tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53111226066282492242024-03-13T08:33:47.448-07:00CharsTodayCharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-67410340483488074202012-02-07T13:13:00.000-08:002012-02-07T13:13:41.397-08:00Excuse me, while I slit my wrists...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I suppose I asked for this by my extended absence, but I've spent all afternoon trying to get a template to work. During the effort, I have lost my profile picture and my last nerve. Thanks, Blubber...I mean Blogger!</span></div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-87033498709021977152012-01-14T21:50:00.000-08:002012-01-14T21:52:52.378-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No words necessary. This just takes my breath away.</div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-75966452509604702762012-01-09T11:36:00.000-08:002012-01-09T11:36:53.028-08:00End Of Year Wisdom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>A female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Western Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time. <br /><br />So she went to check it out. She went to the Western Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site. <br /><br />She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview. <br /><br />"Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name? <br /><br />"Morris Feinberg," he replied. <br /><br />"Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?" </strong></span><span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325872949932463" style="color: black;"><br /></span></div>
<span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325872949932463" style="color: black;"><strong>"For about 60 years." <br /><br />"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?" <br /><br />"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims." <br /><br />"I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop." <br /><br />"I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their fellow man." <br /><br />"I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests."<br /><br />"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?" </strong></span><br />
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<strong>"Like I'm talking to a f-ing wall." <span style="color: black;"></span></strong></div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-90412706789014349912012-01-06T09:51:00.000-08:002012-01-06T09:51:05.271-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7oFAKHeY68/Twc0AOMg05I/AAAAAAAAAwM/BKeR_o7ggFI/s1600/boat+on+river.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7oFAKHeY68/Twc0AOMg05I/AAAAAAAAAwM/BKeR_o7ggFI/s320/boat+on+river.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Don't mind me snooping around your blogs. I'm only a year+ gone missing. Checking on old friends has made me, once again, want more.Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-32916758711941475882010-05-17T12:31:00.000-07:002010-05-17T12:46:23.024-07:00I'm HOME, I'm Home!I just got home last evening, and after two and a half weeks, it feels soooo good. But, it is going to take me at least three days to un-pack! No time to post right now, but will get back to it by the end of the week (I hope).<br />
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Anyway, I'll leave you with a little funny my bff Lea sent to me. Enjoy.....<br />
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</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S_GVhH0ECkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/qxuEIg6QRjI/s1600/wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S_GVhH0ECkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/qxuEIg6QRjI/s320/wtf.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">After Monday</div><div style="text-align: center;">and Tuesday...</div><div style="text-align: center;">even the calendar</div><div style="text-align: center;">says</div><div style="text-align: center;">W T F!</div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-60066556177178993532010-04-06T08:45:00.000-07:002012-02-07T13:05:34.900-08:00Kids talking about the sea...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is no comedian as funny as a child.<br />
These are comments of school kids talking<br />
about the sea:<br />
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1) This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight<br />
testicles.(Kelly age 6)<br />
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2) Oysters' balls are called pearls. (James age 6)<br />
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3) If you are surrounded by sea you are an Island. If<br />
you don't have sea all round you, you are in <br />
continent. (Wayne age 7)<br />
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4) Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just<br />
like Emily Richardson. She's not my friend no more.<br />
(Kylie age 6)<br />
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5) A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of<br />
its head. (Billy age 8)<br />
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6) My uncle goes out in his boat with pots, and comes<br />
back with crabs. (Millie age 6) <br />
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7) When ships had sails, they used to use the trade<br />
winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes, when the wind<br />
didn't blow, the sailors would whistle to make the<br />
wind come. My brother said they would be better off<br />
eating beans. (William age 7)<br />
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8) I like mermaids. They are beautiful, and I like<br />
their shiny tails. How do mermaids get pregnant?<br />
(Helen age 6)<br />
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9) I'm not going to write about the sea. My baby<br />
brother is always screaming and being sick, my Dad<br />
keeps shouting at my Mom, and my big sister has just<br />
got pregnant, so I can't think what to write. (Amy <br />
age 6)<br />
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10) Some fish are dangerous. Jellyfish can sting.<br />
Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live<br />
in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug<br />
themselves into chargers. (Christopher age 7)<br />
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11) When you go swimming in the sea, it is very cold,<br />
and it makes my willy small. (Kevin age 6)<br />
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12) Divers have to be safe when they go under the<br />
water. Two divers can't go down alone, so they have to<br />
go down on each other. (Becky age 8)<br />
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13) On holiday my Mom went water skiing. She fell off<br />
when she was going very fast. She says she won't do it<br />
again because water shot up her fanny. (Julie age 7)<br />
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Kids, you gotta love em.Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-83817814662753836002010-03-17T13:41:00.000-07:002010-03-17T13:54:18.473-07:00Ebb and Flow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S6E9_4NG7iI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xwVVm6pY_eg/s1600-h/oceanwaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S6E9_4NG7iI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xwVVm6pY_eg/s320/oceanwaves.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div>Ebb and Flow....<br />
They are a couple I know.<br />
She's always running forth<br />
He's always receding, slow.<br />
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She gathers seashells<br />
pushing them upon the sand.<br />
He pulls them all back in<br />
with his long, stretching hand.<br />
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Tirelessly, she gathers and<br />
deposits them on shore.<br />
He greedily reaches far and <br />
takes them to oceans floor.<br />
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She hurries once more,<br />
this time leaving lacy foam.<br />
He does not reach them,<br />
defeated, he wanes for home.<br />
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Char Chandler<br />
March, 2010Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-89032317905806405812010-03-13T16:20:00.000-08:002010-03-13T16:20:34.015-08:00Day Wear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S5wq40VT5LI/AAAAAAAAAus/oU6bi_wwzm8/s1600-h/PC+day+wear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S5wq40VT5LI/AAAAAAAAAus/oU6bi_wwzm8/s400/PC+day+wear.jpg" vt="true" width="301" /></a></div><br />
This is the normal day wear for Port Charlotte, FL. We are so lucky to live here. Actually he is missing the usual black dress socks, which really sets off the outfit.<br />
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Have a good weekend everybody.Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-22082081827891382542010-03-08T12:57:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:57:32.758-08:00I know what it is....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S5VVfFC8BNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/flOv4X17YFM/s1600-h/jade3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/S5VVfFC8BNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/flOv4X17YFM/s320/jade3.jpg" /></a></div>Now I know what it is--the reason I haven't been posting for some time. Its because I'm too busy reading dozens of bloggers! I'm talking about blogs that just blow me away, wonderful, funny, informative posts that I could never hold a candle to with my feeble attempts. Even tho I have embarrassed myself many times over, during the last year and a half, as I tried to put myself out there.<br />
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Anywho, here are just a few of the fabulus people that I visit every chance I get. These people really have IT, and I would be much less if they weren't here for me to enjoy.<br />
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<strong>Kurt at Monster Apathy~</strong>I'd probably never have known so much about farts and farting. Or maybe would not have had the gift of viewing a young naked, stoned guy in a bath tub. He is a joy to read and guarenteed to make you come back for more.<br />
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<strong>Skyler's Dad at Sometimes its not worth chewing the leather strap for~</strong>He is often funny, sometimes serious, and always a wonderful Dad. His posts will show you that it IS worth chewing through the strap.<br />
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<strong>Jim at Suldog~</strong>He writes like a mad man and will make you laugh like one. He loves playing ball and can give you a bonafied play by play of the game that is awesome. His unique story telling is well worth reading (<em>even if you have to fast forward through the sports comentary). </em>He'll make you LYAO.<br />
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<strong>Miss Yvonne at Yo Mama's Blog~</strong>She makes me laugh my ass off, even when she is story telling about old people. (even tho I am one.) I just tell myself she's not really talking about me.<br />
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<strong>Koe at the half-life of linoleum~</strong>Whether he is hiding Christmas presents or trying to reach a skateboard doctor at three am, he is a hoot. <em>(I have just got to ask him what the 'half-life of linoleum' means.)</em><br />
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<strong>Eva Gallant at Wrestling with retirement~</strong>She is a retired teacher and one sharp lady. She's a great storyteller, informative and funny.<br />
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<strong>Rick at Sraet~</strong>He is his own toughest critic of his writing, whether its his tales of small town<br />
lore or astounding poetry. His words aim straight for the heart.<br />
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<strong>Erin at Through the back door~</strong> AWESOME poet! Her poetry cries to be published. And, she has the biggest heart. (<em>even when she has to explain the meaning of a verse I don't quite get)</em><br />
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<em>(These are just a few of the people I follow every day. And after they have spoken through their blogs, there's really not much left for me to say.)</em><br />
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<em>(BTW, the jade plant pic has nothing to do with the subject matter of this particular post. BF just helped me repot it cause it weighs a ton, and I thought I share how well it turned out!)</em>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-24833883270529657192010-02-19T11:56:00.000-08:002012-03-01T09:05:39.884-08:00Blank (not literally)<div align="center">
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There was a time<br />
when heads did turn<br />
as I went about<br />
my living.<br />
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Was simple then<br />
being all alert,<br />
always taking,<br />
never giving.<br />
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Vanity lived there<br />
ever present,<br />
but gone in <br />
one blink of eye.<br />
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Time will tell<br />
the tale of truth<br />
of which we<br />
dare not deny.<br />
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Still here awaiting<br />
the singer's choice <br />
of loves' lost<br />
and lovers true.<br />
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The joker has<br />
had his laugh<br />
and cupid is<br />
broken and blue.<br />
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Char Chandler<br />
1/28/2010<br />
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(suggest a title)??Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-23151547550621001302010-01-21T08:12:00.000-08:002010-01-21T08:12:16.706-08:00Dementia, Short and SweetA friend emailed me this little funny this morning, and I just had to share it:<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>Dear God,</em><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?</em><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>Sincerely, Edna</em><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>Dear God,</em><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. </em><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those bastards at the post office.</em><br />
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</div><em>Sincerely, Edna</em>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-30067744467694825042009-12-28T11:24:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:24:53.288-08:00Road Trip Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/Szj-hfVwj7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zqyqrKSG5IU/s1600-h/TrafficJamAlert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/Szj-hfVwj7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zqyqrKSG5IU/s320/TrafficJamAlert.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Prepared or not, I was certainly annoyed. For whatever insane reasoning, I thought Sunday would be the best day for me to travel from Kentucky back to Florida. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>NOT!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I left very early and watched the sun rising over Nashville's skyline. Traffic was sparse and I made very good time, getting to Atlanta in six hours. From the south side of Atlanta to Valdosta took 5.5 frickin hours!</span><br />
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I'm thinking that just maybe, road rage can be a good thing at times. At least it kept me awake until I finally got home after 16.5 hours...a trip that usually takes me about 14. Plus, its hard to sleep while shooting birds at fellow drivers.<br />
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I swear (<em>and I did some swearing</em>) I could've walked faster than the traffic was moving. I'm talkin about 10 mpr or less....then it slowed down!<br />
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I considered flying, but when I stay a week or more, I like to have my own wheels. Anyway, I did have a great Christmas with my family and daughter. For that, I am thankful (AND<em> for not getting a speeding ticket or arrested for giving obscene gestures</em>).<br />
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So I'm home, and it feels wonderful! Friday, it will be 2010, and if I manage to get through the night before, I will be cooking my usual fare for New Year's Day. It includes corned beef and cabbage, blackeyed peas and cornbread. <em>Oh, and don't forget to cook a dime in the cabbage</em>.<br />
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</div>I made it! Evidently, I must have 'speeded' just a bit, having beat my own personal record (again).<br />
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Anywho...I'm here with my daughter, ready to enjoy the holidays.<br />
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Hope all of you enjoy the Christmas Holidays with the ones you love. And, remember, you are where you're supposed to be.<br />
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<em>And, if I don't quit the speeding, I'm gonna be in jail...and I know that's not where I'm supposed to be.</em><br />
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Merry Christmas!</span></strong><br />
</div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-50022732117881969502009-11-26T20:17:00.000-08:002012-03-01T09:16:42.561-08:00After the turkey...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The quiet speaks loudly<br />
now that guests have gone<br />
The smell of turkey<br />
though, is evident still.<br />
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Alone now, I sit with<br />
my feet up and pain in my back.<br />
It has been a good day<br />
and I am thankful.<br />
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I play some old music <br />
to drown out the silence.<br />
From a playlist that I<br />
dubbed "Old Faves".<br />
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Melancholy seeps into my soul<br />
Nostalgia sits by my side.<br />
I am tired and feeling old<br />
I miss my family on holidays.Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-20143270151677243042009-11-07T20:39:00.000-08:002009-11-07T20:39:09.765-08:00Gator AideYesterday's golf game was interesting. Do you think you could tee off with this guy only a few yards from you? I was too chicken chit to get close enough to get his full length in frame, but trust me, he was a whopper! Gator aide, anyone?<br />
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</div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-71516876218879439332009-10-26T05:52:00.000-07:002009-10-26T05:52:56.331-07:00Did you hear that?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/SuWXw9wPP2I/AAAAAAAAAro/_YblimgaN7w/s1600-h/lolcats+cant+hear+u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/SuWXw9wPP2I/AAAAAAAAAro/_YblimgaN7w/s320/lolcats+cant+hear+u.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div><em>If my mother knew I was telling everyone this story, she would be sooo pissed at me. But I just can't help it. (and its totally true).</em><br />
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My mother is getting really hard of hearing, but refuses to do anything about it. Last week my <a href="http://kahuna7527.blogspot.com/">twisted sister</a> took her to family night at her church where they have dinner, entertainment and socialize for the evening. <br />
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One of the entertainment acts for the evening was a group of ten ladies 'signing' hymns. Mom turns to Kathy and says VERY loudly "I CAN'T HEAR A WORD THEY'RE SAYING". Of course the whole church heard this and couldn't resist laughing.<br />
<em>(Kathy was somewhere under the table).</em><br />
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Moms.....you gotta love 'em.Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-88105432795803941552009-10-24T05:20:00.000-07:002009-10-24T05:36:13.684-07:00Hayride Anyone?I love Maxine in the fall....<br />
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</div><em>I know that I am being a bad blogger, but I am bummed out and word empty.</em><br />
<em>So I am just going to share another joke that I received. So enjoy and have a great weekend.</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Last week, I checked into the Four Seasons in Palm Beach and was a bit lonely. I thought, "I'll call one of those men you see advertised in phone books for escorts and sensual massages."<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I looked through the phone book, found a full page ad for a guy calling himself Tender Tony - a very handsome man with assorted physical skills flexing in the photo. He had all the right muscles in all the right places, thick wavy hair, long powerful legs, dazzling smile, six pack abs and I felt quite certain I could bounce a quarter off his well oiled butt.... you get the picture. I figured, what the heck, I'll give him a call.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hello, ma'am, how may I help you?" ... Oh my, he sounded sooo sexy! Afraid I would lose my nerve if I hesitated I rushed right in, "Hi, I hear you give a great massage, I'd like you to come to my room and give me one. "No, wait, I should be straight with you. I'm in town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want it hot, and I want it now."<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather, whips, everything you've got in your bag of tricks. We'll go hot and heavy all night - tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything and everything baby.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Now how does that sound?"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He said, "Oh my God... that sounds absolutely fantastic, but you need to press 9 for an outside line."<br />
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</div>These trees are just mystical to me.<br />
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I suppose they are terribly invasive when they begin to eat your house...but you gotta love them.<br />
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</div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-70429127077546451722009-10-07T09:01:00.000-07:002009-10-07T09:30:32.447-07:00Self Inventory<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/SszBv6vUWyI/AAAAAAAAAog/4hC08IilOqM/s1600-h/basset.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389895883021376290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/SszBv6vUWyI/AAAAAAAAAog/4hC08IilOqM/s320/basset.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><p>I want to have my brows lifted,<br />to look as if I am<br />in perpetual surprise<br />and have those roman shades<br />removed from my lids.<br /><br />I want the corners<br />of my eyes<br />pointed toward<br />the top of my head,<br />not slinking toward my ears.<br /><br />I want my lips plumped up<br />to rid myself<br />of two wrinkled worms<br />pressed together,<br />one atop the other.<br /><br />I want the corners<br />of my mouth turned up<br />so I look happy when I'm not.<br />I want my basset hound jaws<br />pulled up from my neck.<br /><br />I want my tatas<br />looking perky<br />and my butt cheeks<br />firm and sassy.<br />Please and thank you, Dr Plastic.<br /><br />Char Chandler<br />October, 2009</div>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-50928948646675931072009-09-30T18:29:00.000-07:002013-01-20T17:10:37.239-08:00Always Autumn<div align="left">
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<em><span style="color: white;">September, 2009</span></em>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-92040623657510936162009-09-28T06:55:00.000-07:002012-03-01T09:06:11.070-08:00How hot is it?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A FLORIDA BLESSING<br />
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·If you are not a resident of FLORIDA or never have lived in the hot, humid Southeast you may not understand the weight of this blessing!<br />
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· Bless this house, oh Lord, we cry.<br />
· Please keep it cool in mid-July.<br />
· Bless the walls where termites dine,<br />
· While ants and roaches march in time.<br />
· Bless our yard where spiders pass<br />
· Fire ant castles in the grass.<br />
· Bless the garage, a home to please<br />
· Carpenter beetles, ticks and fleas.<br />
· Bless the love bugs, two by two,<br />
· the gnats and mosquitoes that feed on you.<br />
· Millions of creatures that fly or crawl,<br />
· in FLORIDA, Lord, you've put them all!!<br />
· But this is home, and here we'll stay,<br />
· So thank you Lord, for insect spray.<br />
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· HOLD IT............there's more.....................<br />
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· YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN FLORIDA IN JULY WHEN. . .<br />
· The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground..<br />
· The trees are whistling for the dogs.<br />
· The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.<br />
· Hot water now comes out of both taps.<br />
· You can make sun tea instantly.<br />
· You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron!<br />
· The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly.<br />
· You discover that in July it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car.<br />
· You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.<br />
· You actually burn your hand opening the car door.<br />
· You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.<br />
· Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"<br />
· You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.<br />
· The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.<br />
· Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.<br />
· The cows are giving evaporated milk. Ah, what a place to call home.<br />
· God Bless FLORIDA !!Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311122606628249224.post-22888100280617627552009-09-22T20:47:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:18:24.654-07:00Day at the BeachYesterday, I decided to go to the beach for a while. I took a book and beach chair and baked for a couple hours. (<em>Yes, I know the dangers of the sun, but I ruined my skin long ago by offering myself as a human sacrifice all through my teen years</em>.) My mother used to tell me I was getting too dark and it made my eyes look weird. Well, the boys had started to call me 'bedroom eyes', so who do you think won that one?<br /><br />It was hotter than hell, but the breeze off the Gulf felt great and I took a nice long walk. As I walk, I am picking up rocks that catch my eye. Yes, some days are shell days, shark tooth days, and yesterday was a rock day. Silly, I know. Anyway, here are some that caught my attention.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518899698018802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/SrmnaS7gqfI/AAAAAAAAAno/ao3P43UaTLc/s320/000_1024.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384513666786246754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/Srmips0HwGI/AAAAAAAAAmo/oMaGI1lK0sc/s400/000_1022.JPG" /><br />Then when I get home, I just can't leave things alone. I started to see things in these rocks. And wallah....look at these:<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523533415734306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/SrmroA353CI/AAAAAAAAAoA/KIh3rvAxdxE/s320/000_1026.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384514559257463666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4-wKCi4f94/Srmjdph1y3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/fqH4GUBWQQo/s320/000_1025.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I am so easily entertained. Oh well, blame it on the heat!</span>Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13721202924711744684noreply@blogger.com13