| 04/13/10 12:12 PM |
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Gary Grice
Greeting and Salutations! It seems WE all have similar lives lately. I really do appreciate the pollen - it has provided great cover for some tears over the passed few days. If you weren't moved by Phil M embracing his wife and being "overcome by the pollen" on Sunday, knowing what she has been through, you don't have a heart. Then yesterday I was again "overcome by the pollen" as the physical therapist touched a VERY tender spot in my spine!!! He said, "Do you need a tissue?" I said, "No, I just need you to not do that again!" Diane it truly tis' the season for doctors. I had two appointments yesterday and one today. I guess we are like our vehicles. Required maintenance just seems to come around so much more darn often. For all of you sinus suffers out there, I have a solution!! Having suffered for years, going through two surgeries and recieving a little disability check each month for the ravages of the same, I speak with some authority. I haven't had more than three in the last three or four years! The relief from sinus infections is ..... an overactive immune system! Of course this comes at a cost, like very painful joints, expensive life threatening injections, and copious amounts of pills - but almost no SINUS INFECTIONS! I recall the misery of those infections and I pray for you all that suffer. Just remember, this too will pass!! Connie, I'm sorry to hear about the young man's accident but glad to hear it wasn't more serious. I have some trees at my brother's place that have fallen and are "hung up". I have been contemplating how to finish dropping them but after carefully examining their arrangement, I understand why they are called "widow makers" and will most likely call a professional.
For any who don't know, April is Humor Month! Must have something to do with April Fool's Day. In honor and recognition of this designation, here's a little humor for you! Later.
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At his request, each morning 3-year-old Ray's mother pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders of his size two T-shirt. Immediately in his young imaginative mind, the towel became a magic blue and red cape. And he became Superman.
Outfitted each day in his "cape," Ray's days were packed with adventure and daring escapades. He was Superman.
This fact was clearly pointed out last fall when his mother enrolled him in kindergarten class. During the course of the interview, the teacher asked Ray his name.
"Superman," he answered politely and without hesitation.
The teacher smiled, cast an appreciative glance at his mother, and asked again, "Your real name, please."
Again, Ray answered, "Superman."
Realizing the situation demanded more authority, or maybe to hide amusement, the teacher closed her eyes for a moment, then in a stern voice said, "I will have to have your real name for my records."
Sensing he'd have to play straight with the teacher, Ray slid his eyes around the room, hunched closer to her, and answered in a voice hushed with conspiracy, "Clark Kent."
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