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One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me.
I was maybe 2 1/2 years old and had just recovered from an accident.
Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favourite toys.
Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea' which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea - my Mom came home.
My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea - because it was 'just the cutest thing!'
My Mom waited - and sure enough -here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up.
Then she says (as only a mother would know) "Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?"
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T.S. Eliot said, “Half of the harm done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They do not mean to do harm…they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.” So how do we feel important?
Often, it’s trying to fit an image of success created by a culture that prizes getting ahead in terms of money and career. Think how much more integrity there would be if we really understood how futile it is to pursue the empty vessel of prosperity.
In Death of Ethics in America, Cal Thomas quotes a letter written to The Washington Post in the mid-’80s: “I’ve lived both lives, Yuppie and non-Yuppie,” the writer said. “In the first, I was married to a professional woman and on our dual incomes we Club Meded, sports car-raced, alpine-skied, and Kennedy Centered our 14-year marriage into oblivion. I’m now 42, remarried to a woman who gave up her professional career to provide full-time care for our 1- and 5-year-old daughters, and living in Gaithersburg, Maryland – on one salary.
“Trips to Australia and Europe, Saturday night dining at Nathan’s, and Wolf Trap concerts are distant memories. Vacations are now taken in our nine-year-old used pop-up camper, and dining out means ‘Hooray! Daddy’s bringing home pizza.’ We’ve just started into the second round of one hundred readings of Pat the Bunny for our 1-year-old. Satisfaction level in my first life measured 2 on the 10 scale. Measured now, satisfaction is about 9.5.”
This is Michael Josephson reminding you that character counts.

Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well, for example, the other day my wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes.
When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, 'Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?'
He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.
I called him a Nazi turd.
He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tyres+. So my wife called him a shit-head.
He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first.
Then he started writing a third ticket.
This went on for about 20 minutes.
The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus.
We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.



















--model Jerry Hall
--label on a box of Mr. Data CD-Rs
--menu items, Los Angeles
--President George W. Bush
--classified ad
--basketball player Drew Gooden, discussing his NBA career
--warnings on a toy manufactured in China
--Anaheim Angels sportscaster Rex Hudler
--former first lady Barbara Bush, after touring the Houston Astrodome complex where Hurricane Katrina survivors were staying; the White House later said this was merely a “personal observation”
--from the poem “The Potato” by Lillian E. Curtis, (as collected in the book Very Bad Poetry)
By Niall Firth, MAIL Online
The meat had been cooked, the sandwich almost assembled and assorted Guinness Book of Records dignitaries were patiently waiting by to give it their official stamp of approval.
But cooks in Iran were left in despair after their bid to create the world's longest sandwich failed when the crowd started eating it before it could be measured.
Event organisers had planned to stuff the 1,500-metre-long sandwich with 700 kg of ostrich meat and 700 kg of chicken, and display it in a park in the capital Tehran.
But as the sandwich was being measured, chaos ensued.
The giant snack was gone in minutes, leaving the three Guinness representatives with a problem.
One of the event’s organisers said video footage of the sandwich would be sent to Guinness officials.
"We still think the sandwich will be recorded in the Guinness book because of all the evidence and footage that we will send them," claimed Parvin Shariati.
The stunt had been organised to encourage Iranians to eat a healthier diet.
Ostrich meat is far leaner than much of the Iranian diet with as half as much fat as chicken, lots of iron, and very little cholesterol - as well as being extremely tasty.
