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General Scroll Saw Talk / Steve's video for May25th!!!
« on: May 26, 2011, 12:59:23 pm »
I honestly believe that if Steve were not doing things for Scroll Saw folks ..He MIGHT be Dangerous!
Be SURE to check the BlogSpot for Thursday, May 26, 2011!!!
It is VERY clever and practical!
~~~GrayBeard~~~
(on the way to make one for myself!!)
Be SURE to check the BlogSpot for Thursday, May 26, 2011!!!
It is VERY clever and practical!
~~~GrayBeard~~~
(on the way to make one for myself!!)
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The Coffee Shop / Just a comment.....
« on: May 25, 2011, 10:30:26 pm »
Several members have recently sent me emails or PM's about copying and passing on things I have posted here.
Please, feel free to share anything I post with your friends, family, Pastor, mistress, lover or anyone you wish.
Most of the things I post I get from my friends and relatives or by doing my routine 'surfing' of the 'net'.
News items that I pass on are the ones that struck a chord with me and I hope others find them interesting also.
I certainly have no exclusive on any of the gags, jokes, etc. and I just like to make others smile as many have said they do when they read one of the 'funny' things I have passed on.
IF something I placed here lifts your spirit or gives you an old fashioned belly laugh I feel that I have done my part to make someone else's life just a bit more pleasant.
I don't like grumpy, unhappy people!
~~~GB~~~
Please, feel free to share anything I post with your friends, family, Pastor, mistress, lover or anyone you wish.
Most of the things I post I get from my friends and relatives or by doing my routine 'surfing' of the 'net'.
News items that I pass on are the ones that struck a chord with me and I hope others find them interesting also.
I certainly have no exclusive on any of the gags, jokes, etc. and I just like to make others smile as many have said they do when they read one of the 'funny' things I have passed on.
IF something I placed here lifts your spirit or gives you an old fashioned belly laugh I feel that I have done my part to make someone else's life just a bit more pleasant.
I don't like grumpy, unhappy people!
~~~GB~~~
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The Coffee Shop / A 'different' view of the Joplin situation....
« on: May 25, 2011, 10:17:33 pm »
(CBS News)
Joplin, Mo., was hit with a devastating tornado Sunday that left at least 125 people dead, another 900 or so injured, and a trail of destruction that's estimated will cost the community more than $3 billion.
CBS News Southern Bureau Chief Scott Keenan filed this report from Joplin.
JOPLIN, Mo., - It's hard to describe the devastation in Joplin, Mo. I've covered a fair amount mayhem in my career, but Joplin stands out.
By now, most everyone has seen the pictures of the rubble: St. John's medical center with all the windows blown out and the drapes blowing in the wind; Cars stacked three, four high; Neighborhood after neighborhood without a single structure standing; block after block after block of debris.
We call it debris, but for the folks in Joplin it is their lives. What we can't convey on television are the smells: the overwhelming smell of natural gas from broken pipes, rain-soaked drywall, and for one of our photographers, the smell of death permeating from the inside of a smashed car.
The first person we came across when we arrived was a young mother combing through the rubble where her house stood 24 hours earlier. She found a small stuffed animal that was her daughter's.
Among all the carnage, she found one tiny stuffed fish, just a couple inches long. She broke down crying. What you see on television is the brave front of proud people. They will tell you that they are thankful that they are safe, that their families are safe.
They keep telling us they just lost material items. "We are down, but not out," "We will rebuild" and "Joplin will come back." But what is hard to show is the profound sadness of the people. When driving through the neighborhoods, as people sift through their lives under the splinters of wood, there is just a look of sadness on their faces.
People randomly break down all the time. On our first night we stopped at a bustling pizza joint. It was packed and people were in good spirits. Our waitress was hustling from table to table, talking up the customers. We asked how she was doing and she told us she lost her house, but everyone was okay. The brave face. She kept on going, slinging pizzas and beer before she rounded back to our table. "Everyone is doin' fine. ... Well, one of our waitress hasn't heard from her 16-year old boy yet, but they'll find him." She turned the corner and started crying.
That's normal here right now.
Of course, over time, the sadness will lift and the people of Joplin will rebuild. Kids will get back to playing baseball and soccer. Schools will be rebuilt and people will get on with their lives.
While that all might be true, it is still hard to understand that how, in just a few short minutes, so many lives could be lost and other changed forever.
Joplin, Mo., was hit with a devastating tornado Sunday that left at least 125 people dead, another 900 or so injured, and a trail of destruction that's estimated will cost the community more than $3 billion.
CBS News Southern Bureau Chief Scott Keenan filed this report from Joplin.
JOPLIN, Mo., - It's hard to describe the devastation in Joplin, Mo. I've covered a fair amount mayhem in my career, but Joplin stands out.
By now, most everyone has seen the pictures of the rubble: St. John's medical center with all the windows blown out and the drapes blowing in the wind; Cars stacked three, four high; Neighborhood after neighborhood without a single structure standing; block after block after block of debris.
We call it debris, but for the folks in Joplin it is their lives. What we can't convey on television are the smells: the overwhelming smell of natural gas from broken pipes, rain-soaked drywall, and for one of our photographers, the smell of death permeating from the inside of a smashed car.
The first person we came across when we arrived was a young mother combing through the rubble where her house stood 24 hours earlier. She found a small stuffed animal that was her daughter's.
Among all the carnage, she found one tiny stuffed fish, just a couple inches long. She broke down crying. What you see on television is the brave front of proud people. They will tell you that they are thankful that they are safe, that their families are safe.
They keep telling us they just lost material items. "We are down, but not out," "We will rebuild" and "Joplin will come back." But what is hard to show is the profound sadness of the people. When driving through the neighborhoods, as people sift through their lives under the splinters of wood, there is just a look of sadness on their faces.
People randomly break down all the time. On our first night we stopped at a bustling pizza joint. It was packed and people were in good spirits. Our waitress was hustling from table to table, talking up the customers. We asked how she was doing and she told us she lost her house, but everyone was okay. The brave face. She kept on going, slinging pizzas and beer before she rounded back to our table. "Everyone is doin' fine. ... Well, one of our waitress hasn't heard from her 16-year old boy yet, but they'll find him." She turned the corner and started crying.
That's normal here right now.
Of course, over time, the sadness will lift and the people of Joplin will rebuild. Kids will get back to playing baseball and soccer. Schools will be rebuilt and people will get on with their lives.
While that all might be true, it is still hard to understand that how, in just a few short minutes, so many lives could be lost and other changed forever.
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The Coffee Shop / "I Like Pigs"
« on: May 25, 2011, 08:44:51 pm »
I like pigs.
Dogs look up to us.
Cats look down on us.
Pigs treat us as equals.
Winston Churchill
Dogs look up to us.
Cats look down on us.
Pigs treat us as equals.
Winston Churchill
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The Coffee Shop / "Just Fred..."
« on: May 25, 2011, 08:32:52 pm »A cop stops a Harley for traveling faster than the posted speed limit,
so he asks the biker his name.
' Fred, ' he replies.
' Fred what? ' the officer asks.
' Just Fred, ' the man responds.
The officer is in a good mood and thinks he might just give the biker a break and, write him out a warning instead of a ticket. The officer then presses him for the last name.
The man tells him that he used to have a last name but lost it. The officer thinks that he has a nut case on his hands but plays along with it. ' Tell me, Fred, how did you lose your last name? '
The biker replies, ' It ' s a long story, so stay with me. ' I was born Fred Johnson.
I studied hard and got good grades.
When I got older, I realized that I wanted to be a doctor. I went through college, medical school, internship, residency, and finally got my degree, so I was Fred Johnson, MD.. After a while I got bored being a doctor, so I decided to go back to school.
Dentistry was my dream! Got all the way through School, got my degree, so then I was Fred Johnson, MD, DDS.
Got bored doing dentistry, so I started fooling around with my assistant and she gave me VD, so now I was Fred Johnson, MD, DDS, with VD.
Well, the ADA found out about the VD, so they took away my DDS.
Then I was Fred Johnson, MD, with VD. Then the AMA found out about the ADA taking away my DDS because of the VD, so they took away my MD leaving me as Fred Johnson with VD.
Then the VD took away my Johnson, so now I am Just Fred. '
The officer walked away in tears, laughing
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The Coffee Shop / Devastation in Joplin, Missouri!
« on: May 25, 2011, 03:41:25 pm »
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1389737/Joplin-MO-tornado-At-89-dead-twister-cuts-4-mile-swathe-Missouri-town.html
Pray for those folks, Please!
And more coming all around this area today and tonight.....
~~~GB~~~
Pray for those folks, Please!
And more coming all around this area today and tonight.....
~~~GB~~~
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The Coffee Shop / Entering Heaven.....Bureaucratic Screening....
« on: May 23, 2011, 01:54:30 pm »All arrivals in heaven have to go through a bureaucratic examination to determine whether admission will be granted.
One room has a clerk who inputs computerized records of what each applicant did on his or her last day of life.
The first applicant of the day explains that his last day was not a good one.
"I came home early and found my wife lying naked in bed. She claimed she had just gotten out of the shower. Well, her hair was dry and I checked the shower and it was completely dry too.
"I knew she was into some hanky-panky and I began to look for her lover.
"I went onto the balcony of our 9 th -floor apartment and found the SOB clinging to the rail by his finger tips. I was so angry that I began bashing his fingers with a flower pot.
"He let go and fell, but his fall was broken by some awnings and bushes. "On seeing he was still alive I found super-human strength to drag our antique cedar chest to the balcony and throw it over.
It hit the man and killed him. "At this point, the stress got to me and I suffered a massive heart attack and died."
The clerk thanked him and sent him on to the next office.
The second applicant said that his last day was his worst.
"I was on the roof of an apartment building working on the AC equipment. I stumbled over my tools and toppled off the building. I managed to grab onto the balcony rail of a 9 th floor apartment, but some idiot came rushing out on the balcony and bashed my hands with a flower pot.
"I fell but hit some awnings and bushes and survived, but as I looked up, I saw a huge chest falling toward me. I tried to crawl out of the way but failed and was hit a and killed by the chest."
The clerk couldn't help but chuckle as he directs the man to the next room. He is still giggling when his third customer of the day enters.
He apologizes and says, "I doubt that your last day was as interesting as the fellow in here just before you."
"I don't know," replies the man, "picture this, I'm buck naked hiding in this cedar chest..."
~~~GB~~~
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General Scroll Saw Talk / Cherie....
« on: May 23, 2011, 10:29:03 am »
are you OK?
Cherie is roughly 60 mi. northeast of wherre the stor5m did all the damage...
Will have to check facebook later...gotta run...
~~~GB~~~
Cherie is roughly 60 mi. northeast of wherre the stor5m did all the damage...
Will have to check facebook later...gotta run...
~~~GB~~~
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The Coffee Shop / "Rascals Ready To Repeat Championship Run"
« on: May 20, 2011, 09:49:32 am »
Tonight is the BIG night! The guys get their championship rings and "Away We Go!"
The weatherman is not being optimistic but I will be there poncho and all! (and my new lady friend is as much a baseball fan as I am!)
http://stpeters.patch.com/articles/rascals-ready-to-repeat-championship-run-2
~~~GB~~~
BTW...I will be doing some special pieces for the gift shop...will show pics as they are completed.
The weatherman is not being optimistic but I will be there poncho and all! (and my new lady friend is as much a baseball fan as I am!)
http://stpeters.patch.com/articles/rascals-ready-to-repeat-championship-run-2
~~~GB~~~
BTW...I will be doing some special pieces for the gift shop...will show pics as they are completed.
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The Coffee Shop / The Old Telephone on the Wall.....
« on: May 19, 2011, 05:59:25 pm »
THE OLD TELEPHONE ON THE WALL
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood..
I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the
mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough
now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No,"
I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,
"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered,
"Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "
Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you.
She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."
The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Whose life have you touched today?
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood..
I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the
mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough
now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No,"
I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,
"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered,
"Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "
Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you.
She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."
The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Whose life have you touched today?
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.
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General Scroll Saw Talk / Have not heard from Judy H.!
« on: May 18, 2011, 02:18:07 pm »
Sent her an email this morning....
~~~~~~~~~~~~`
If you don't tell me how you are doing I am going to have to come up there!
Have not heard a word since your niece called....Are you OK?
Folks are starting to wonder!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hope to hear from her soon!
~~~GB~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~`
If you don't tell me how you are doing I am going to have to come up there!
Have not heard a word since your niece called....Are you OK?
Folks are starting to wonder!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hope to hear from her soon!
~~~GB~~~
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The Coffee Shop / Only the Irish!
« on: May 18, 2011, 12:45:51 pm »
Paddy was waiting at the bus stop with his mate when a lorry went by loaded up with rolls of turf.
Paddy said, 'I gonna do that when I win lottery'.
'What's dat', says his mate.
'Send me lawn away to be cut', says Paddy.
~~~GB~~~
Paddy said, 'I gonna do that when I win lottery'.
'What's dat', says his mate.
'Send me lawn away to be cut', says Paddy.
~~~GB~~~
