with your roots. Turn over a new leaf. Bend before you break. Enjoy your natural beauty. Keep growing.” ~Joanne Rapits

Example for My birthdate reads as: Oak Tree
Meaning: Strength, Stability, Nobility The oak is a great tree for enhancing inner strength, especially when you have experienced a great loss in life. This tree helps heal the heart, and lends power so you might rebuild your life and move forward.

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“We can learn a lot from trees: They’re always grounded but never stop reaching heavenward.” ~Terri Guillemets, "Humans and Nature"

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Lessons Learned From Chickens

Growing up on a Chicken Farm where we picked over 25,000 eggs per day ... This kinda hits "home" for me

Life Lessons Learned From My Flock

1. Every once in awhile you've got to strut.

2. Just because you can't fly doesn't mean you shouldn't soar.

3. Life feels cozier when crammed in between a dozen of your closest friends.

4. You don't have to be a rooster to defend the hen-house.

5. Get out and enjoy the outdoors on nice days. Snow, cold, and rain may limit outdoor adventures.

6. Eat your vegetables when they are in season. Nothing tastes better than when they are at the peak of ripeness (or when you snitch them out of the garden when you think no one is looking).

7. Don’t be afraid to wander away from the flock. (You just may find the biggest grubs by yourself).

8. Even if you can’t fly, don’t be afraid to stretch your wings. You just may get off the ground after all.

9. Hold your ground. Stake your claim in your favorite nest box and don’t leave until your ready regardless of how many others try to force you out.

10. Listen to the squawk of others. There really may be a hawk flying overhead.v

11. Share your spa time with others. A good dust bath is really more fun with the rest of the flock.

12. Let folks know when you are happy and content. It’s okay to trill out loud.

13. You don’t have to have a large McMansion to be happy. Your small, urban coop is adorable, comfortable, and it is a wonderful home.

14. Be proud of your achievements. Go ahead and sing that egg song nice and loud!

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Prison Versus Housewives

In prison, you get three square meals a day. At home, you cook three square meals a day and try to get your kids to eat it. In prison, you get an hour each day in the yard to exercise and mingle. At home you get to clean the yard up so you can mow it so your kids can spread more toys all over it so that you can go out and clean it again because little Jr. can't sleep without his latest lego creation. In prison, you get to watch TV, cable even. At home, you get to listen to your children fight over the remote control and get treated to hours and hours of mindless cartoons thanks to cable. In prison, you can read whatever you want and attend college for free. At home, you get to read weekly readers starring Dick, Jane, and Spot and worry about how to send Jr. to college and still be able to eat for the next twenty years. In prison, all your medical care is free. At home, you have to pawn your mother's silver and fill out trillions of papers for insurance and hope the doctor will see you before you die. In prison, if you have visitors, all you do is go to a room, sit, talk and then say good-bye when you are ready or your time is up. At home, you get to clean for days in advance and then cook and clean up after your guests and hope that they will one day leave. In prison, you can spend your free time writing letters or just hang out in your own space all day. At home, you get to clean your space and everyone else's space, too, and what the heck is free time again? In prison, you get your own personal toilet. At home, you have to physically hold the bathroom door shut in order to keep from having someone standing over you demanding to know how long till you're done so you can do something for them. In prison, the prison laundry takes care of all your dirty clothes. At home, you get to take care of them yourself, plus everybody else's, and get yelled at because somebody's favorite shirt isn't clean. In prison, they take you everywhere you need to go. At home, you take everybody else where they need to go. In prison, the guards transport all your personal effects for you and make sure nothing is missing. At home, you have to lug around everybody else's stuff in your purse and then wonder who went in it and took your last dollar. In prison, there are no screaming or whining children or spouses asking you to do something else for them, or screaming at you because you didn't. At home....stop me when I get to the downside of jail, will ya?

 

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The Fence

This is a poem that my father showed us years ago.... and all of kids learned from it. With DAD having the sawmill and the woods business; it seemed appropriate to put this on a page also for him.

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. 

Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence...Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.

He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there.

A verbal wound can be as bad as a physical one. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

~Author Unknown~

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A Logger's New Math

Teaching Math in 1950: A logger sells a truck load of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit?

Teaching Math in 1960:A logger sells a truck load of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?


Teaching Math in 1970: A logger exchanges a set "L" of lumber for a set "M" of money. The cardinality of set "M" is 100. Each element is worth one dollar. Make 100 dots representing the elements of the set "M." The set "C," the cost of production, contains 20 fewer points than set "M." Represent the set "C" as a subset of set "M" and answer the following question: What is the cardinality of the set "P" for profits?


Teaching Math in 1980: A logger sells a truck load of lumber for $100. Her cost of production is $80 and her profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.


Teaching Math in 1990: By cutting down beautiful forest trees, the logger makes $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the forest birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down the trees? There are no wrong answers.


Teaching Math in 1996: By laying off 40% of its loggers, a company improves its stock price from $80 to $100. How much capital gain per share does the CEO make by exercising his stock options at $80? Assume capital gains are no longer taxed, because this encourages investment.


Teaching Math in 1997: A company outsources all of its loggers. The firm saves on benefits, and when demand for its product is down, the logging work force can easily be cut back. The average logger employed by the company earned $50,000, had three weeks vacation, a nice retirement plan and medical insurance. The contracted logger charges $50 an hour. Was outsourcing a good move?


Teaching Math in 1998: A laid-off logger with four kids at home and a ridiculous alimony from his first failed marriage comes into the logging company corporate offices and goes postal, mowing down 16 executives and and a couple of secretaries, and gets lucky when he nails a politician on the premises collecting his kickback. Was outsourcing the loggers a good move for the company?


Teaching Math in 1999: A laid-off logger serving time in Federal Prison for blowing away several people is being trained as a COBOL programmer in order to work on Y2K projects. What is the probability that the automatic cell doors will open on their own as of 00:00:01, 01/01/00?

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Train of Life

Some time ago, I read a book that compared life to a train ride. An extremely interesting read, when well interpreted.

That's right, life is nothing but a train ride, full of shipments and landings, some accidents, pleasant surprises in some boarding and great sorrows in others.

When we were born, we boarded this magnificent train and came across some people, who we think, will always be on this trip with us, our parents.
Unfortunately this is not true, at some station they will come down and leave us orphans.

This, however, will not prevent us from embarking on the journey, people who will become very special to us.

Our wonderful brothers, friends and loves. A lot of people take this train just on the ride.

Many people will board this train just for a ride, others will find only sadness on their way and still others will be moving on the train, ready to help those who need it.

Several of the travelers when they disembark leave eternal nostalgia, others when they vacate their seat, nobody does not even notice.

It is curious to note that some passengers who become so expensive for us, are accommodated in wagons different from ours, so we are obliged to make this journey separate from them, which does not prevent us, of course, that we can go to meet them. However, unfortunately, we will never be able to sit beside you, as someone will already be occupying that seat.

It doesn't matter, that's how the trip is, full of mishaps, dreams, fantasies, waits, farewells, but never returns.

Let us make this trip in the best possible way, trying to relate well with the other passengers, looking in each one of them for the best, always remembering that at some point they may fail and we will need to understand, because we will probably also weaken and surely there will be someone who will help us with his affection and attention.

The great mystery, after all, is that we will never know which stop we will get off at, let alone our fellow travelers, not even the one sitting next to us.

I wonder if when I get off that train I will miss you.

I believe that yes, separating from many friendships that I made will be at least painful, letting my children continue the trip alone will be very sad for sure .... but I hold on in the hope that at some point I will be at the main station and with great emotion I will see you arriving.

They will probably have luggage that they did not have when they boarded and what will make me happier will be to make sure that somehow I was a great collaborator so that it has grown and become valuable.

Friends, let us make our stay on that train a smooth one, that it has been worthwhile and that when the time comes to disembark our empty place, bring longings and good memories for those who continue the journey.

Silvana Duboc

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Failure Does Not Mean

Failure does not mean that I am a failure;
it means I didn't win.

Failure does not mean that I have achieved nothing;
it means that I learned something.

Failure does not mean that I am a person without direction;
it means that I had enough faith to experiment.

Failure does not mean that I am an unlucky guy;
it means that I had the courage to try.

Failure does not mean the absence of methods;
it means that I have them in a different way.

Failure does not mean that I am inferior; it means
I'm not perfect.

Failure does not mean that I wasted my time;
it means I have to start over.

Failure does not mean that I must give up;
it means that I must act with greater perseverance.

Failure does not mean that I will never achieve my goals;
it means that I need to correct my routes.

Failure does not mean that God has abandoned me;
it means He has a better project for me.

Remember that failure is the beginning of a new beginning ...
The important thing is to persevere and never give up!

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