Archive for November, 2008

Nov 25 2008

Posted by under Tips

FW: Huge Computer Virus


Norton is gearing up for this virus! I check out Snopes (URL below), it is for real!!
Get this E-mail message sent around to your contacts  ASAP.


You should be alert during the next few days. Do not open any message with an attachment entitled ‘POSTCARD FROM HALLMARK,’ regardless of who sent it to you.
It is a virus which opens A POSTCARD IMAGE, which ‘burns’ the whole hard disc C of your computer. This virus will be received from someone who has your e-mail address in his/her contact list. This is the reason why you need to send this e-mail to all your contacts It is better to receive this message 25 times than to receive the virus and open it.


If you receive a mail called’ POSTCARD,’ even though sent to you by a friend, do not open it! Shut down your computer immediately.
This is the worst virus announced by CNN. It has been  classified by Microsoft as the most destructive virus ever. This virus was discovered by
McAfee yesterday, and there is no repair yet for this kind of virus.  This virus simply destroys the Zero Sector of the Hard Disc, where the
vital information is kept.


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Nov 24 2008

Posted by under Feel Good,Humor,Reality


Subject: WORRY



A friend sent this to me and I thought ya’ll would enjoy it.




Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their

own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached

spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It’s their life," and

feel nothing?


When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for

doctors to put a few stitches in my son’s head. I asked, "When do you stop



The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage."  My Mom/Dad just

smiled faintly and said nothing.


When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard

how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was

headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher

said, "Don’t worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit

back, relax and enjoy them."  My Mom/Dad just smiled faintly and said



When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring,

the cars to come home, the front door to open.  A friend said, "They’re

trying to find themselves. Don’t worry, in a few years, you can stop

worrying. They’ll be adults."  My Mom/Dad just smiled faintly and said



By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable.  I was still

worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle.  There was nothing I

could do about it.  My Mom/Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.  I

continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations

and absorbed in their disappointments.


My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead

my own life.  I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my Mom/Dad’s

warm smile and their occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?  Call me

the minute you get home.  Are you depressed about something?"


Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry?  Is concern for

one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties

and the fears of the unknown?  Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that

elevates us to the highest form of life?


One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where

were you? I’ve been calling for 3 days, and no one answered.  I was



I smiled a warm smile.  The torch has been passed.




(And also to your children. That’s the fun part)

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Nov 22 2008

Posted by under Humor


A man in Phoenix calls his son in New  York the day before Thanksgiving and says," I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough." 
"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams.  "We  can’t stand 
the sight of each other any longer," the father says.  "We’re  sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister  in Chicago and tell  her." 
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.  "Like heck 
they’re getting divorced," she shouts, "I’ll take care of  this." 
She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams  at her father, "You are NOT getting divorced.  Don’t do a single thing  until I get there.  I’m 
calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there  tomorrow.  Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs  up. 
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.  "Okay,"  he says, "they’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own  way."  

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Nov 17 2008

Posted by under Humor

Why Parents Drink

A Mother passing by her son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was
addressed to ‘Mom’ With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with hands and read the letter.
Dear Mom:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion…   Mom she’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.
We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don’t worry Mom. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.


Your Son Paul

P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I’m over at Dustin’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that’s in my center desk drawer.
I love you. Call me when it’s safe to come home.

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