tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341940332024-03-13T10:21:35.903-07:00Life LessonsLife's Everyday Lessons, Humors & Principleskikathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15870009128795467631noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34194033.post-76433670334881226472012-03-12T07:52:00.002-07:002012-03-12T07:53:39.973-07:00Complete Customized Baby Shower Lullaby Theme Party Printables<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48u49Au-PSw/T14Ly7Z_jBI/AAAAAAAADGw/oOS77iTkMbA/s1600/pic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48u49Au-PSw/T14Ly7Z_jBI/AAAAAAAADGw/oOS77iTkMbA/s320/pic1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM), and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL). <br />
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It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent. <br />
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SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for <br />
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SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us. <br />
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SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most! What can we! do?<br />
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SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster. <br />
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SM: It's not working. <br />
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SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute. <br />
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SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both. <br />
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Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is worried about what has happened to Sister Logical. <br />
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SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here! Tell me what happened! <br />
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SL: The only logical thing happened. The man couldn't follow us both, so he followed me <br />
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SL: The only logical thing happened! . I started to run as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could. <br />
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SM: And? <br />
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SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me. <br />
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SM: Oh, dear! What did you do? <br />
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SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up. <br />
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SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do? <br />
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SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.<br />
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Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.<br />
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As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem."<br />
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The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.<br />
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When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.<br />
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The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "How could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused. "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die."<br />
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"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it."<br />
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"Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...</span><br />
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<h2>Moral Lesson of the Story? </h2>Martin wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. <br />
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He sits up and notices his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Martin looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless and clean. So is the rest of the house. <br />
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He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!"<br />
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So he goes to the kitchen and, sure enough, there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Martin asks, "Son, what happened last night?"<br />
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His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 a.m., drunk and delirious. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door." <br />
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Confused, Martin asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"<br />
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His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you said, 'Get your hands off me, *****! I'm married!'"<br />
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<b>Moral Lessons of the Story:</b><br />
Self-induced hangover... $100<br />
Broken furniture... $2,000<br />
Breakfast... $10<br />
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Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? <br />
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You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us.</i></span> What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. <br />
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Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.<br />
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Do not expect anything in return; do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else. Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person.</i></span></span><br />
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Nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. <br />
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This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important. Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.<br />
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<img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-K1r3Dwo74/TIM5_yqFWpI/AAAAAAAACw4/_ku1BJkJ8BA/s320/did+you+know.gif" />Did you know that people who occupy themselves by keeping others company or helping others are the ones that actually need your company and help? <br />
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<img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-K1r3Dwo74/TIM5_yqFWpI/AAAAAAAACw4/_ku1BJkJ8BA/s320/did+you+know.gif" />Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy their beauty?<br />
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<div style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;">Strive for balance in your life.</span></div><br />
Written by the CEO of Coca-Cola:<br />
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"Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them - work, family, health, friends and spirit and you're keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. <br />
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If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls - family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.<br />
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<b>1. Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.</b> It is because we are different that each of us is special.<br />
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<b>2. Don't set your goals by what other people deem important.</b> Only you know what is best for you.<br />
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<b>3. Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart.</b> Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.<br />
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<b>4. Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future.</b> By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.<br />
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<b>5. Don't give up when you still have something to give.</b> Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.<br />
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<b>6. Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.</b> It is this fragile thread that binds us each together.<br />
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<b>7. Don't be afraid to encounter risks.</b> It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.<br />
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<b>8. Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find.</b> The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.<br />
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<b>9. Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but also where you are going.</b><br />
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<b>10. Don't forget that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.</b><br />
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<b>11. Don't be afraid to learn.</b> Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.<br />
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<b>Do you want something?</b> -- Will you pay the price?<br />
<b>The great sin</b> -- Gossip.<br />
<b>The great crippler</b> -- Fear.<br />
<b>The greatest mistake</b> -- Giving up.<br />
<b>The most satisfying experience</b> -- Doing your duty first.<br />
<b>The best action</b> -- Keep the mind clear and judgment good.<br />
<b>The greatest blessing</b> -- Good health.<br />
<b>The biggest fool</b> - The man who lies to himself.<br />
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<b>The great gamble</b> -- Substituting hope for facts.<br />
<b>The most certain thing in life</b> -- Change.<br />
<b>The greatest joy</b> -- Being needed.<br />
<b>The cleverest man</b> -- The one who does what he thinks is right.<br />
<b>The most potent force</b> -- Positive thinking.<br />
<b>The greatest opportunity</b> -- The next one.<br />
<b>The greatest thought</b> -- God.<br />
<b>The greatest victory</b> -- Victory over self.<br />
<b>The best play</b> -- Successful work.<br />
<b>The greatest handicap</b> -- Egotism.<br />
<b>The most expensive indulgence</b> -- Hate.<br />
<b>The most dangerous man</b> -- The liar<br />
<b>The most ridiculous trait</b> -- False pride.<br />
<b>The greatest loss</b> -- Loss of self confidence.<br />
<b>The greatest need</b> -- Common sense.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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God's Pharmacy! Amazing!</b></span></div><br />
It's been said that God first separated the salt water from the fresh, made dry land, planted a garden, made animals and fish... all before making a human. He made and provided what we'd need before we were born. These are best & more powerful when eaten raw. We're such slow learners...<br />
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A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart has four chambers and is red. All o f the research shows tomatoes are loaded with lycopene and are indeed pure heart and blood food.<br />
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Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food. <br />
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Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.<br />
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Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and many more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet, the body pulls it from the bones, thus making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.<br />
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Avocados, Eggplant and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats one avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight, and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? It takes exactly nine (9) months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).<br />
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Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the mobility of male sperm and increase the numbers of Sperm as well to overcome male sterility.<br />
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Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.<br />
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Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries.<br />
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Oranges, Grapefruits, and other Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.<br />
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Onions look like the body's cells. Today's research shows onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells.. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes. A working companion, Garlic, also helps eliminate waste materials and dangerous free radicals from the body.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?<br />
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.<br />
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Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?'<br />
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The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'<br />
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Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair ?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.<br />
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The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always<br />
thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'<br />
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Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.<br />
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The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.<br />
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She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.<br />
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It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:<br />
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'Dear Mom,<br />
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I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.<br />
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Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.<br />
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Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.<br />
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Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery ! How about that?<br />
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Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Dear Mr. Baker,<br />
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As an employee of an institution of higher education, I have few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel. After your consistent and annoying harassment of my co-workers and me during our commission of duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time.<br />
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Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen. I was hired because I know how to network computer systems, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to your employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of "cut and paste" as it is explained to you for the hundredth time.<br />
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You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is. Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will.<br />
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You wander around the building all day, shiftlessly seeking fault in others. You have a sharp dressed, useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude. In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle.<br />
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Seeing as this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I am forced to tender my resignation; however, I have a few parting thoughts:<br />
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1.When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal for you to give me a bad recommendation as I have consistently performed my duties and even more. The most you can say to hurt me is, "I prefer not to comment." To keep you honest, I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.<br />
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2.I have all the passwords to every account on the system and I know every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I will publish your "Favorites," which I conveniently saved when you made me "back up" your useless files. I do believe that terms like "Lolita" are not viewed favorably by the university administrations.<br />
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3.When you borrowed the digital camera to "take pictures of your mother's b-day," you neglected to mention that you were going to take nude pictures of yourself in the mirror. Then, like the techno-moron you are, you forgot to erase them. Suffice it to say, I have never seen such odd acts with a ketchup bottle. I assure you that those photos are being kept in safe places pending your authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation. (And, for once, would you please try to use spell check? I hate correcting your mistakes.)<br />
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I expect the letter of recommendation on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow. One word of this to anybody and all of your twisted little repugnant obsessions will become public knowledge. Never f*ck with your systems administrator, Mr. Baker! They know what you do with all that free time!<br />
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Sincerely<br />
<br />
David Blocker<br />
Network Administrator<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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-Kiss on the Forehead; expressing a love for him/her<br />
-Kiss on the Ear; seducing!<br />
-Kiss on the Cheek; cute,<br />
-Kiss on the Hand; I adore you!..<br />
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-Kiss on the Neck;We belong together..<br />
-Kiss on the Shoulder;I want you..<br />
-Kiss on the Lips;I love you..<br />
__ __ ___ _________ _ ____ <br />
<b>What the gesture means:</b><br />
-Holding Hands; We definitely like each other.<br />
-Slap on the Butt; That's mine.<br />
-Holding on tight; I don't want to let go.<br />
-Looking into each other's Eyes; liking each other,<br />
-Playing with Hair; Tell me you love me.<br />
-Arms around the Waist; I like you too much to let go.<br />
-Laughing while Kissing;I am completely comfortable with you.<br />
________ _____ _________ __ ______ ____ ___________<br />
<b>Advice:</b><br />
Don't ask for a kiss, take one.<br />
If you were thinking about someone while reading this,<br />
you're definitely in Love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.<br />
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It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.<br />
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We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.<br />
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Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.<br />
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Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.<br />
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Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you.<br />
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The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.<br />
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Yeah, you can quote me.<br />
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Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I'm in.<br />
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Smile and say "thank you."<br />
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You don't have to get dressed up for us.<br />
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If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to<br />
wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.<br />
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We like you for who you are and not what you are. honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's.<br />
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Don't take everything we say seriously. =)<br />
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Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.<br />
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Don't get angry easily.<br />
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Stop using magazines/media as your bible.<br />
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"Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us". It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.<br />
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Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"<br />
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I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey<br />
baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of. on the other hand I'm not saying i wouldn't like it ether ;)<br />
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Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, won't wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS,he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.<br />
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Someone who will honor your morals.<br />
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Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.<br />
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Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.<br />
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Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.<br />
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Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the<br />
eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.<br />
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Give the nice guys a chance.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?<br />
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Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?<br />
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Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?<br />
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Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?<br />
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Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?<br />
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Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?<br />
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Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?<br />
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Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?<br />
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What is the speed of darkness?<br />
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Are there specially reserved parking spaces for "normal" people at the Special Olympics?<br />
<br />
If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?<br />
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If it's true that we are here to help others, what are the others doing here?<br />
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Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?<br />
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Do you cry under water?<br />
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How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?<br />
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Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?<br />
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Did you ever stop and wonder......<br />
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Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these pink dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"<br />
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Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta it's bum."<br />
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Why do toasters always have a setting so high that could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?<br />
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Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?<br />
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Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their bum when they ask where the bathroom is?<br />
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Why does your Obstetrician, Gynecologist leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?<br />
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Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!<br />
<br />
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests? (This one kills me!!!!)<br />
<br />
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?<br />
<br />
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?<br />
<br />
Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?<br />
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Stop singing and read on . . . . . .. . . . .<br />
<br />
Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?<br />
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Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?<br />
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Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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A broken heart is a common condition in the modern world. We have more opportunity than ever before to meet and date exactly whom we please. We date until the novelty wears off, then we break up and start anew. While this reality allows us to choose partners with whom we are highly compatible, the ease of breaking up means that eventually we can be dumped by someone we truly love. The knowledge that you are not alone does little to soothe the pain of the broken heart. <br />
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Nonetheless, following are a few tips that can ease your suffering and help you heal.<br />
<a name='more'></a><b>1. Let Yourself Grieve</b><br />
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Breaking up is a painful process. Losing someone you deeply love to a breakup is often no easier than losing him to death. Consequently, a mourning period is to be expected. Crying, raging, feeling numb, having trouble sleeping and losing interest in activities are all normal and expected behaviors and feelings. Let the feelings come and work through them as they appear.<br />
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Repressing or burying your feelings may make it easier to cope day to day, but it only means that when the feelings do come, they will be worse. It is okay to lock your feelings away for a period, in order to get through the workday or other necessary activity, but be sure to revisit them frequently, allowing yourself to work with and through them.<br />
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<b>2. Reach out to Friends</b><br />
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You may worry about “dumping” on your friends, feeling that you need to be strong and handle your emotions yourself. However, a broken heart is universal.<br />
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No matter how healthy your friends’ current relationships may be, they have been where you are at some point in the past. Let your friends comfort you during this time in your life. You will be able to reciprocate later once you are healed. For now, just gratefully accept their condolences and dinners out.<br />
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Do not be afraid to get back in touch with friends that you fell away from during the relationship. They understand. They have been there themselves. A friend who would make you feel guilty for devoting yourself to your relationship, especially during a time of heartbreak, is not much of a friend. Cross that person off your list for now and go on to the friends who are truly concerned about you.<br />
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<b>3. Take Time for Yourself</b><br />
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When dealing with a broken heart, you need to find a balance between reaching out to others and isolating yourself. It is important to maintain those links of friendship and allow your friends to comfort you. However, this is not the time for filling up your social calendar. You need time to yourself, to grieve, to relax, and to think towards the future. It is reasonable for you to develop a bit of a protective shell, keeping the rest of the world at bay to prevent further hurts. This only becomes a problem if it continues for more than a few weeks or if you isolate yourself completely.<br />
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Be kind to yourself during this time. A great new haircut or a day at the spa will help you to recognize that your life will go on.<br />
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Look toward the future and decide exactly who you are and what you want to be, without the baggage of another person’s advice or demands. At the same time, make sure that your life-altering decisions are small. An extreme haircut will grow out again. Quitting your job and heading to a new city are big decisions with long-term ramifications. Wait until your head is clear before making major decisions.<br />
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<b>4. Write About Your Feelings</b><br />
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Keep a daily diary. Express your feelings about the relationship and its ending. Write fiction. Write nonfiction. Write (but do not mail!) a letter to your ex. Writing is a task that is often assigned by psychotherapists to help clients unlock and process difficult feelings. You may follow in the footsteps of such legendary authors as Anne Rice and J.K. Rowling, turning grief into a series of bestselling novels, or your work may never be read by anyone but yourself. Either way, writing is one of the most cathartic ways of dealing with grief, including that of a broken heart.<br />
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<b>5. Assess the Entire Experience</b><br />
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You will know when you are ready to look at the situation logically. In the early weeks, even the thought of your ex may send you into fits of sobs. As time moves along, however, you will find yourself naturally contemplating the entire situation with logic rather than emotions. At this point, you are ready to determine what you learned. No matter how good or bad the relationship was, and no matter how it ended, you learned some valuable life lessons from the experience. Assessing the good and bad and determining what you learned is helpful on two levels.<br />
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First, you gain the benefit of whatever the lessons are, which you can apply in the future. Second and perhaps more importantly, you will come to realize that the relationship was not ultimately meaningless. Finding the lessons in a negative experience is the first step towards turning it into a positive in your own mind.<br />
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<b>6. Date Others</b><br />
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When you feel that you are sufficiently healed, begin to date again. Be very careful to avoid rebound relationships and never date to escape a fear of being alone. Most people are ready to date casually a month or two after experiencing a broken heart, but each person’s timetable is different. Listen to your own intuition. In the early stages, do not allow yourself to get into a relationship. The goal of dating soon after a broken heart should be demonstrating to yourself that you are attractive, desirable and able to feel attraction towards someone new. Be very careful with this, however, as you do not want to fall into a pattern of one-night stands or short relationships. These will make you feel better momentarily but worse in the long run.<br />
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<b>7. Do Not Call Your Ex</b><br />
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At some point in the future, you may feel sufficiently healed enough to develop a meaningful friendship. However, you must fully resolve the broken heart first. Maintaining contact during this process will only make you feel worse. If he is kind, you will have trouble getting over him. If he is mean, you will feel clingy and desperate. If you have no choice but to communicate with your ex, as happens when you shared a household or were married, keep all communication businesslike and to the point.<br />
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Tell him exactly what you need from him and ask him what he needs from you. Refuse to discuss the circumstances of the breakup or any other issue. Stick to those issues that must be resolved and resolve them as quickly as possible. Lingering ties will make it harder to heal your broken heart.<br />
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<b>Recognize Healing as a Process</b><br />
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Healing a broken heart does not happen in a straight line. You will experience peaks and valleys. Just when you think you are finally over your ex, something will happen that reminds you of him. The next thing you know, you will be choking back sobs. This is normal and will continue for a long time. Learn to recognize your triggers and head them off before they become serious.<br />
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Getting over a broken heart is a long-term process. You will need to work through your feelings, reach out to others, and focus on yourself. Give yourself permission to experience your feelings as they occur. Spend time with friends and family and be kind to yourself. As the days turn into weeks and the weeks into months, you will find yourself feeling better and better. Healing a broken heart is a universal reality and you can do it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<div style="color: #0c343d;"><b>The 1st Affair</b></div><br />
A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters but always talked about having a son. They decided to try one last time for the son they always wanted. The wife got pregnant and delivered a healthy baby boy.<br />
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The joyful father rushed to the nursery to see his new son. He was horrified at the ugliest child he had ever seen. He told his wife: "There's no way I can be the father of this baby. Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered! ! Have you been fooling around behind my back?" The wife smiled sweetly and replied: "Not this time!"<br />
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<div style="color: #073763;"><b>The 2nd Affair</b></div><br />
A married man was having an affair with his secretary. One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon. Exhausted, they fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM . The man hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoes outside and rub them in the grass and dirt. He put on his shoes and drove home.<br />
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"Where have you been?" his wife demanded. "I can't lie to you," he replied, "I'm having an affair with my secretary. We had sex all afternoon." She looked down at his shoes and said: "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf!"<br />
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<div style="color: #0c343d;"><b>The 3rd Affair</b></div><b> </b>A mortician was working late one night. He examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, ! about to be cremated, and made a startling discovery. Schwartz had the largest private part he had! ever seen! "I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz," the mortician commented, "I can't allow you to be cremated with such an impressive private part.<br />
It must be saved for posterity."<br />
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So, he removed it, stuffed it into his briefcase, and took it home. I have something to show you won't be lieve," he said to his wife, opening his briefcase. "My God!" the wife exclaimed, "Schwartz is dead!"<br />
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<div style="color: #0c343d;"><b>The 4th Affair</b></div>A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door. "Hurry," she said, "stand in the corner." She rubbed baby oil all over him, then dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you," she said, " pretend you're a statue."<br />
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"What's this?" the husband inquired as he entered the room. "Oh it's a statue," she replied, "the Smiths bought one and I liked it so I got one for us, too." No more was said, not even when they went to bed. Around 2 AM! the h usband got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and a beer. "Here," he said to the statue, have this. I stood like that for two days at the Smiths and nobody offered me a damned thing."<br />
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<div style="color: #0c343d;"><b>The 5th Affair</b></div><br />
A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer. "Certainly, Sir , that'll be one cent."<br />
"One Cent?" the man exclaimed. He glanced at the menu and asked:"How much for a nice juicy steak and a bottle of wine?" "A nickel," the barman replied. "A nickel?" exclaimed the man. "Where's the guy who owns this place?" The bartender replied: "Upstairs, with my wife." The man asked: "What's he doing upstairs with your wife?" The bartender replied: "The same thing I'm doing to his business down here. screwing"<br />
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<div style="color: #0c343d;"><b>The 6th Affair</b></div><br />
Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside. He looked up and said weakly: "I have something I must confess." "There's no need to, " his wife replied. "No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!" "I know," she replied, " now just rest and let the poison work." </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<b>Mother:</b> 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'<br />
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Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. This was what they did after certain time:<br />
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7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage<br />
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1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica<br />
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20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali<br />
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15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant<br />
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1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted<br />
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..... and so on...<br />
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However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the nastiest people in the world.... no more love... (Kind of typical nowadays, huh?)<br />
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One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' <br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'<br />
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Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.<br />
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When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. <br />
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The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'<br />
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They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.<br />
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<div style="color: #134f5c;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Moral of the story:</b></span></i></div><b><i><br />
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<b><i>"When you fall in any way, don't see the place where you fell instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes."</i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Here are seven Self-Motivator reminders for you to review on a regular basis.</b></span></div><i><b>Seven Self-Motivators by Brian Tracy (excerpted from the Success Mastery Academy)</b></i><br />
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<b>#1 - Get Serious.</b> Make a decision to go all the way to the top. Up to now you've thought about it. Up to now, it's passed your mind. Many of you made the decision, and you've made up your mind to go all the way to the top, and your lives have taken off. It's the most extraordinary thing. Your life is one, like in the shadow going up the dark side of the hill until the moment you decide that "By gum, I'm gong to be the best at what I do. I'm going to be in the top 10 percent." And suddenly you rose into the sunshine, and your life is forever after different - wonderful. Get serious. Don't fool around anymore.<br />
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<b>#2 - Identify Your Limiting Step to Sales Success.</b> What's your limiting step? What's the one skill area that's holding you back? What's the skill? What's the quality? What's the action? Ask other people. Find out what you need to become good at. Sometimes it may be only one skill. If you became really, really good on the telephone, you could maybe double your prospecting effectiveness and double your sales. If you became very, very good at getting the order at the end from qualified prospects, you could double your sales. If you became very, very good at managing your time to really, really manage your time well, you may be able to double your face time and double your income. Find out what's holding you back. What is the critical limiting step that's determining your success today?<br />
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<b>#3 - Get Around the Right People.</b> Who are the right people? The right people are the people in this room. Get around winners. Get around positive people. Get around people with goals and plans, people who are going somewhere with their lives and have high aspirations. Get around eagles. As Zig says, "You can't scratch with the turkeys if you want to fly with the eagles." And get away from negative people. Get away from toxic people that complain and whine and moan all the time. Who needs them? Life is too short.<br />
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<b>#4 - Take Excellent Care of Your Health.</b> Take excellent care of your physical health. That means good diet, good exercise. Everybody knows they should eat better foods, get regular exercise and especially lots of rest. That's very important. If you're going to work hard 5 days a week, go to bed early 5 days a week. Get a good night's sleep. Be fully rested, and tonight get really rested. You don't have to watch the Letterman Show...<br />
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<b>#5 - Positive Visualization.</b> See yourself as the very best in your field. Remember, all improvement in your life begins with an improvement in your mental pictures. Visualize yourself, see yourself as the best continually. You are the best. Isn't that right? So therefore, see yourself as the best.<br />
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<b>#6 - Positive Self-Talk.</b> Talk to yourself positively all the time. Control your inner dialogue. And what do you say to yourself? Say, "I'm the best." Say it. Say I'm the best. I like myself. I can do it. I love my work. Yes, that's how you talk to yourself. And the more you say it to yourself...someone may say, "Well, what if you say those things to yourself and you don't believe them. Isn't that lying to yourself?" No, that's not lying to yourself. It's telling the truth in advance. Because it doesn't matter where you're coming from - all that matters is where you're going. Talk to yourself the way you want to be, not the way you just happen to be at this moment. Remember, you may have gotten where you are today largely by accident. But where you're going in the future is purely by design.<br />
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<b>#7 - Positive Action</b>. Get going. Move fast. Develop a sense of urgency. A sense of urgency is the one thing that you can develop that will separate you from everyone else in your field. Develop a bias for action. When you get a good idea, do it now. Only 2% of people in our society have a bias for action. And if you're already in the top 10%, you can move yourself in the top 2% by resolving that whenever you have an idea or something, do it now. And the faster you move, the better you get. And the better you get, the more you like yourself. And the more you like yourself, the higher your self-esteem is. And the higher your self-esteem is, the greater your self-discipline. And the more you persist, and then you ultimately become unstoppable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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