50Plus : Videos : Tim Hortons’ new cup sizes explained
This explains it All............Nothing,but its worth a laugh.!!!!!!!! and guess who benefits from this????.
Nope,its not you,..........it is them!!. You can bet your tit bits on that, excuse me its tim-tits, the small dog nut holes, made from the centes of the dog nuts, cuts.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
My Last Ride. Riders of the Wind. A tribute.
My Last Ride
My hands are clenched around the chrome bars.
The engine’s rumble sounds so sweet.
I, twist the throttle with my palms.
The world slips by beneath my feet.
The slapping of my leathers and raging winds on either side,
drum a beat of sweet contentment
As I ride this….my last ride.
Alone on my steel pony, to the heavens I’ve been called,
but fret not, my dear loved ones, I’m not lonely here at all.
The landscape now is just a blur, as tears stream from my eyes.
My bike and I leap forward, off into the calling skies.
I, hope, I, touched your lives one day and left a treasured mark.,
Now I ride on to FOREVER,
With your memory in my heart.
To the person who wrote this sonnet,thank you and if you read this and want to give us your name so we may know, you are welcome to do so.
Ride In Peace.
All the riders of the Wind.
All the riders of the Wind.
Your spirit will be with us as we travel along the earthy highways and back roads recalling your laugh and the roar of your machine as we speed to our homes. Watch over us and guide us on our way.
A letter to Joe.
Dear Joe;
Hi and how are you this fine winters day?. Fresh frozen and ready for the oven, so I am I. If its any comfort most of us are in the same boat and its Ontario and it is winter. I don’t feel sorry for those in the South either, must be a bitch to try to keep cool.
You were asking how I did for Christmas and I thought it was pretty good considering I didn’t want anything to be bought for me. I want the money to be spent on the kids and the misses and any extra to go to the Kids Toy Fund or the food bank.
Well. Nobody listens around here and that’s the truth. And I thought we agreed that the kids would only get a few gifts and buy them clothes instead. Its boring but I rather do that then watch them smash up the toys and by days end they are going to recycled.
You know me, I keep my end of the bargain, but not so the Family. Since they heard of the plan everyone went outta their way to buy them gifts. Santa must of used a Hertz rental to get those gifts in here.
There was enough paper here to have the city come and do a special pickup and the rest of the hood as well. I, almost said no wait, I can do that and use the neighbors trailer. But the trailer was full so that plan was over and I had a plan B ,so its pack up the truck and just get it there.
I have been a Leafs fan all my life even before they were famous, I never bought a jersey to wear. I bought all the kids one and they were over $100 in 1978, then, a kids jersey. But, you know those jerseys were passed down to each of the Grandkids so I did ok there and now they have a supply for the next 5 years.
I got a surprise this year all those kids bought me a Leafs jersey, not one but two of them. Well, I almost cried when I opened the first one and when I opened the second, I became verkclempt, ferkclempt, whatever.(so discuss among yourselves the price of butter or how about those Leafs?).
Well, that made my day and every half an hour I switched from one to the other, and that only lasted for a short time. That’s a lot of work changing them on and off, what a silly bugger I am and I had to help out to get the dinner ready. And you already heard about us trying to assembly those darn hockey nets and GT snow racers.
The bottom line here is, when you are watching over dinner, sedating beers, trying to assemble parts and pieces with instructions from space, watch TV and look after the occasional kid that wonders into the den, its possible, doable, but why??.
The whole reason to the holidays is too enjoy yourself, this combination turns out to be work and soon its like any other day. The buzz you were working so hard to get and keep slowly begins to vanish. The noise of the crowd begins to wreck havoc on your sense of HA HA.
Its, not long until you get a headache, a real one and it radiates past your back and into your ass. Reasons, for that are simple to find. Amen on that. Then, you have a houseful of loved ones, half of which you don’t like and they don’t know it. And, if they did, they are ignoring that fact. Steely, bunch, relatives are. The, pain that keeps on giving. Now, that is called love.
I, can see why women beg to go out to a restaurant and have a Christmas meal and send everyone home from there. I am almost tempted to suggest that I would buy all the drinks. You can see I am very desperate. We can open the gifts later or better still I have the gifts in the car, please take them with you.
See you later Joe, there is a little beaver that wants to watch the Wiggles on the tube. So, how was your day?.
Hi and how are you this fine winters day?. Fresh frozen and ready for the oven, so I am I. If its any comfort most of us are in the same boat and its Ontario and it is winter. I don’t feel sorry for those in the South either, must be a bitch to try to keep cool.
You were asking how I did for Christmas and I thought it was pretty good considering I didn’t want anything to be bought for me. I want the money to be spent on the kids and the misses and any extra to go to the Kids Toy Fund or the food bank.
Well. Nobody listens around here and that’s the truth. And I thought we agreed that the kids would only get a few gifts and buy them clothes instead. Its boring but I rather do that then watch them smash up the toys and by days end they are going to recycled.
You know me, I keep my end of the bargain, but not so the Family. Since they heard of the plan everyone went outta their way to buy them gifts. Santa must of used a Hertz rental to get those gifts in here.
There was enough paper here to have the city come and do a special pickup and the rest of the hood as well. I, almost said no wait, I can do that and use the neighbors trailer. But the trailer was full so that plan was over and I had a plan B ,so its pack up the truck and just get it there.
I have been a Leafs fan all my life even before they were famous, I never bought a jersey to wear. I bought all the kids one and they were over $100 in 1978, then, a kids jersey. But, you know those jerseys were passed down to each of the Grandkids so I did ok there and now they have a supply for the next 5 years.
I got a surprise this year all those kids bought me a Leafs jersey, not one but two of them. Well, I almost cried when I opened the first one and when I opened the second, I became verkclempt, ferkclempt, whatever.(so discuss among yourselves the price of butter or how about those Leafs?).
Well, that made my day and every half an hour I switched from one to the other, and that only lasted for a short time. That’s a lot of work changing them on and off, what a silly bugger I am and I had to help out to get the dinner ready. And you already heard about us trying to assembly those darn hockey nets and GT snow racers.
The bottom line here is, when you are watching over dinner, sedating beers, trying to assemble parts and pieces with instructions from space, watch TV and look after the occasional kid that wonders into the den, its possible, doable, but why??.
The whole reason to the holidays is too enjoy yourself, this combination turns out to be work and soon its like any other day. The buzz you were working so hard to get and keep slowly begins to vanish. The noise of the crowd begins to wreck havoc on your sense of HA HA.
Its, not long until you get a headache, a real one and it radiates past your back and into your ass. Reasons, for that are simple to find. Amen on that. Then, you have a houseful of loved ones, half of which you don’t like and they don’t know it. And, if they did, they are ignoring that fact. Steely, bunch, relatives are. The, pain that keeps on giving. Now, that is called love.
I, can see why women beg to go out to a restaurant and have a Christmas meal and send everyone home from there. I am almost tempted to suggest that I would buy all the drinks. You can see I am very desperate. We can open the gifts later or better still I have the gifts in the car, please take them with you.
See you later Joe, there is a little beaver that wants to watch the Wiggles on the tube. So, how was your day?.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
What I miss about Christmas.
A letter to Joe
Hi Joe;
I haven’t written to you since I sent the card at Christmas and it had a very short note in it about the Family, so its time to give you a real letter. We are all fine and it was a busy time for us again and you know I didn’t enjoy it as much this year.
I don’t know why but the misses felt the same way and we just couldn’t tell what it was that we didn’t like or maybe what we missed. That’s it we are missing something with the festive season and I will try to explain what I think it is.
Well number one I ain’t a kid anymore that would explain a lot, wouldn’t it?. When we talked about our child hood it was Christmas, a special time for us all and we told our stories of what it was like in each household. I am not from here and we did Christmas about the same way anyway.
First of all been a kid you have basically had no worries other than to behave and listen so Santa would give you a good gift. We were lucky if we got one special gift and the rest was candy and fruit. We were excited like our kids are now and could hardy wait to see what we got.
We try to keep those days as simple as possible but I am afraid that is going to get tougher each year as those boys get older. The boys still believe in Santa and I hope that stays until Jacob is old enough to find out. We will have to do some explaining and hopefully it goes well.
The kids are different now, then when we had our first two and things were really simple and we enjoyed that, we all loved Christmas and because we were younger as adults that counts for all lot. Now, that we are older and the burden of raising 3 young boys with special needs at our age is a challenge.
It sure takes the HA, HA, outta you pretty quick and there are days when we question “did we do the right thing”? and when we see those sweet faces all tucked in at night and giving a good night kiss and telling us they love us, yes “we did the right thing” and we thank God for this special favor that was given to us.
Heck, it don’t take long to verve off course does it?, I believe that I just did a digress from the topic. Another thing was that special, the smell at Christmas with the turkey in the oven. Pies cooling on the rack and my Dad and Mom having a Christmas cheer, looks like a rye and ginger to me. They had a few of these and it began to get louder as well.
We played and the gang came over and soon it sounded like the Bus terminal on a Saturday and everyone looking for a place in get in line. All our cares faded for this short time and celebrated with each other and toasted those that were in heaven and hoped they were happy as we were. No electronic toys and it was still noisy with the toys we had.
Now I notice that the toys are geared to an individual playing them and not as much for two or more. So we buy games that whole bunch of us can enjoy and build memories for them later. We did buy an iPad only because they use them at school and when they need to practice, then we have one. This toy is a natural for them and they use it like they built themselves.
Well, thank goodness they are willing to show me when I get a chance to play with it, but I have to wait my turn or get it later when they go to bed. You can’t mess it up, so its safe for old guys to use. Well, its time for another little night cap and I gotta go to bed because 24/7 at 6:30 am or sooner, these boys are up and ready for another day.
Take care, Joe, and Happy New Year.
Hi Joe;
I haven’t written to you since I sent the card at Christmas and it had a very short note in it about the Family, so its time to give you a real letter. We are all fine and it was a busy time for us again and you know I didn’t enjoy it as much this year.
I don’t know why but the misses felt the same way and we just couldn’t tell what it was that we didn’t like or maybe what we missed. That’s it we are missing something with the festive season and I will try to explain what I think it is.
Well number one I ain’t a kid anymore that would explain a lot, wouldn’t it?. When we talked about our child hood it was Christmas, a special time for us all and we told our stories of what it was like in each household. I am not from here and we did Christmas about the same way anyway.
First of all been a kid you have basically had no worries other than to behave and listen so Santa would give you a good gift. We were lucky if we got one special gift and the rest was candy and fruit. We were excited like our kids are now and could hardy wait to see what we got.
We try to keep those days as simple as possible but I am afraid that is going to get tougher each year as those boys get older. The boys still believe in Santa and I hope that stays until Jacob is old enough to find out. We will have to do some explaining and hopefully it goes well.
The kids are different now, then when we had our first two and things were really simple and we enjoyed that, we all loved Christmas and because we were younger as adults that counts for all lot. Now, that we are older and the burden of raising 3 young boys with special needs at our age is a challenge.
It sure takes the HA, HA, outta you pretty quick and there are days when we question “did we do the right thing”? and when we see those sweet faces all tucked in at night and giving a good night kiss and telling us they love us, yes “we did the right thing” and we thank God for this special favor that was given to us.
Heck, it don’t take long to verve off course does it?, I believe that I just did a digress from the topic. Another thing was that special, the smell at Christmas with the turkey in the oven. Pies cooling on the rack and my Dad and Mom having a Christmas cheer, looks like a rye and ginger to me. They had a few of these and it began to get louder as well.
We played and the gang came over and soon it sounded like the Bus terminal on a Saturday and everyone looking for a place in get in line. All our cares faded for this short time and celebrated with each other and toasted those that were in heaven and hoped they were happy as we were. No electronic toys and it was still noisy with the toys we had.
Now I notice that the toys are geared to an individual playing them and not as much for two or more. So we buy games that whole bunch of us can enjoy and build memories for them later. We did buy an iPad only because they use them at school and when they need to practice, then we have one. This toy is a natural for them and they use it like they built themselves.
Well, thank goodness they are willing to show me when I get a chance to play with it, but I have to wait my turn or get it later when they go to bed. You can’t mess it up, so its safe for old guys to use. Well, its time for another little night cap and I gotta go to bed because 24/7 at 6:30 am or sooner, these boys are up and ready for another day.
Take care, Joe, and Happy New Year.
Monday, January 2, 2012
DOG FOR SALE:
This was sent to me from a Friend.
A guy was driving around the back woods of Montana and saw a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: “Talking Dog For Sale”. He rang the bell, and the owner appeared and told him that the dog was in the back yard.
The guy went into the back yard and saw a nice-looking Labrador retriever sitting there.
“You talk”? he asked.
“Yep”, the Lab replied.
After the guy recovered from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he said, “So, what's your story”?
The Lab looked up and said, “Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA.
In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping”.
“I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down.
I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals”.
“I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired”.
The guy was amazed. He went back in and asked the owner what he wanted for the dog.
“Ten dollars”, the guy said.
”Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap”?
“Because he's a liar. He's never been out of the yard”!
A guy was driving around the back woods of Montana and saw a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: “Talking Dog For Sale”. He rang the bell, and the owner appeared and told him that the dog was in the back yard.
The guy went into the back yard and saw a nice-looking Labrador retriever sitting there.
“You talk”? he asked.
“Yep”, the Lab replied.
After the guy recovered from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he said, “So, what's your story”?
The Lab looked up and said, “Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA.
In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping”.
“I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down.
I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals”.
“I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired”.
The guy was amazed. He went back in and asked the owner what he wanted for the dog.
“Ten dollars”, the guy said.
”Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap”?
“Because he's a liar. He's never been out of the yard”!
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