tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83403606073204488102009-02-21T08:44:31.723-08:00Notes 4 the Usual Suspects<strong>Usually Humor or Life's Oddities - </strong> All Gleaned from E-MailsBlogmeisternoreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-2648596545460189422009-02-11T21:54:00.000-08:002009-02-11T21:55:18.261-08:00First Day on a new jobA passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.<br /><br />For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver said, 'I'm sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me.'<br /><br />The frightened passenger apologized to the driver and said he didn't realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.<br /><br />The driver replied, 'No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my first day driving a cab. I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years.'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-264859654546018942?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-77005353213619764922008-11-24T20:50:00.001-08:002008-11-24T20:50:33.998-08:00Thanksgiving Predicted Weather ForecastThanksgiving Predicted Weather Forecast<br /><br />Turkeys will thaw in the morning, then warm in the oven to an afternoon high near 190F. <br /><br />The kitchen will turn hot and humid, and if you bother the cook, be ready for a severe squall or cold shoulder.<br /><br />During the late afternoon and evening, the cold front of a knife will slice through the turkey, causing an accumulation of one to two inches on plates. <br /><br />Mashed potatoes will drift across one side while cranberry sauce creates slippery spots on the other. Please pass the gravy.<br /><br />A weight watch and indigestion warning have been issued for the entire area, with increased stuffiness around the beltway. <br /><br />During the late afternoon and evening, the turkey will diminish and taper off to leftovers, dropping to a low of 34F in the refrigerator.<br /><br />Looking ahead to Friday and Saturday, high pressure to eat sandwiches will be established. <br /><br />Flurries of leftovers can be expected both days with a 50 percent chance of scattered soup late in the day. <br /><br />We expect a warming trend where soup develops. <br /><br />By early next week, eating pressure will be low as the only wish left will be the bone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-7700535321361976492?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-40801475912336514272008-11-20T20:57:00.000-08:002008-11-20T20:58:05.990-08:00The Night Before ThanksgivingThe Night Before Thanksgiving <br /><br />Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the kitchen;<br />I was cooking and baking and moanin' and bitchin'.<br />I've been here for hours, I can't stop to rest,<br />this rooms a disaster, just look at this mess!<br /><br />Tomorrow I've got thirty people to feed.<br />They expect all the trimmings. Who cares what I need!<br />My feet are both blistered, I've got cramps in my legs.<br />The cat just knocked over a bowl full of eggs.<br /><br />There's a knock at the door and the telephone's ringing;<br />frosting drips on the counter as the microwave's dinging.<br />Two pies in the oven, dessert's almost done;<br />my cookbook is soiled with butter and crumbs.<br /><br />I've had all I can stand, I can't take anymore;<br />Then in walks my husband, spilling rum on the floor.<br />He weaves and he wobbles, his balance unsteady;<br />then grins as he chuckles "The eggnog is ready !"<br /><br />He looks all around and with total regret,<br />says "What's taking so long....aren't you through in here yet ??"<br />As quick as a flash I reach for a knife; He loses an earlobe;<br />I wanted his life !<br /><br />He flees from the room in terror and pain<br />and screams "My God Woman, You’re Going Insane!!"<br />Now what was I doing, and what is that smell ?<br />Oh, darn, it's the pies !! They're burned all to hell.<br /><br />I hate to admit when I make a mistake,<br />but I put them on Broil instead of on Bake.<br />What else can go wrong ?? Is there still more ahead ??<br />If this is good living, I'd rather be dead.<br /><br />Lord, don't get me wrong, I love holidays;<br />It just leaves me exhausted, all shaky and dazed.<br />But I promise you one thing, If I live till next year,<br />You won't find me pulling my hair out in here.<br />I'll hire a maid, a cook, and a waiter;<br />and if that doesn't work, I'll Have it all Catered <br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving To Everyone!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-4080147591233651427?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-58326932679968697362008-10-31T13:29:00.001-07:002008-10-31T13:29:46.227-07:00HOW TO INSTALL A HOME SECURITY SYSTEM1. Go to a second-hand store and buy a pair of men's used size 14- 16 work boots.<br /><br />2. Place them on your front porch, along with a copy of Guns & Ammo Magazine.<br /><br />3. Put a few giant dog dishes next to the boots and magazines.<br /><br />4. Leave a note on your door that reads:<br /><br />Hey Bubba,<br />Me, Big Jim, Duke and Slim went for more ammunition. Back in an hour. <br />Don't mess with the pit bulls-- they attacked the mailman this morning <br />and messed him up real bad. <br />I don't think Killer took part in it but it was hard to tell from all the blood.<br />Anyway, I locked all four of 'em in the house.<br /><br />Better wait outside.<br /><br />'Cooter'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-5832693267996869736?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-59248240973384437702008-08-25T16:16:00.000-07:002008-08-25T16:21:10.855-07:00Aging of malesYou are in the middle of some kind of project around the house. Mowing the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever You are hot and sweaty.. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit: shorts with the hole in the crotch, old t-shirt with a stain from 'who knows what', and an old pair of tennis shoes. Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job. Depending on your age, you might do the following: <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />In your 20's: </span><br /><br />Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know -- you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running the register. <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">In your 30s:</span> <br /><br />Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You married the hot chick, so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with. <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">In your 40's:</span> <br /><br />Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brut is almost empty, so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking-in than flexing. The spicy young thing running the register is your daughter's age, and you feel weird thinking she is spicy. <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">In your 50's: </span><br /><br />Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror, and you swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming, and you think you still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar and it says, 'I Got Worms.' <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">In your 60's:</span> <br /><br />Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog poop off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out of the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your glasses on, so you are not sure. <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">In your 70's: </span><br /><br />Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have your prescriptions ready, too. Don't even notice the dog poop on your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of her <br />grandfather. <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">In your 80's:</span> <br /><br />Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you needed to go to Wal-Mart.. Go to Wal-Mart and wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think someone called out your name. You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-5924824097338443770?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-57652599923717808462008-07-31T18:22:00.001-07:002008-07-31T18:22:54.979-07:00Thinkers AnonymousIt started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.<br /> <br />I began to think alone—"to relax," I told myself—but I knew it wasn’t true. I was thinking all the time. I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don’t mix, but I couldn’t stop myself.<br /> <br />I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"<br /> <br />Things weren’t going so great at home, either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother’s.<br /> <br />I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don’t stop thinking on the job, you’ll have to find somewhere else to work." This gave me a lot to think about.<br /> <br />I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I’ve been thinking…" <br /> <br />"I know you’ve been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" <br /> <br />"But, honey, surely it’s not that serious!"<br /> <br />"It IS serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as a college professor, and college professors don’t make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won’t have any money!"<br /> <br />"That’s a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I’d had enough. "I’m going to the library!" I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed for the library, listening to NPR along the way, and hoping when I got to my destination, I would find some Nietzsche to read. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors….but they didn’t open. The library was closed.<br /> <br />To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, wimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye: ‘Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?’ it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster. It is responsible for what I am today—a recovering thinker. <br /> <br />I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky’s." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed…easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-5765259992371780846?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-87772911105357445372008-07-18T18:29:00.002-07:002008-07-18T18:30:17.408-07:00Bob and the BlondeBob walked into a restaurant around 9:58 PM.<br /><br />He sat down and a blonde waitress came to take his order. From where he was sitting he could see a T.V.<br /><br />The 10:00 PM news was coming on. The news crew was covering a story of a man on a ledge of a large building preparing to jump.<br /><br />The blonde looked at Bob and said, 'Do you think he'll jump?'<br /><br />Bob says, 'You know, I bet he'll jump.'<br /><br />The blonde replied, 'Well, I bet he won't.'<br /><br />Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, 'You're on!'<br /><br />Just as the blonde placed her money on the table, the guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death.<br /><br />The blonde was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, 'Fair's fair. Here's your money.'<br /><br />Bob replied, 'I can't take your money, I saw this earlier on the 5 PM news and so I knew he would jump.'<br /><br />The blond replied, 'I did too; but I didn't think he'd do it again.'<br /><br />Bob took the money...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-8777291110535744537?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-76412101471461839762008-07-18T18:29:00.001-07:002008-07-18T18:29:53.992-07:00Life is ToughHow do these people survive??<br /><br /><br />ONE - Recently, when I went to McDonald's I saw on the menu that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half dozen nuggets. "We don't have half dozen nuggets," said the teenager at the counter. "You don't?" I replied. "We only have six, nine, or twelve," was the reply. "So I can't order a half dozen nuggets, but I can order six?"<br />"That's right." So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets<br /><br />TWO - I was checking out at the local Wal-Mart with just a few items and the lady behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked up one of those "dividers" that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our things so they wouldn't get mixed. After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the "divider", looking it all over for t he bar code so she could scan it. Not finding the bar code she said to me, "Do you know how much this is?" I said to her "I've changed my mind, I don't think I'll buy that today." She said "OK," and I paid her for the things and left. She had no clue to what had just happened.<br /><br />THREE - A lady at work was seen putting a credit card into her floppy drive and pulling it out very quickly. When I inquired as to what she was doing, she said she was shopping on the Internet and they kept asking for a credit card number, so she was using the ATM "thingy."<br /><br />FOUR - I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her car. "Do you need some help?" I asked. She replied, "I knew I should have replaced the battery to this remote door unlocker. Now I can't get into my car. Do you think they (pointing to a distant convenience store) would have a battery to fit this?" "Hmmm, I dunno. Do you have an alarm, too?" I asked.<br />"No, just this remote thingy," she answered, handing it and the car keys to me. As I took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied, "Why don't you drive over there and check about the batteries. It's a long walk."<br /><br />FIVE - Several years ago, we had an Intern who was none too swift. One day she was typing and turned to a secretary and said, "I'm almost out of typing paper. What do I do?" "Just use copier machine paper," the secretary told her. With that, the intern took her last remaining blank piece of paper, put it on the photocopier and proceeded to make five "blank" copies.<br /><br />SIX - I was in a car dealership a while ago, when a large motor home was towed into the garage. The front of the vehicle was in dire need of repair and the whole thing generally looked like an extra in "Twister." I asked the manager what had happened. He told me that the driver had set the "cruise control" and then went in the back to make a sandwich.<br /><br />SEVEN - My neighbor works in the operations department in the central office of a large bank. Employees in the field call him when they have problems with their computers. One night he got a call from a woman in one of the branch banks who had this question: "I've got smoke coming from the back of my terminal. Do you guys have a fire downtown?"<br /><br />EIGHT - Police in Radnor, Pa , interrogated a suspect by placing a metal colander on his head and connecting it with wires to a photocopy machine.<br />The message "He's lying" was placed in the copier, and police pressed the copy button each time they thought the suspect wasn't telling the truth.<br />Believing the "lie detector" was working, the suspect confessed.<br /><br />NINE - A mother calls 911 very worried asking the dispatcher if she needs to take her kid to the emergency room, the kid was eating ants. The dispatcher tells her to give the kid some Benadryl and it should be fine, the mother says, I just gave him some ant killer..... Dispatcher: Rush him in to emergency room!<br /><br />Life is tough.<br /><br />It's tougher if you're stupid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-7641210147146183976?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-21861495493272799562008-07-14T16:26:00.001-07:002008-07-14T16:26:55.815-07:00Older vs YoungerA C-130 was lumbering along when a cocky F-16 flashed by. The jet jockey decided to show off.<br /><br />The fighter jock told the C-130 pilot, "Watch this!" and promptly went into a barrel roll followed by a steep climb. He then finished with a sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier. The F-16 pilot asked the C-130 pilot what he thought of that?<br /> <br />The C-130 pilot said, "That was impressive, but watch this!"<br /><br />The C-130 droned along for about 5 minutes and then the C-130 pilot came back on and said: "What did you think of that?"<br /><br />Puzzled, the F-16 pilot asked, "What the heck did you do?"<br /><br />The C-130 pilot chuckled. "I stood up, stretched my legs, scratched my privates, walked to the back, went to the bathroom, then got a cup of coffee and a cinnamon bun."<br /><br />When you are young & foolish - speed & flash may seem a good thing!!!<br /><br />When you get older & smarter - comfort & dull is not such a bad thing!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-2186149549327279956?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-68858277805089517592008-07-02T16:00:00.001-07:002008-07-02T16:00:31.723-07:00Indian Rope DeerNames have been removed to protect the stupid. <br /><br />"I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. <br /><br />The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. <br /><br />I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. <br /><br />After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. <br /><br />I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. <br /><br />I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education. <br /><br />The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. <br /><br />That deer EXPLODED. <br />The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. <br /><br />A deer-- no chance. <br /><br />That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. <br /><br />The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slowly and painfully somewhere. <br /><br />At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder – a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back. <br /><br />Did you know that deer bite? They do. I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head --almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. <br /><br />The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. <br /><br />While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. <br /><br />They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. <br /><br />I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse –strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. <br /><br />This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. <br /><br />I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. <br /><br />The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. <br /><br />Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down. <br /><br />Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are lying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. <br /><br />I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. <br /><br />So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the prey."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-6885827780508951759?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-70364023046350775912008-07-01T22:16:00.001-07:002008-07-01T22:16:22.397-07:00Age and I Don't RememberQ: Where can men over the age of 50 find younger, sexy women who are interested in them?<br />A: Try a bookstore - under fiction.<br /><br />Q: What can a man do while his wife is going through menopause?<br />A: Keep busy. If you're handy with tools, you can finish the basement. When you are done you will have a place to live.<br /><br />Q: How can you increase the heart rate of your 50+ year old husband?<br />A: Tell him you're pregnant.<br /><br />Q: How can you avoid that terrible curse of the elderly wrinkles?<br />A: Take off your glasses<br /><br />Q: Why should 50+ year old people use valet parking?<br />A: Valets don't forget where they park your car.<br /><br />Q: Is it common for 50+ year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?<br />A: Storing memory is not a problem, retrieving it is a problem.<br /><br />Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly?<br />A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.<br /><br />Q: Where should 50+ year olds look for eye glasses?<br />A: On their foreheads.<br /><br />Q: What is the most common remark made by 50+ year olds when they enter antique stores?<br />A: 'Gosh, I remember these.'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-7036402304635077591?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-44751232974774097192008-06-11T20:40:00.000-07:002008-06-11T20:41:02.900-07:00The Fishing TripA man was on the water for his weekly fishing trip. He began his day with an 8-pound bass on the first cast and a 7-pounder on the second.<br /><br />On the third cast he had just caught his first ever bass over 11 pounds when his cell phone rang.<br /><br />It was a doctor notifying him that his wife had just been in a terrible accident and was in critical condition and in the ICU. The man told the doctor to inform his wife where he was and that he'd be there as soon as possible. As he hung up he realized he was leaving what was shaping up to be his best day ever on the water.<br /><br />He decided to get in a couple of more casts before heading to the hospital. He ended up fishing the rest of the morning, finishing his trip with a stringer like he'd never seen, with 3 bass over 10 pounds.<br /><br />He was jubilant.<br /><br />Then he remembered his wife. Feeling guilty, he dashed to the hospital.<br /><br />He saw the doctor in the corridor and asked about his wife's condition.<br /><br />The doctor glared at him and shouted, 'You went ahead and finished your fishing trip didn't you! I hope you're proud of yourself! While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself on the pond, your wife has been languishing in the ICU! It's just as well you went ahead and finished, because it will be more than likely the last fishing trip you ever take!'<br /><br />'For the rest of her life she will require 'round the clock care. And you'll be her care giver forever!' The man was feeling so guilty he broke down and sobbed. <br /> <br /> <br />The doctor then chuckled and said, 'I'm just messing with you. She's dead. What'd you catch?'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-4475123297477409719?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-82541028852287097662008-06-08T14:24:00.000-07:002008-06-08T14:25:58.375-07:009 Things I hateFrom the mailbag:<br /><br />9 Things I hate<br /><br />1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?<br /> <br />2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V.. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually.<br /> <br />3. When people say 'Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too'. Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?<br /> <br />4. When people say 'it's always the last place you look'. Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!<br /> <br />5. When people say while watching a film 'did you see that?'. No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.<br /> <br />6. People who ask 'Can I ask you a question?'.... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?<br /> <br />7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.<br /> <br />8. When people say 'life is short'. What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?<br /> <br />9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks 'Has the bus come yet?'. If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?<br /> <br />*** Forward this to at least 5 people and see what comes on your screen, you will laugh your head off!!!!!!! This works. I don't know how...<br /> <br />(With regard to the last - the joke is on you, if you think anything is going to happen.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-8254102885228709766?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-21690154369356102682008-05-29T19:07:00.001-07:002008-05-29T19:07:36.322-07:00The Laws of Ultimate RealityLaw of Mechanical Repair - After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch and you'll have to pee.<br /><br />Law of Gravity - Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.<br /><br />Law of Probability - The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.<br /><br />Law of Random Numbers - If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal and someone always answers.<br /><br />Law of the Alibi - If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.<br /><br />Variation Law - If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will always move faster than the one you are in now (works every time).<br /><br />Law of the Bath - When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.<br /><br />Law of Close Encounters - The probability of meeting someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.<br /><br />Law of the Result - When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will.<br /><br />Law of Biomechanics - The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.<br /><br />Law of the Theater - At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.<br /><br />The Starbucks Law - As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.<br /><br />Murphy's Law of Lockers - If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.<br /><br />Law of Physical Surfaces - The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet/rug.<br /><br />Law of Logical Argument - Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking about.<br /><br />Brown's Law of Physical Appearance - If the shoe fits, it's ugly.<br /><br />Oliver's Law of Public Speaking - A closed mouth gathers no feet.<br /><br />Wilson's Law of Commercial Marketing Strategy - As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it.<br /><br />Doctors' Law - If you don't feel well, make an appointment to go to the doctor, by the time you get there you'll feel better. Don't make an appointment and you'll stay sick.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-2169015436935610268?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-80482927699831098222008-05-13T19:56:00.000-07:002008-05-13T19:57:09.727-07:00YOU MUST BE A REDNECK IF1. You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.<br /><br />2. You can entertain yourself for more than an hour with a fly swatter.<br /><br />3. Your property has been mistaken for a recycling center.<br /><br />4. Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.<br /><br />5. You burn your yard rather than mow it.<br /><br />6. You think the Nutcracker is something you do off the high dive.<br /><br />7. The Salvation Army declines your mattress.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-8048292769983109822?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-71027508898353793552008-05-12T16:54:00.000-07:002008-05-12T16:55:27.963-07:00Late for WorkGene retired in his early 50's and started a second career. <br />However, even though he loved his new job, he just couldn't <br />seem to get to work on time. Every day, he was 5, 10, 15 minutes late.<br /><br /> But he was a good worker and really sharp, so his boss <br />was in a quandary about how to deal with it. Finally, one day, <br />his boss called him into the office for a talk.<br /><br /> "Gene, I must tell you, I truly like your work, you do a bang-up <br />job, but being late for work nearly every day is quite annoying <br />to me as well as your fellow workers." <br /><br /> Gene replied, "Yes, sir, I know. I'm sorry, but I am working on it."<br /><br /> "That's what I like to hear," his boss said. "However, the fact <br />that you consistently come to work late does puzzle me, because <br />I understand that you retired from the United States Air Force, <br />and they have some pretty rigid rules about tardiness. Isn't <br />that correct ?" <br /><br /> "Yes. I did retire from the Air Force, and I'm mighty proud <br />of it!" said Gene.<br /><br /> "Well, what did they say when you came in late?" <br />asked his boss.<br /><br /> "They said, 'Good morning, General.'"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-7102750889835379355?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-10915684370148061772008-04-29T17:29:00.001-07:002008-04-29T17:30:09.585-07:00Human RaceA little girl asked her father, 'How did the human race appear?' The father answered, 'God made Adam and Eve and they had children and so all mankind was made.' <br /> <br />Two days later, the girl asked her mother the same question. The mother answered, 'Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved.' <br /> <br />The confused girl returned to her father and said, 'Dad, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God and Mom said they developed from monkeys? <br /> <br />The father answered, 'Well, dear, it is very simple. I told you about my side of the family and your mother told you about hers.!'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-1091568437014806177?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-13791699500563844542008-04-26T15:48:00.000-07:002008-04-26T15:49:15.555-07:00Gentle Thoughts for TodayWhen I'm feeling down, I like to whistle. It makes the neighbor's dog run to the end of his chain and gag himself.<br /> <br />A penny saved is a government oversite.<br /> <br />The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment. <br /><br />The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body, and your fat has gotten to be really good friends.<br /><br />The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement. <br /><br />He who hesitates is probably right.<br /> <br />Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are "XL." <br /><br />If you think there is good in everybody, you haven't met everybody. If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame. <br /> <br />The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.<br /><br />There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt. <br /> <br />Did you ever notice: When you put the 2 words "The" and "IRS" together it spells "Theirs." <br /><br />Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. <br /><br />The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.<br /><br />Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. <br /><br />I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved. <br /><br />When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra. <br /> <br /><br />You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.<br /><br />One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.<br /><br />Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.<br /><br />First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper. It's worse when you forget to pull it down.<br /><br />Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today, it's called golf.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-1379169950056384454?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-37500543531335874082008-04-19T15:36:00.001-07:002008-04-19T15:36:54.585-07:00Sir Paul & Heather Mills-McCartney Reflections on settlementIt's a very sad world we live in when Sir Paul McCartney and his wife are facing divorce and all anyone seems to want to do is make jokes about her false leg. Personally, I think it's prosthetic.<br />********************************************************<br />'She's running around in circles', according to a close friend, 'she needs all the support she can get. It's not like it’s easy to walk out on a relationship like this'<br />*********************************************************<br />After his break up with Heather, Paul was asked if he would ever consider going down on one knee again. Paul said he would prefer it if we called her Heather.<br />****************************************************><br />News reports have confirmed that Paul McCartney has separated from his wife Heather Mills-McCartney. Mrs Mills-McCartney is said to be distraught over the split. 'He has been my crutch for so long' she said in an earlier briefing, 'I have no idea why this has happened, I'm really stumped'<br />***************************************************************<br />Many have attributed this to a problem which started with the present that Paul bought her prior to the wedding. He gave her a new prosthetic leg for Christmas but it was just a stocking-filler.<br />***************************************************************<br />A gold miner in Africa had an accident and lost a leg. He said to his mate 'I'm stuffed, who will want a one legged gold digger?' His mate replied, 'Try Paul McCartney'<br />************************************************<br />Finally new song lyrics by Sir Paul McCartney: I lay upon a grassy bank, my hands were all a quiver, I slowly removed her suspender belt and her leg fell in the river.<br />*******************************************************<br />These jokes are funny but lets spare a thought for Paul please. Now Heather has left him, he's going to struggle to find another woman who can fill her shoe.<br />**************************************************<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-3750054353133587408?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-39592874004784510862008-04-15T18:21:00.002-07:002008-04-15T18:22:26.302-07:00New Super MarketA new supermarket opened near my house. It has an automatic water mister to <br />keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant <br />thunder and the smell of fresh rain. <br /><br />When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you experience the scent of fresh-mowed hay. <br /><br />In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks with onions. <br /> <br />When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle, and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying. <br /> <br />The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread & cookies. <br /> <br />I don't buy toilet paper there any more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-3959287400478451086?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-87004727479982336222008-04-15T18:21:00.001-07:002008-04-15T18:21:42.177-07:00The Right AnswerA man with a gun goes into a bank and demands their money. Once he is given the money, he turns to a customer and asks, 'Did you see me rob this bank?'<br /><br />The man replied, 'Yes sir, I did.'<br /><br />The robber then shot him in the temple, killing him instantly. He then turned to a couple standing next to the man he just shot and asked the man, 'Did you see me rob this bank?'<br /><br />The man replied, 'No sir, I didn't, but my wife did.'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-8700472747998233622?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-40450554165656998322008-04-13T20:19:00.001-07:002008-04-13T20:19:57.231-07:00HOW TO INSTALL A HOME SECURITY SYSTEM IN THE SOUTH1. Go to a second-hand store and buy a pair of men's used size 14-16<br />work boots <br /><br />2. Place them on your front porch, along with a copy of Guns & Ammo<br />and your NRA magazines.<br /><br />3. Put a few giant-sized dog dishes next to the boots and magazine.<br /><br />4. Leave a note on your door that reads:<br /><br />Hey Bubba, Big Jim, Duke and Slim, I went for more ammunition. Back in<br />about an hour. Don't mess with the dogs -- they attacked the mailman<br />this morning and messed him up real bad. I don't think Killer took part<br />in it but it was hard to tell from all the blood. Anyways, I locked all<br />four of 'em in the house. Better wait in your truck till I get back."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-4045055416565699832?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-49368425387578884622008-03-15T09:47:00.000-07:002008-03-15T09:48:24.577-07:00Church Bulletins---------------------------------------------------------- <br />The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.<br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />The sermon this morning: "Jesus Walks on the Water." The sermon tonight: "Searching for Jesus." <br />-------------------- ------ --------------------------------<br />Our youth basketball team is back in action Wednesday at 8 PM in the recreation hall. Come out and watch us kill Christ the King.<br />---------------------------------------------------------- <br />Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.<br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to a conflict. <br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our community. Smile at someone who is hard to love. Say "Hell" to someone who doesn't care much about you. <br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />Don't let worry kill you off - let the Church help.<br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />Miss Charlene Mason sang "I will not pass this way again," giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.<br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.<br />---------------------------------------------------------- <br />Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.<br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />The Rector will preach his farewell message, after which the choir will sing: "Break Forth Into Joy."<br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days. <br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be "What Is Hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.<br />--------------------------------------------------------- <br />Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.<br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.<br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.<br />--------------------------------------------------------- <br />The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment and gracious hostility.<br />-------------------------------------------------<br />Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - prayer and medication to follow.. <br />------------------------------------------------ ---------<br />The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.<br />----------------------------------- ------ ----------------- <br />This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.<br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />Ladies Bible Study will be held Thursday morning at 10 AM . All ladies are invited to lunch in the Fellowship Hall after the B.S. is done.<br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.<br />--------------------------------------------<br />Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door. <br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy. <br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use the large double door at the side entrance.<br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new tithing campaign slogan last Sunday : "I Upped My Pledge - Up Yours".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-4936842538757888462?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-45588815818443221142008-03-12T18:13:00.000-07:002008-03-12T18:16:03.260-07:00Man's Best FriendA dog is truly a man's best friend.<br /><br />If you don't believe it, just try this experiment.<br /><br />Put your dog and your wife in the trunk of the car for an hour.<br /><br />When you open the trunk, who is really happy to see you?<br /><br />-----------------------<br />Intended as humor - do not try in real life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-4558881581844322114?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340360607320448810.post-16482753539146285282008-03-09T07:56:00.001-07:002008-03-09T07:59:52.203-07:00Teacher - StudentTEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America..<br /><br />MARIA: Here it is.<br /><br />TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?<br /><br />CLASS: Maria.<br />____________________________________<br /><br />TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'<br /><br />GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'<br /><br />TEACHER: No, that's wrong<br /><br />GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we<br /><br /> didn't have ten years ago.<br /><br />WINNIE: Me!<br />__________________________________________<br /><br />TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?<br /><br />GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.<br />_______________________________________<br /><br />TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with 'I.'<br /><br />MILLIE: I is...<br /><br />TEACHER: No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.'<br /><br />MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'<br />________________________________<br /><br />TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's<br />cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his<br />father didn't punish him?<br /><br />LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.<br />______________________________________<br /><br />TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before<br />eating?<br /><br />SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.<br />______________________________<br /><br /><br />TEACHER: Clyde, your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same<br />as your brother's. Did you copy his?<br /><br />CLYDE: No, it's the same dog.<br />___________________________________<br /><br />TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking<br />when people are no longer interested?<br /><br />HAROLD: A teacher<br />_____________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340360607320448810-1648275353914628528?l=notes4theusualsuspects.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogmeisternoreply@blogger.com0