Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Trivia
Monday, 29 December 2008
Family Matters
Sunday, 28 December 2008
A Push
A man is in bed with his wife when there is a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock. It is half past three in the morning. “I’m not getting out of bed at this time,” he thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” says his wife. So he drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is man standing at the door. It didn’t take the homeowner long to realize the man was drunk.
“Hi there,” slurs the stranger. “Can you give me a push?”
“No, get lost. It’s half past three. I am in bed,” says the man and slams the door.
He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened, and she says, “Dave, that wasn’t very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the baby sitter and you had to knock on that man’s house to get us started again? What would have happened if he’d told us to get lost?”
“But the guy was drunk,’’ says the husband.
“It doesn’t matter,” says the wife. “He needs our help and it would be the Christian thing to help him.”
So the husband gets out of bed again, gets dressed, and goes downstairs. He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts, “Hey, do you still want a push?”
And he hears a voice cry out, “Yeah, please.”
Still unable to see the stranger he shouts, “Where are you?”
The stranger replies, “I’m over here, on your swing.”
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Unusual Letter, Unusual Reply
Monday, 22 December 2008
Beginning
Sunday, 21 December 2008
Tired Workers
Saturday, 20 December 2008
Don't Quit
When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest, if you must - but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with it’s twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out,
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow
You might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
it seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt ,
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
The Choice Is Ours
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Coffee Is No Cure For Post-epidural Headaches
Monday, 15 December 2008
The Turtles
Sunday, 14 December 2008
An Effective Lesson
Saturday, 13 December 2008
Success
If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win, but you think you can’t
It is almost certain you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost
For out of the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed, you are
You have got to think high to rise
You have got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can!
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Curiosity
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Garlic – Your Body’s White Knight
Monday, 8 December 2008
Spaciousness
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Donations
Saturday, 6 December 2008
Meet Molly
Friday, 5 December 2008
Even This Will Pass Away
Once in Persia reigned a king
Who upon a signet ring
Carved a maxim strange and wise
When held before his eyes
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance
Solemn words, and these were they
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Trains of camel through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarkand
Fleets of galleys over the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these
But he counted little gain
Treasures of the mine or main
“What is wealth?” the king would say
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Mid the pleasures of his court
At the zenith of their sport
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests
Seated midst the figs and wine
Said the king, “Ah, friends of mine
Pleasure comes but not to stay,
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Woman, fairest ever seen
Was the bride he crowned as queen
Pillowed on the marriage-bed
Whispering to his soul, he said
“Though no monarch ever pressed
Fairer bosom to his breast
Mortal flesh is only clay
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Fighting on the furious field
Once a javelin pierced his shield
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tortured side
“Pain is hard to bear;” he cried
“But with patience, day by day
EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Towering in a public square
Forty cubits in this air
And the king disguised, unknown
Gazed upon his sculptured name
And he pondered, “What is fame?”
“Fame is but a slow decay!
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Struck with palsy, sore and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold
Said he with his dying breath
“Life is done, but what is Death?”
Then as answer to the king
Fell a sunbeam on his ring
Showing by a heavenly ray
EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
- Theodore Tilton
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Transparent Butterfly
The Transparent Butterfly comes from Central America and is found from Mexico to Panama. It is quite common in its zone, but it not easy to find because of its transparent wings, which is a natural camouflage mechanism.
A butterfly with transparent wings is rare and beautiful. As delicate, as finely blown glass, the presence of this rare tropical gem is used by rain forest ecologists as an indication of high habitat quality and its demise alerts them of ecological change.
Rivalling the refined beauty of a stained glass window, the translucent wings of the Glasswing butterfly shimmer in the sunlight like polished panes of turquoise, orange, green, and red.
All things beautiful do not have to be full of colour to be noticed. In life that which is unnoticed often has the most power.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Tongue Map Is Inaccurate
Monday, 1 December 2008
The Pretty Lady
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Isn't It Nice
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Time
This fact can be quite frightening to us if we can fully understand the implication of what it means to lose every second of our lives without making full use of them or gaining something beneficial in return.
We have somehow taken this fact for granted, like we did for so many other things in life. We have let each day passes by followed by weeks, months and eventually years. We've all grown older each day, but we may not necessarily have grown wiser.
- Author Unknown
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Effect Of Soya On Cholesterol.
Monday, 24 November 2008
Ripples On The Pond
Saturday, 22 November 2008
Loving You…
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Today
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
More Water May Not Help Skin
Monday, 17 November 2008
A Farmer And His Frogs
Sunday, 16 November 2008
The Mystery-Lover
Saturday, 15 November 2008
You Are A Survivor
If sometimes you feel disappointed and angry at fate’s cruel ways.
If sometimes you feel life is unfair, as you struggle through trying days.
If sometimes you’re tempted, when fate knocks you down, and you don’t wish to get up anymore;
If you feel that it’s no use to stay in the game, to struggle and win as before . . .
Remember! You are a survivor! You will make it – somehow;
Don’t look too far ahead for tomorrow, just get through this day . . . live for now!
Remember that with each new tomorrow, you will leave some troubles behind;
With every sunrise a new day is dawning and feel certain on this day you’ll find . . .
That life is not always so cruel, the days, not at all times so long;
For after the storm comes a rainbow, and after the pain . . . comes a song!
- Author Unknown
Thursday, 13 November 2008
Wars
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
White Peacocks
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Class Reunion
Monday, 10 November 2008
Write In The Sand Or Carve In The Rock
Sunday, 9 November 2008
The Conductor
Friday, 7 November 2008
Life Cannot Be Counted In Candles ...
Monday, 3 November 2008
The Power Of Words
Sunday, 2 November 2008
The Case
Saturday, 1 November 2008
A Special Day
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Temperature Falls, Heart Attacks Rise?
Monday, 27 October 2008
Giving
Saturday, 25 October 2008
Plant Lets Its Blog Do The Talking
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Two Days Of Freedom
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
Grape Juice vs Red Wine
Monday, 20 October 2008
Enough Is Enough
Sunday, 19 October 2008
Which One To Go
Tuesday, 14 October 2008
Night Urination Cuts Bladder Cancer Risk
Monday, 13 October 2008
Four Seasons
Sunday, 12 October 2008
The Hired Killer
Friday, 10 October 2008
A Poem
I know a road that leads into a city
Also a lane that finds a cooling stream
Where ferns may look down at their green reflection
And sway with the winds and dream
I know a path that leads into a forest
Lined with purple shadows of the night
While poplars bend somewhere along a hilltop
Ringing their silver bells in quick delight
I know a trail that dances over hill-tops
Reaching high for clouds that sail the blue
But best I know a path that leads me homeward
A lane that takes me home to friends - and you.
- Author Unknown