Pathways of Life...

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Hilarious Scientific Research...Texas Style ;-D

Scientists at NASA built a GUN specifically to launch standard FOUR POUND DEAD CHICKENS at the windshields of airliners, military jets and the space shuttle, all traveling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to TEST the strength of the windshields.

BRITISH ENGINEERS heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to the British engineers.
When the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurled out of the barrel,
crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control console,
snapped the engineer's back-rest in two, and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin, like an arrow shot from a bow.

The horrified Brits sent NASA the disastrous results of the experiment,
along with the designs of the windshield and begged the US scientists for suggestions.

NASA responded with a one-line memo –
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Defrost the chicken."


Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Backward Moments... ;-D


The above cartoon is ACTUALLY my husband...ha ha. Every evening we like to sit the cool of the day and enjoy watching traffic from our front yard. But since this year we have had a wonderful amount of rainfall and also have numerous lakes/earth tanks nearby....we are infested by those dratted ZINGING ugly little pests...called mosquitoes! Not bad if there is a wind blowing...but unmerciful when it's a gentle breeze. Needless to say, we often 'give in' rather than 'fight their feasting'.

The last few days have been what I call...backwards days...things just keep 'messing up'...unnecessary junk keeps coming 'down the pike'----when I saw the following poetic UN TRUTH...I knew I needed to post it ....for myself and others to 'just get a chuckle'. Hope you enjoy the creative writing of someone....not me...but could've been. ha ha


Ladies and gentlemen, hoboes and tramps,
Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants,
I come before you to stand behind you,
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
There will be a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only;
Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor.
The topic to discuss...
The crime that has never been committed.
HUMMMMM, do you ever feel like 'life is sooo confusing?" hahaha Blessings 2 U

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The FUN Side of Getting Old....;-D


I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement Frog... that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon---which I can't...ha ha? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's & 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in clothing that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver....or loose. ;-D
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore..
I've even earned the right to be wrong. I've earned the right to 'have it my way'.

So, to answer your question, sometimes, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I might just eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it)...just kidding---when your a diabetic, had cancer twice & a double knee replacement---you enjoy not always eating the sweets of the past. There are JOYs on many avenues and venues....and aging has a thousand streets to wander around...if you can walk.ha ha And as the old song used to say "these Boots are made for Walking and that's just what I'll do"---as long as my Sweet Lord, allows me to~!! "Walk ON and Have Happy Day!