slownsteady
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From now on, I sleep with my head under the pillow
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zannej
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LOL. Afraid your cat will try to bring you a midnight snack?
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My wife saw one of our cats acting suspiciously around her slippers so she went to investigate. Turns out he was stashing a dead mouse in there. It would have been real interesting if she hadn't seen him and had put the slippers on.
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My cats just like to shove their heads into my slippers and smelly shoes (had the same pair of shoes for 14 years) and rub their faces. I've thankfully never found a mouse in my shoes or slippers, but I have found hairballs (because one of my fluffy cats coughs them up a lot and the one-eyed cat thinks they are toys once they are dry and she likes to throw them around).
I just remembered how my dog tries to hide his dog biscuits sometimes. He's been known to put them in shoes-- but we always know when he's doing it because he runs around whimpering loudly. He likes to hide cat toys too.
I just remembered how my dog tries to hide his dog biscuits sometimes. He's been known to put them in shoes-- but we always know when he's doing it because he runs around whimpering loudly. He likes to hide cat toys too.
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My son in law brought home a siamese for the kids and when it was discovoured that it wasn't compatible with people nevermind kids my daughter brought over to me. It took about six weeks for the cat to figure out that it would be a lot less painfull to be friendly and cuddly. When my daughter came for a visit, the cat wouldn't go near her but went over to the door where her shoes were and filled one with puke.
slownsteady
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Ahhh, cats. Gotta love'em.
But I'm not sure why.
But I'm not sure why.
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Just Another Old Codger...
It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave.
He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place.
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant ... maybe even a lot of nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida. That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker . He was a famous hero in World War I, and then he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were or even if they were alive. Every day across America millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found alive.
The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft...
Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap.
It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait . . . and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude. Reference
Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp..221, 225-226)
PS: Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America 's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American hero. And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices that brave men have endured for your freedom.
It is a great story that many don't know...You've got to be careful with old guys, You just never know what they have done during their lifetime.
It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave.
He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place.
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant ... maybe even a lot of nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida. That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker . He was a famous hero in World War I, and then he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were or even if they were alive. Every day across America millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found alive.
The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft...
Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap.
It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait . . . and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude. Reference
Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp..221, 225-226)PS: Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America 's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American hero. And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices that brave men have endured for your freedom.
It is a great story that many don't know...You've got to be careful with old guys, You just never know what they have done during their lifetime.
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My mom is afraid of seagulls. She was walking with some of her friends and some seagulls flew over. One friend looked up and one of the seagulls shat on her forehead.
Which reminds me of the story of a poem
Little birdy in the sky,
Why you whitewash in my eye?
Angry farmer wipes his eye,
Very glad that cows don't fly
Which reminds me of the story of a poem
Little birdy in the sky,
Why you whitewash in my eye?
Angry farmer wipes his eye,
Very glad that cows don't fly
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^ that made me laugh. 😉
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My grandfather would have really appreciated that one because he used to tell a joke about a big yellow dog. I wish I could remember the story for it. I just remember that the gist of the joke was that it was really a lion. As kids we used to ask him to tell that one all the time.
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It's only the beginning. They will vote themselves out of a job quick.
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Oh man, I was wishing for an automated way of putting my order in yesterday. I ended up with an unsupervised trainee at the counter. Of course, it would still be possible for the monkeys in the kitchen to mess up the order. LOL.
I think I remember some the joke my grandfather told. It was funnier when he told it...
A man walked in to a bar with a big yellow dog. The bar owner said "Mister, you better be careful. I have a pit bull and he'll tear your dog apart." The man said, "I'm not worried".
The pit bull came out and attacked the yellow dog. Fur was flying everywhere, but the yellow dog prevailed and ate the pit bull.
The stunned bar owner said "Mister, what kind of dog *is* that?"
The man said "I don't know. My brother sent him over from Africa. You should have seen him, when he first arrived he had a big head of hair!"
I think I remember some the joke my grandfather told. It was funnier when he told it...
A man walked in to a bar with a big yellow dog. The bar owner said "Mister, you better be careful. I have a pit bull and he'll tear your dog apart." The man said, "I'm not worried".
The pit bull came out and attacked the yellow dog. Fur was flying everywhere, but the yellow dog prevailed and ate the pit bull.
The stunned bar owner said "Mister, what kind of dog *is* that?"
The man said "I don't know. My brother sent him over from Africa. You should have seen him, when he first arrived he had a big head of hair!"
