14 November 2004

Cat Lover or Not

Growing up, we always had dogs. We loved our dogs, and my dad was a dog person. He did not like cats. So now, I have 3 cats living with me. I guess that is why my dad emailed this to me:

Subject: CAT LOVER OR NOT

SOOOOO FUNNY!!!!!

Cat Lover or not this is hysterical!
We've all had trouble with our animals,
but I don't think anyone can top this one:


Calling in sick to work makes me
uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the
feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.

On one recent occasion, I had a valid
reason but lied anyway,
because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I
had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would
feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a
doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.

The accident occurred mainly because I had
given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the
new acquisition was no problem.
Then one morning, I was taking my shower
after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.

"Honey! The garbage disposal is dead
again. Please come reset it."

"You know where the button is," I
protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!"

"But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if
it starts going and sucks me in?" There was a meaningful pause and then,
"C'mon, it'll only take you a second."

So out I came, dripping wet and buck
naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about
how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I
squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last
action I remember performing.

It struck without warning, and without any
respect to my circumstances.

No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing
me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered
the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had
been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I
unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.

I lost all rational thought to control
orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the
full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.

Wild animals are sometimes faced with a
"fight or flight" syndrome.
Men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this
from experience. I was fleeing straight up into
the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The
impact knocked me out cold.

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics
stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than
finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor buck naked in front of a group of
"been-there, done-that" paramedics.
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were
all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct
their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter... ...and
not succeeding.

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days
later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to
coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming
it was too painful to talk about, which it was.

"What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?"

If they only knew!

Why is it that only the women laugh at this?

11 November 2004

Breast Cancer

My husband forwarded this to me. It is a moving story, and an important issue that I hope we all sign the petition so women with breast cancer can get the help they need. Thank you.

From: xxx
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 12:14 PM
To: xxx
Subject: FW: Breast cancer bill - VIP


xxx,
Please forward this on to the Department, this is near and dear to me
with my Wife and Daughter both having breast cancer. When you remove the
lymph nodes, which is usually done with both a mastectomy and lumptectomy,
which regulates/controls the water in your system it takes a while for your
body to adjust. During this period I had to change my wife's dressings four
times a day including at lunch time. The drain tube was on the back of her
shoulder and had to be done by someone else. The risk of infection is high
and with the removal of the lymphs, the body's ability to fight infection is
greatly reduced. Please take a moment click on the site and register.

Thanks Very Much
xxx

-----Original Message-----
From: xxx
Sent: Tuesday, November 09, 2004 9:17 AM
To: xxx
Subject: Breast cancer bill - VIP


This is top priority!! Don't delete it without
voting.

Breast Cancer Hospitalization Bill -
Important legislation for all women.

Please send this to everyone in your address book.
If there was ever a time when our voices and choices
should be heard, this is one of those times. If you
are receiving this it's because I think you will
take the 30 seconds to go and vote on this
issue...and send it on to others you know who will
do the same.

There's a bill called the Breast Cancer Patient
Protection Act which will require insurance
companies to cover a minimum 48-hour hospital stay
for patients undergoing a mastectomy. It's about
eliminating the "drive-through mastectomy" where
women are forced to go home hours after surgery
against the wishes of their doctor; still groggy
from anesthesia and sometimes with drainage tubes
still attached.

Lifetime Television has put this bill on their web
page with a petition drive to show your support.
Last year over half the House signed on.
PLEASE!!!! Sign the petition by clicking on the web
site below and help women living with breast cancer
get the care they need and deserve!! There is no
cost or monetary pledge involved. You need not give
more than your name and zip code number.


http://www.lifetimetv.com/health/breast_mastectomy_pledge.html


This takes about 2 seconds. PLEASE PASS THIS ON.
THANKS

08 November 2004

I just got this in the email from my dad. I love it, so I am sharing it:

FOR ALL YOU LEXOPHILE'S (LOVERS OF WORDS)

1. A bicycle can't stand alone because it is two-tired.

2. What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway).

3. Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana. (Groucho Marx)

4. A backward poet writes inverse.

5. In democracy it's your vote that counts;
In feudalism, it's your count that votes.

6. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

7. If you don't pay your exorcist you get repossessed.

8. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.

9. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and
I'll show you A-flat minor.

10. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.

11. The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.

12. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France
would result in Linoleum Blownapart.

13. You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

14. Local Area Network in Australia:
the LAN down under.

15. He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.

16. Every calendar's days are numbered.

17. A lot of money is tainted. 'Taint yours and 'taint mine.

18. A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.

19. He had a photographic memory that was never developed.

20. A plateau is a high form of flattery.

21. The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison
was a small medium at large.

22. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.

23. When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.

24. Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine.

25. When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair
she thought she'd dye.

26. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.

27. Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.

28. Acupuncture is a jab well done.

04 November 2004

Oh So True

Here is an adorable email I received from a retired neighbor:


Oh So True

Recently, I was diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to wash my car.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the hall table.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the trash first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left

My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the coke a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote.

Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where
it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day: the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers aren't watered, there is still only one check in my
checkbook, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember to whom it has been sent.

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!

GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL
LAUGHING AT YOURSELF IS THERAPEUTIC

Subject: A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee

It is 2 days after the election and I am still depressed over how the entire fiasco was handled. People having to wait 9 hours in line to be able to vote, voters being turned away, voting places running out of provential voting tickets hours before the booths closed, and worse of all, the way the news handled it...obviously extremely biased towards candidates and predicting winners while people were STILL voting. Personally, I think the news should be banned from reporting the outcome until ALL VOTES are counted, which they were NOT.

Well, today, my neighbor emailed me this which is really nice:

Subject: A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee


You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. A young
woman
went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so
hard
for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to
give
up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem
was
solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and
placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first
she
placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she
placed
ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
In
about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots
out
and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a
bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, Tell me, what do you see? Carrots,
eggs, and coffee, she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked
her
to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother
then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off
the
shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the
daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich
aroma. The daughter then asked, What does it mean, mother?

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same
adversity. Boiling water and each reacted differently. The carrot went
in
strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the
boiling
water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin
outer
shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the
boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were
unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed
the
water. Which are you? she asked her daughter.

When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a
carrot, an
egg, or a coffee bean? Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that
seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and
lose
my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but
changes
with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup,
a
financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and
stiff?
Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough
with a
stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean
actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the
pain.
When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you
are
like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change
the
situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you
elevate
yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a
carrot,
an egg, or a coffee bean? Count your blessings, not your problems......
Putting others first makes relationships last. Moments in Life - There
are
moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick
them from your dreams and hug them for real! Don't go for looks; they
can
deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who
makes
you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.
Look for the one who puts the smile on your heart.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make
you
strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you
happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they
just make the most of everything that comes along their way. When you
were
born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your
life
so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is
crying.

26 October 2004

The Bachelor Diet

My dad emailed this to me which I thought was funny:

The Bachelor Diet

Monday

Breakfast - Who can eat Breakfast on a Monday? Swallow some
toothpaste while brushing your teeth. Lunch - Send your secretary out
for six "gutbombers" - those little hamburgers that used to cost a dime
but now cost sixty five cents. Also order French fries, a bowl of chili,
a soft drink and have her stop on the way back for a family size bottle
of Maalox. Afternoon Snack - Drink the Maalox. Dinner - Six pack of
beer and Kentucky fried chicken three-piece dinner, don't
eat the coleslaw.

Tuesday

Breakfast - Eat the coleslaw. Lunch - Go to the office vending machine
and put ninety five cents in and close your eyes, push a button and eat
whatever comes out swallowing it whole to prevent nausea. Dinner -
Four tacos and a pitcher of Sangria at El Flasho's.

Wednesday

Breakfast - Stomach couldn't handle breakfast after a night at El
Flasho's. Lunch - Rolaids and a coke. Dinner - Drop in at a married
friends house and beg for scraps.

Thursday

Breakfast - Order out for pizza. Lunch - Your secretary is out sick,
check Mondays gutbomber sack for leftovers. Dinner - Go to a bar.
Ask the bartender for extra olives.

Friday

Breakfast - Eggs, sausage and an English muffin at McDonald's.
Eat the Styrofoam plate and leave the food. It tastes better and it's
better for you. Lunch - Skip Lunch, Fridays are murder. Dinner - Steak,
well-done, baked potato and asparagus. Don't eat the asparagus,
nobody really likes asparagus.

Saturday

Breakfast - Sleep through it. Lunch - Ditto. Dinner - Steak, well done,
baked potato, and Brussels sprouts. Don't eat the Brussels Sprouts.
Take them home and plant them in a hanging basket.

Sunday

Breakfast - Three Bloody Marys and a Twinkie. Lunch - Eat lunch?
And waste a good buzz? Dinner - Chicken noodle soup. Call home
and ask about renting our old room.

22 October 2004

Please help end Child Sex Tourism

The popular Latin musician, Ricky Martin, is working very hard trying to end child sex slaves. I am copying a message here from his organization that was emailed to me. I think it is very important to protect the children. They are our future.

EXCLUSIVE: Message from Ricky



--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

October 20 th, 2004

Ricky Martin has just given his speech at the UN at the Luncheon and Panel Discussion "Innovative Global Actions To Stop Child Sex Tourism".

He also met with Ambassador John Miller, Director of the Trafficking In Persons Division of the US State Department; Ambassador Sichan Siv, US Ambassador to the UN; Michael Garcia, Assistant Secretary for Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) for the US; as well as Joseph Mettimano of World Vision, Claudia Chagas, from Brasil, Lourdes Balanon, of the Phillipines, and Patrick Midy, of France, and approximately 60 other ambassadors from all over the world...

Please, help us get this important message out to everyone... we can't do it alone, but together we can do anything!!!!!



Ricky's Speech given earlier today at the UN....

Good afternoon.

* Some months ago, a man in Central America was arrested for paying $10,000 to have sex with an eight month old baby.

* An estimated 5,000 children are currently involved in prostitution, pornography and sex-tourism in Mexico, AND, Nearly 100 a month fall into the hands of the child prostitution networks which are mafias or organized crime syndicates.

* In Tanzania, in the course of one year, 7% of street children acquired a sexually transmitted disease because of sexual exploitation.

* Thailand- there are about 200,000 children involved in its sex trade and 86% of patrons are local.

*In Campo Grande, Brazil, over 100 young girls are prostituted in sex tourism in 12 brothels- places where girls are bought for periods of one to two weeks.

* An American sex tourist was only sentenced to ten years in jail in Honduras for raping two Honduran boys.

* $7 billion dollars are moved annually within the Trafficking in persons industry - making it the third largest illegal activity of the world

* And- listen to this- it is estimated that two million children around the world, live under this type of sexual bondage.

Sadly enough, the statistics I just gave you represent only a small fraction of the problem the world faces today in the area of sexual exploitation of children.

This is our era's form of slavery- and helping affect its complete abolition is the reason I am here today. Because, despite the clearly serious nature of even a single ONE of these cases, the visibility afforded to this phenomenon is still minimal, and it's danger is not being expressed with sufficient force.

I am here today to talk about recovering lost childhoods and preventing the daily tragedy in the lives of millions of children sold into slavery every year. Imagine a child locked in slavery. A child so overshadowed by exploitation that insomnia, beatings, rape, and violence are part of his or her daily life. This is what happens to children who are trafficked for prostitution, pornography and as playthings by sex-tourists. About 2 million children from all over the world are subjected to this
every year. Some are as young as seven.

Child sex-tourism is spreading on our planet. The demand continues to grow and men fly from one country to another for cheap sex with a child. We must end this demand and protect our children. They are our future.

I just came back from Kolkata India where I've been working with recovering victims for more than two years. They were traumatized but were able to overcome their tragedy. They had recaptured their laughter. I saw a little effort by some spirited people go a long way. We need to supplement their efforts and make them go further. If we work together, we can end this modern form of slavery.

As Martin Luther King said, we have made the world a neighborhood, now it is time to make it a brotherhood.

In an act of faith, I have initiated the People for Children Project as part of the Ricky Martin Foundation-to protect our children and to create a safer world. Come share with me this vision.

Let us transform the tragedies in the lives of these children, to one of hope and joy. Let us move beyond rhetoric and resolutions. Please help us act now. And if you are already fighting this battle, use me as part of your team on our journey of hope.

Child-sex tourism is not just about these 3 words. It is also about demand- about supply- about trafficking in children and sexual exploitation- and it is also about travel. As such, it is not an activity that affects only a few nations. It is, in fact, a human epidemic of international proportions that leaves no region of the world untouched.

There are 3 issues that will be discussed further during today's panel, which I will briefly highlight here......

First, it is imperative that child-sex tourism is understood as an industry that would NOT exist without the demand from adults who are seeking and utilizing children for sexual commercial purposes inside and outside their countries. My Foundation will support initiatives on educating children to resist the demand, law-enforcement officers to understand the demand, and adults to see the consequences of this crime, through training and awareness programs. All of you at the UN can help me in enhancing this activity. Once again, we need your help!

Secondly, it is important to cut off the DEMAND and recognize child-sex tourism and child trafficking as a criminal offense within countries and also across countries. A first obvious step towards achieving this goal- is to harmonize laws, policies, codes of conduct, and many other national and international efforts, so that sexual offenders cannot get away with impunity by traveling abroad for sex with a child. The World Tourism Organization has spearheaded a growing interest in making travel, in all its forms, safe for children everywhere. We HAVE begun a positive process towards the elimination of child-sex tourism and must build on this momentum.

Finally, the only way we can change the world is with cooperation and with group effort. As I said it is impossible to prevent, combat or eradicate child sex tourism in isolation.

We need to step out of denial...this is happening and it is happening everywhere we look, and in places we can't even see...

Coalitions and alliances must be strengthened, where previously absent, bridges must be formed, and whatever differences may exist between nations we must look beyond such divisions and focus on what needs to be our main global concern... the lives of children.

Imagine the fear of a child as young as eight years old, who should be in school, well nurtured, innocent and playful who instead is trafficked, beaten, raped, and whose identity and hope for a bright future has been stolen. The task we are faced with is complicated and challenging- but as leaders and representatives of nations who have the power to set standards and examples, I urge
you all to take strong decisive action in what pertains to these crimes against our most vulnerable citizens...our children. It is my sincere belief that the smallest and most powerless among us, our children, are just as entitled to human rights, health and justice as the strongest among us.

Let us take advantage of this momentum, nurtured by an established and growing movement to end child sex tourism.

Ladies and gentleman, the bottom line is...

This is war, and we need to win, and to win we need to work together.

Let us demonstrate with resolve, that this crime has no place in our world today.

Thank you.



We Like Being Greek

I would like to thank George Katsaras for emailing this to me. Being half Greek, and having been to Greece, I can testify that this is all true...

WE LIKE BEING GREEK:

Because we have a small, poor country full of people with big hearts.
Because we never visit others empty handed.
Because there is no way to explain to foreigners what is "kapsoura" (burning
desire for someone).
Because in Greece family is still something valuable.
Because we always make it, albeit in the last moment.
Because we were slaves for 400 years yet never bring that up as an excuse
for our current state.
Because we are everywhere around the planet.
Because "filotimo" (friend of honor, helping someone because it is a shame
not to) does not exist in any other language.
Because whenever foreigners cannot find a word, they use one of ours.
Because we spend our bad and low times with our friends and family, not with
shrinks.
Because Socrates, Plato and Aristotle were Greek.
Because we invented theatre.
Because we gave birth to Democracy.
Because we discovered logic.
Because we jumpstarted science.
Because we are proud of our culture, not of our wars.
Because when we were building the Parthenon, the others were still sleeping
on trees
Because we gave the light to all these leaders who are "striving" for peace
by making wars.
Because we have a distinction between Eros (falling in love) and Agapi
(innocent love), while we feel both of them passionately.
Because Eros was a Greek God.
Because we gave the oath "freedom or death".
Because when others used to be clothed with wolf skin we were weaving
see-through linen.
Because "Greeks do not fight as heroes, heroes fight like Greeks" (Winston
Churchill,1941).
Because we gave our ancient alphabet to the Romans & our medieval alphabet
to the Slavs.
Because we are not ashamed to cry.
Because we dance when we are sad.
Because we work to live and do not live to work.
Because 97% of the stars' names are Greek.
Because when you shout "brother or cousin " in the streets everyone turns
around.
Because the inside of all our churches are not dark but full of light.
Because our parents do not forget that we exist when we reach 18.
Because when we want to sunbathe, we go to the beach, we don't crawl on
grass or jump into fountains.
Because we confront every difficulty with humor.
Because the Olympic games were born in Greece.
Because, with our (Olympic) light, we unite the world and pass the message
of peace.
Because our sky is blue, not gray.
Because 40% of Oxford dictionary is made up with Greek words.
Because we know what "Kefi" (propensity to fun) means.
Because Homer wrote Iliad 3500 years ago and Hollywood turned it into a
movie just recently.

29 September 2004

His and Hers Road Trip

A friend of mine sent this to me in email and it reminds me of some couples I know...;-)

His And Hers Road Trip-

HERS:
Pulls off at wrong exit.
Opens window.
Asks directions from a knowledgeable police officer.
Arrives at destination presently.

HIS:
Pulls off at wrong exit absolutely positive it's the correct one.
Drives five miles into wilderness, still thinks he's right.
Drives an extra 5 miles just in case.
Finally rolls down window just to get fresh air.
Pulls up to a 7 -11.
Gets three hot-dogs, a large slurpee, and beef jerky.
Asks person behind counter how to get back onto the highway.
Gets back into car.
Laughs at the idea of looking at a map as he pulls away from the 7-11.
Drives down a dirt road with no street lights insisting this is the way back because guy from 7-11 said it was.
Almost hits a deer.
Curses the night.
Curses you.
Curses the large slurpee.
Drives and fiddles with radio.
Yells at you for suggesting the map again.
Admits he didn't want to go to Thanksgiving at your sister's anyway.
He hates your sister.
Ever since she called him a pernicious weasel.
He had to look up pernicious.
Couldn't find a dictionary.
Finally found a dictionary.
Couldn't spell pernicious.
Seethes at the memory of it all.
But she is laughing inside.
And of course you're still lost.

-----------------

Not So Dumb-
Two bored casino dealers were waiting at a craps table. A very attractive blonde woman arrived and bet twenty thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice.

She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude".

With that she stripped from her neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, "Mama needs new clothes!"

Then she hollered "YES! YES! I WON! I WON!"

She jumped up and down and hugged each of the dealers. With that she picked up all the money and clothes and quickly departed. The dealers just stared at
each other dumbfounded.

Finally, one of them asked, "What did she roll?"

The other answered, "I thought YOU were watching!"

Moral: Not all blondes are dumb, but some men are gullible.

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Her Age
Harold's wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger.

After a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the "miracle" products, she asked, "Darling, honestly, what age would you say I am?"

Looking over her carefully, Harold replied, "Judging from your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty five."

"Oh, you flatterer!" she gushed.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Harold interrupted.

"I haven't added them up yet."

25 September 2004

Dear Dogs & Cats

A great friend of mine emailed me this which I thought was hysterical...and so true:

Dear Dogs and Cats:

When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note: Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping; they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but sarcasm.

My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees. For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years - canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, and then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door...

Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Pets:

1.. They live here. You don't.

2.. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)

3.. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.

4.. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Lastly, I will try to keep in mind that dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about buying the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.

Here is a picture of our cats Posted by Hello

24 September 2004


This is part of my genealogy...it is from my dad's mom's dad's mom's side Posted by Hello

Letter to president Bush

A friend emailed me this letter from Michael Moore to our president. He makes great points:

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2004
Mr. Bush and His 10 Ever-Changing Different Positions on Iraq: "A flip and a flop and now just a flop."


9/22/04

Dear Mr. Bush,

I am so confused. Where exactly do you stand on the issue of Iraq? You, your Dad, Rummy, Condi, Colin, and Wolfie -- you have all changed your minds so many times, I am out of breath just trying to keep up with you!

Which of these 10 positions that you, your family and your cabinet have taken over the years represents your CURRENT thinking:

1983-88: WE LOVE SADDAM. On December 19, 1983, Donald Rumsfeld was sent by your dad and Mr. Reagan to go and have a friendly meeting with Saddam Hussein, the dictator of Iraq. Rummy looked so happy in the picture. Just twelve days after this visit, Saddam gassed thousands of Iranian troops. Your dad and Rummy seemed pretty happy with the results because ‘The Donald R.’ went back to have another chummy hang-out with Saddam’s right-hand man, Tariq Aziz, just four months later. All of this resulted in the U.S. providing credits and loans to Iraq that enabled Saddam to buy billions of dollars worth of weapons and chemical agents. The Washington Post reported that your dad and Reagan let it be known to their Arab allies that the Reagan/Bush administration wanted Iraq to win its war with Iran and anyone who helped Saddam accomplish this was a friend of ours.

1990: WE HATE SADDAM. In 1990, when Saddam invaded Kuwait, your dad and his defense secretary, Dick Cheney, decided they didn't like Saddam anymore so they attacked Iraq and returned Kuwait to its rightful dictators.

1991: WE WANT SADDAM TO LIVE. After the war, your dad and Cheney and Colin Powell told the Shiites to rise up against Saddam and we would support them. So they rose up. But then we changed our minds. When the Shiites rose up against Saddam, the Bush inner circle changed its mind and decided NOT to help the Shiites. Thus, they were massacred by Saddam.

1998: WE WANT SADDAM TO DIE. In 1998, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz and others, as part of the Project for the New American Century, wrote an open letter to President Clinton insisting he invade and topple Saddam Hussein.

2000: WE DON'T BELIEVE IN WAR AND NATION BUILDING. Just three years later, during your debate with Al Gore in the 2000 election, when asked by the moderator Jim Lehrer where you stood when it came to using force for regime change, you turned out to be a downright pacifist:


“I--I would take the use of force very seriously. I would be guarded in my approach. I don't think we can be all things to all people in the world. I think we've got to be very careful when we commit our troops. The vice president [Al Gore] and I have a disagreement about the use of troops. He believes in nation building. I--I would be very careful about using our troops as nation builders. I believe the role of the military is to fight and win war and, therefore, prevent war from happening in the first place. And so I take my--I take my--my responsibility seriously.” --October 3, 2000

2001 (early): WE DON'T BELIEVE SADDAM IS A THREAT. When you took office in 2001, you sent your Secretary of State, Colin Powell, and your National Security Advisor, Condoleezza Rice, in front of the cameras to assure the American people they need not worry about Saddam Hussein. Here is what they said:


Powell: “We should constantly be reviewing our policies, constantly be looking at those sanctions to make sure that they have directed that purpose. That purpose is every bit as important now as it was 10 years ago when we began it. And frankly, they have worked. He has not developed any significant capability with respect to weapons of mass destruction. He is unable to project conventional power against his neighbors.” --February 24, 2001


Rice: “But in terms of Saddam Hussein being there, let's remember that his country is divided, in effect. He does not control the northern part of his country. We are able to keep arms from him. His military forces have not been rebuilt.” --July 29, 2001

2001 (late): WE BELIEVE SADDAM IS GOING TO KILL US! Just a few months later, in the hours and days after the 9/11 tragedy, you had no interest in going after Osama bin Laden. You wanted only to bomb Iraq and kill Saddam and you then told all of America we were under imminent threat because weapons of mass destruction were coming our way. You led the American people to believe that Saddam had something to do with Osama and 9/11. Without the UN's sanction, you broke international law and invaded Iraq.

2003: WE DON’T BELIEVE SADDAM IS GOING TO KILL US. After no WMDs were found, you changed your mind about why you said we needed to invade, coming up with a brand new after-the-fact reason -- we started this war so we could have regime change, liberate Iraq and give the Iraqis democracy!

2003: “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!” Yes, everyone saw you say it -- in costume, no less!

2004: OOPS. MISSION NOT ACCOMPLISHED! Now you call the Iraq invasion a "catastrophic success." That's what you called it this month. Over a thousand U.S. soldiers have died, Iraq is in a state of total chaos where no one is safe, and you have no clue how to get us out of there.

Mr. Bush, please tell us -- when will you change your mind again?

I know you hate the words "flip" and "flop," so I won't use them both on you. In fact, I'll use just one: Flop. That is what you are. A huge, colossal flop. The war is a flop, your advisors and the "intelligence" they gave you is a flop, and now we are all a flop to the rest of the world. Flop. Flop. Flop.

And you have the audacity to criticize John Kerry with what you call the "many positions" he has taken on Iraq. By my count, he has taken only one: He believed you. That was his position. You told him and the rest of congress that Saddam had WMDs. So he -- and the vast majority of Americans, even those who didn't vote for you -- believed you. You see, Americans, like John Kerry, want to live in a country where they can believe their president.

That was the one, single position John Kerry took. He didn't support the war, he supported YOU. And YOU let him and this great country down. And that is why tens of millions can't wait to get to the polls on Election Day -- to remove a major, catastrophic flop from our dear, beloved White House -- to stop all the flipping you and your men have done, flipping us and the rest of the world off.

We can't take another minute of it.

Yours,

Michael Moore
mmflint@aol.com
www.michaelmoore.com

Dog vs. Cat

A friend emailed me this, and having 3 cats myself, I thought it was pretty funny:

DIARIES UNCOVERED!

As seen in a dog's diary:

8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!



As seen in a cat's diary:

Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continue to
taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat
dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the
hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from
ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I
may eat another house plant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around
their feet while they were walking almost succeeded
and must try this at the top of the stairs. In an
attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors,
I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite
chair -- must try this on their bed. Decapitated a
mouse and brought them the headless body, in an
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of,
and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only
cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I
was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices.
I was placed in solitary throughout the event.
However, I could hear the noise and smell the food.
More importantly I overheard that my confinement was
due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this
is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced
the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches.

The dog is routinely released and seems more than
happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird
on the other hand has got to be an informant, and
speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my
every move. Due to his current placement in the metal
room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait; it is only a matter of time...

10 September 2004

The Beautiful Teacup

This is a story Julia emailed me and I thought it would be nice to share:

The Beautiful Teacup

There was a couple who used to go England to shop in a beautiful antique store. This trip was to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially teacups.

Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked, "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful."

As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the tea-cup spoke, "You don't understand," It said, "I have not always been a tea-cup. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, 'Don't do that. I don't like it! Let me alone,' but he only smiled, and gently said, 'Not yet.'

"Then, WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. 'Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!,' I screamed. But the master only nodded and said quietly, 'Not yet.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then...

"Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. 'Help! Get me out of here!' I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side, 'Not yet!'

"When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh,that felt so good! 'Ah, this is much better,' I thought. But, after I cooled, he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Oh, please; Stop it, Stop it!' I cried. He only shook his head and said, 'Not yet!'

"Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up. Just then, the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited ------- and waited, wondering, 'What's he going to do to me next?'

"An hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Look at yourself.' And I did.

"I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful ... I'm beautiful!'

"Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember then,' he said, 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you'd have dried up...I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked...I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but, if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened! You would not have had any color in your life. If I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product... Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.' "



The moral of this story is:





God knows what He's doing (for each of us).
He is the potter, and we are His clay.
He will mold us and make us,
and expose us to just enough pressures of just the right kinds
that we may be made into a flawless piece of work
to fulfill His good, pleasing and perfect will...





So when life seems hard,
and you are being pounded and patted
and pushed almost beyond endurance;
when your world seems to be spinning out of control;
when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials;
when life seems to "stink,"

try this...

Brew a cup of of your favorite tea in
your prettiest tea cup,
sit down and think on this story,
and then,
have a little talk with the Potter.

04 July 2004

Happy Independence Day

A friend emailed this to me, and it really touched me:

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

- Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.

- Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

- Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.

- Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

- They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they?

- Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

- Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his Ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags. Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

- Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

- At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt. Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

- John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.

Most of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't. So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid

It depend's who's hands it's in

A friend of a friend emailed this to me, and I thought I would share it:

You might like this.

It depends on who's hands it's in.

A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's
hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth $19 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in.

A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venus Williams'
hands is a championship winning.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my
hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in
God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will
produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands it's in.

As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears,
your hopes, your dreams, your families and your
relationships in God's hands because...
It depends whose hands it's in.

This message is now in your hands.
What will YOU do with it?

It depends who's hands you're in.

30 June 2004

Wayt geneology

Descendants of Oliver Milroy Wayt

Generation No. 1

1. OLIVER MILROY5 WAYT (BENJAMIN FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2, UNKNOWN1) was
born Abt. 1862, and died 1933 in Marshall County, WV. He married JOHANNA
REBECCA LOGSDON
. She was born 1867, and died 1953.

More About JOHANNA REBECCA LOGSDON:

Burial: Mt. Rose Cemetery, Moundsville, Marshall County, WV

Children of OLIVER WAYT and JOHANNA LOGSDON are:

i. BLAINE HALLIE6 MOOSE.

Notes for BLAINE HALLIE MOOSE:

Illegitimate son of Johanna LOGSDON. Married Lena, died Mt. Lebanon, PA.

ii. PEARL WAYT.

Notes for PEARL WAYT:

Buried same lot as her mother, Johanna in Mt. Rose Cemetery, Marshall
County, WV.

iii. PAUL WAYT, d. 1976; m. SADIE GRAY.

iv. FRANCIS WAYT, m. (1) LILLIAN SNEDEKER; m. (2) BEATRICE.

Notes for FRANCIS WAYT:

Buried in cemetery at Round Bottom Hill, Marshall County, WV. (Riverview
Cemetery)

2. v. JAMES WAYT.

3. vi. EMILY JANE WAYT, b. 1886; d. 1949.

4. vii. LEE WAYT, b. December 1890.

viii. ELSIE WAYT, b. March 04, 1893; d. 1928.

Notes for ELSIE WAYT:

Never married.

Buried Mt. Rose Cemetery, Marshall County, WV.

More About ELSIE WAYT:

Burial: Mt. Rose Cemetery, Moundsville, Marshall County, WV

5. ix. ALVA WAYT, b. September 18, 1895; d. December 09, 1987, Marshall
County, VA.

6. x. ORVILLE WAYT, b. July 14, 1904; d. 1977.

Generation No. 2

2. JAMES6 WAYT (OLIVER MILROY5, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2,
UNKNOWN1) He married BESSIE MAY WAYT 1913 in Ohio County, West Virgnia.

Notes for JAMES WAYT:

James and Bessie May were first cousins. Bessie d/o Benjamin Franklin WAYT.

Marriage Notes for JAMES WAYT and BESSIE WAYT:

Marriage recorded Vol. 52, page 73.


Children of JAMES WAYT and BESSIE WAYT are:

i. MILLARD R.7 WAYT, b. October 09, 1914.

Notes for MILLARD R. WAYT:

Twin to Willard R.

ii. WILLARD R. WAYT, b. October 09, 1914.

Notes for WILLARD R. WAYT:

Twin to Millard R.

iii. WILBERT R. WAYT, b. March 04, 1918.

iv. JAMES WAYT, JR., b. September 06, 1923.

v. LEVAUN WAYT, b. June 10, 1926.

vi. ELEANOR GAY WAYT, b. July 12, 1929.

3. EMILY JANE6 WAYT (OLIVER MILROY5, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2,
UNKNOWN1) was born 1886, and died 1949. She married WILLIAM ALVA MC ILVAIN
1904.

Notes for EMILY JANE WAYT:

Buried Nauvoo Cemetery, Marshall County, WV.

Notes for WILLIAM ALVA MC ILVAIN:

s/o John Calvin and Mary Jane HARRIS MC ILVAIN.


Children of EMILY WAYT and WILLIAM MC ILVAIN are:

i. WILLIAM EARL7 MC ILVAIN, b. 1905, Marshall County, VA.

7. ii. ALBERT CARL MC ILVAIN, b. 1907, Marshall County, VA; d. December 29,
1986.

4. LEE6 WAYT (OLIVER MILROY5, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2,
UNKNOWN1) was born December 1890. He married HAZEL DERROW Unknown.


Children of LEE WAYT and HAZEL DERROW are:

i. HAROLD E.7 WAYT, b. September 10, 1915.

ii. HEBERT GLENN WAYT, b. January 02, 1918.

iii. WILMA M. WAYT, b. September 13, 1920.

8. iv. RALPH WAYT, b. February 15, 1922.

5. ALVA6 WAYT (OLIVER MILROY5, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2,
UNKNOWN1) was born September 18, 1895, and died December 09, 1987 in
Marshall County, VA. He married (1) ANNA KERBY. She died 1962. He married
(2) EVA NOLAN. She died 1976.

Notes for ALVA WAYT:

Obituary, "Moundsville Echo" - Alva Wayt Died Wednesday - Alva J. Wayt, 92,
of RD 1 Moundsville, died Wednesday in Mound View Health Care Center,
Moundsville. He was born in Marshall County Sept. 18, 1895, son of Oliver
and Joanna Logsdon Wayt. He was a retired employee of the Conduit Plant,
Glendale, and a member of the Ash Avenue Church of God, Moundsville. He was
preceded in death by his first wife, Anna Kirby Wayt, in 1962; his second
wife, Eva Nolan Wayt, in 1976. Surviving are two sons, Charles of
Moundsville, and Walter of Warren, O; a daughter, Helen Young of
Moundsville; two stepsons, Dale Nolan of Moundsville, and Edward Nolan of
Denver; four stepdaughters, Virginia Minear of Moundsville; Betty Johnson of
Graysville, W. Va.; Hazel Roberts and Helen Gretzinger, both of Ohio; 10
grandchildren; 24 great-grandchildren; 14 great-great-grandchildren; several
stepgrandchildren and stepgreat-grandchildren. Friends will be received at
the Lutes Funeral Home, Second St., Moundsville, 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. today,
where services will be held at 2 p.m. Friday. Interment will be in Halcyon
Hills Memorial Gardens, Sherrard. Rev. Forest Shaffer will officiate.

More About ALVA WAYT:

Burial: December 11, 1987, Halcyon Hills Memorial Gardens, Sherrard,
Marshall County, WV


Children of ALVA WAYT and ANNA KERBY are:

i. CHARLES E.7 WAYT, b. March 30, 1913.

Notes for CHARLES E. WAYT:

Residence "of Moundsville" in father's obituary.

ii. EILEEN WAYT, b. May 28, 1916.

Notes for EILEEN WAYT:

Preceded her father in death.

iii. HELEN WAYT, b. April 15, 1918; m. (1) YOUNG; m. (2) ALVIN J. MARTY,
1935, Ohio County, West Virgnia.

Notes for HELEN WAYT:

Residence "of Moundsville" in father's obituary.

First marriage recorded in Ohio County, but named Helen Young in father's
obituary.

Marriage Notes for HELEN WAYT and ALVIN MARTY:

Marriage to Alvin J. Marty recorded Vol. 115, page 256.

iv. GERALD R. (JUDD) WAYT, b. January 30, 1920; d. 1981; m. LYDA JEAN
MURPHY; b. 1928; d. September 07, 1981, Marshall County, WV.

Notes for GERALD R. (JUDD) WAYT:

Preceded his father in death.

More About GERALD R. (JUDD) WAYT:

Burial: Halcyon Hills Memorial Gardens, Sherrard, Marshall County, WV

Notes for LYDA JEAN MURPHY:

Obituary in "Wheeling New Register", Sept. 9, 1981:

WAYT, Lyda Jean, 53, of 2206 Fourth St., Moundsville, died Monday in
Reynolds Memorial Hospital. She was a member of the Moundsville Baptist
Church. She was preceded in death by her husband, Gerald Wayt in 1981.
Surviving are her parents, Robert and Martha McConnell Murphy of
Moundsville; a son, Robert R. Woodburn of Proctor, W.Va.; a daughter, Mrs.
Hestle (Loretta) Riggle of Glen Dale; a step-daughter, Mrs. William
(Judaleen) Cullum of Moundsville; two brothers, William G. Murphy of San
Jose, Calif., and Robert L. Murphy of Morgantown; a sister, Mrs, Garry
(Patty) Berisford of Moundsville; six grandchilden. Friends received at the
Grisell Funeral Home, 400 Jefferson Ave., Moundsville, where services were
held at 4 p.m. Wednesday. Interment in Riverview Cemetery, Moundsville.

More About LYDA JEAN MURPHY:

Burial: Riverview Cemetery, Moundsville, WV

v. WALTER WAYNE WAYT, b. December 03, 1921.

Notes for WALTER WAYNE WAYT:

Residence "of Warren, Ohio" in father's obituary.

6. ORVILLE6 WAYT (OLIVER MILROY5, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2,
UNKNOWN1) was born July 14, 1904, and died 1977. He married MARY GUNTO. She
was born 1905, and died 1963.

Notes for ORVILLE WAYT:

Buried Mt. Rose Cemetery, Marshall County, WV

1930 census Marshall County, Washington District: #167/179 Orville Wayt, age
25, born WV, father born WV, mother born WV, married at age 19, laborer in
glass house; wife, Mary, age 24, born WV, father born Czechoslovakia, mother
born Czechoslovakia, married at age 18; son, John, age 5; daughter, Anna,
age 4.

More About ORVILLE WAYT:

Burial: Mt. Rose Cemetery, Moundsville, Marshall County, WV

Children of ORVILLE WAYT and MARY GUNTO are:

i. JOHN7 WAYT, b. 1925; m. BETTY C.; b. 1927.

Notes for JOHN WAYT:

Name believed to be John Orville.

Notes for BETTY C.:

Name taken from stone at Riverview Cemetery.

ii. ANNA WAYT, b. September 18, 1925; d. February 17, 1996; m. UNKNOWN EDDY.

More About ANNA WAYT:

Burial: Mt. Rose Cemetery, Moundsville, Marshall County, WV

Generation No. 3

7. ALBERT CARL7 MC ILVAIN (EMILY JANE6 WAYT, OLIVER MILROY5, BENJAMIN
FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2, UNKNOWN1) was born 1907 in Marshall County, VA,
and died December 29, 1986. He married VIRGINIA ELIZABETH BALL 1930.

Notes for ALBERT CARL MC ILVAIN:

Obituary: McIlvain, Albert Carl, 79, of Nauvoo Ridge, Glen Easton, died
Monday in Reynolds Memorial Hospital. He was a retired teacher of the
Marshall County schools, having taught for 37 years. He was a member of
Simpson United Methodist Church. Surviving are his wife, Virginia Ball
McIlvain; a son, Jack Carl of Franklin, Pa.; three daughters, Mrs. David
(Jane) Kelley of Anderson, S.C., Mrs. David (Carol) Whipkey and Mrs. James
(Susan) Parker both of Moundsville; a brother, Dr. William E. McIlvain of
Huntington, W.Va; nine grandchildren. Friends received at Grisell Funeral
Home, 400 Jefferson Ave., Moundsville, 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Tuesday.
Arrangements are incomplete.

Another death notice lists interment in Nauvoo Cemetery, Marshall County.


Children of ALBERT MC ILVAIN and VIRGINIA BALL are:

i. JACK CARL8 MC ILVAIN, b. 1933.

Notes for JACK CARL MC ILVAIN:

Residence Franklin, Pennsylvania.

ii. ELIZABETH JANE MC ILVAIN, b. 1936; m. DAVID KELLY.

Notes for ELIZABETH JANE MC ILVAIN:

Residence Anderson, South Carolina.

iii. CAROL JEAN MC ILVAIN, b. 1937; m. DAVID WHIPKEY.

Notes for CAROL JEAN MC ILVAIN:

Residence Moundsville, WV.

iv. VIRGINIA SUSAN MC ILVAIN, b. 1945; m. JAMES PARKER.

Notes for VIRGINIA SUSAN MC ILVAIN:

Residence Moundsville, WV.

8. RALPH7 WAYT (LEE6, OLIVER MILROY5, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN4, JOSEPH3, ANDREW2,
UNKNOWN1) was born February 15, 1922. He married HANNAH FLORANCE DOTY.

Notes for RALPH WAYT:

Information copied from genealogy.com: Ralph was married three times, Hannah
was his second marriage. Ralph had one other child who died about 3 months
before John was born. She was about 21 at the time and was mentally
retarded. She lived on the farm belonging to Ralph's parents and was raised
by them. She died by falling off the tractor Ralph's father was driving.
Ralph Wayt was from Moundsville, West Virginia and is now buried in Southern
Ohio in his 3rd wife's family plot. Ralph Wayt served in WWII and was in the
83rd Infantry. He basically crawled from Normandy to Germany. He
was wounded in Belgium. Ralph died in a Columbus, OH hospital in late 1998.
Ralph has one sister that I know of that lives in Moundsville, OH who is a
devote Jehovah Witness. Message posted by Helen Count-Wayt January 26, 2004.


Child of RALPH WAYT and HANNAH DOTY is:

i. JOHN LEE8 WAYT, b. June 12, 1964, Wheeling, Ohio County, (W) Virginia; m.
HELEN COUNT.



24 June 2004

Proof that the Patriot Act has taken away our 1st Amendment rights

After seeing the story on the news, I copied the story from here as proof:WPXI.com

Greenpeace Members Climb Smokestack In Protest

Protestors Face Trespassing Charges


MASONTOWN, Pa. -- Greenpeace activists climbed a 750-foot smokestack today at a coal plant to protest the Bush administration's energy policy. Police have surrounded the area.
Four Greenpeace activists climbed the smokestack at a coal-fired power plant Wednesday morning to secure a banner in protest of President Bush's energy policy.

The protesters climbed the 750-foot smokestack at the Hatfield's Ferry Power Station and unfurled a 2,500-square-foot banner, said Nancy Hwa, a Greenpeace spokeswoman.

"The Hatfield's Ferry Power Station is a symbol and an example of the Bush administration's dirty energy policy, which consistently favors polluting fossil fuel over clean every sources, such as wind and solar," the group said in a news release. "The Bush administration has systematically weakened clean air laws, placing the health of Americans and of the environment at risk."

The Hatfield's plant, owned by Allegheny Energy, is about 40 miles south of Pittsburgh.

"Our main concern right now is the safety of the people up on the stack. Obviously they are trespassing but we want to get them down safely," said Guy Fletcher, an Allegheny Energy spokesman.

Channel 11 talked with demonstrator Lynn Stone, of Greenpeace, via cell phone while she was on the tower.

She said she is a professionally-trained climber, and despite the risk, the extreme measures her organization took today were worth it.

Channel 11's Alan Jennings asked, "Would you not agree with me that this is an incredibly dangerous demonstration on your part?"
Stone said, "I'm sorry, I can't agree with that because I'm up here. I'm (a) professionally-trained climber and I feel completely safe and I feel that, yes, it is a big message."

Stone said she knows she will be arrested when she comes down. But she accepts that, because the laws she broke did not endanger the lives of anyone else.


Last night on the news, it showed that the FBI was there calling the protesters "terrorists", and even our U.S. Attorney Ashcroft is looking into charging them with Federal charges. Right now they are in jail with 4 charges each, 3 of them felonies. I was afraid they would use the Patriot Act to take away our 1st Amendment rights, and unfortunately, I was correct.

Happy Midsummer

I got this from care2.com:

The History of Midsummer

Once dedicated to the Norse fertility goddess Freya, dating back to the 5th century, the longest day of the year is today celebrated on the weekend closest to June 24, St. John the Baptist’s Day. Throughout Sweden, families and friends gather to decorate the maypole with birch leaves and wildflowers, make flower crowns for women and girls, dance around the maypole, sing summer songs and feast on pickled herring, new potatoes, strawberries and aquavit.

According to an ancient rite, sunrise or sundown on Midsummer’s Day is an auspicious time to gather together a magical bouquet consisting of seven different flowers. You have to pick the flowers naked, alone and under silence. By “sleeping on the bouquet” (inside or underneath the pillow), boys and girls will then receive dreams about their future mate.

Today, Witches and Pagans also celebrate Midsummer as a time rife with divinations, healing rituals, and the cutting of divining rods and wands. Witches and Pagans still believe the “Little People” exist in great numbers during this balance of light and dark. It is said that standing in a fairy ring will help you to see them, if they like you.

23 June 2004

I got this in email

I thought it was very interesting:

Dick Cheney's former company, Halliburton, was awarded a no-bid contract worth over $7 billion to help rebuild Iraq. The process for awarding this rare and lucrative contract was coordinated by Dick Cheney's own office in the White House. [Time, 5/30/04] Dick Cheney still receives deferred compensation from Halliburton, showing a lingering financial interest in the company. [Washington Post, 9/26/03; Richard B. Cheney Personal Financial Disclosure, May 15, 2002]

Despite the Cheney favoritism, Halliburton has shown little regard for American taxpayers -- from overcharging the military for gas to not delivering meals to troops. Halliburton is a symptom of a wider problem: a House committee found that at least $1 billion has been wasted in Iraq because of a lack of planning and poor oversight.


This is even more disturbing to me since I saw on the news today that they want to arrest all four Greenpeace protesters on federal charges for simply putting up a banner protesting Bushes stand on air polution. Very innocent and non-violent, yet the FBI is waiting for the protesters to come down from a smokestack to arrest him. Our government has gone insane.

Older than dirt

I got this from my dad:

OLDER THAN DIRT

Lightning Bugs / Older 'n Dirt!!

"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?"

"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."

"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of coloured plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favourite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favourite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.
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Older than dirt

I got this from my dad:

OLDER THAN DIRT

Lightning Bugs / Older 'n Dirt!!

"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?"

"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."

"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of coloured plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favourite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favourite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bus t a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?


MEMORIES from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something! I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to "sprinkle" clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.

How many do you remember?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.


Older Than Dirt Quiz: Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about! Ratings at the bottom.

1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with coloured sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!

=====
"Senility Prayer"...
God grant me...
The senility to forget the people I never liked
The good fortune to run into the ones that I do
And the eyesight to tell the difference."

22 June 2004

Family

Family definitely has a way of ruining an entire day and getting under my skin.

First of all, I have a sister almost 8 years younger than I am. I remember when she was born, changing her diapers, putting her to bed, reading to her, taking her to festivals. It is amazing that now when I let her into my heart, she can absolutely tear it apart. Hopefully, I will learn from this and never let her in again.

When she had her wedding, she did not invite me, but only phoned me to ask me what Mom & Dad were going to pay for in my wedding.

Then at my wedding, she declined the invitation. Fine. But then during the reception, she phoned my dad 3 times on his cell phone wanting to know when he was coming home. She lived with her own husband and two sons at this time.

Now to top it off...well I let you be the judge:

My sister emailed and asked me if I wanted to do a family reunion.

I replied that It was a great idea and we could do it together since she was much better at planning parties than I was.
My sister:
Do you want to wait till next summer then to start up a family reunion? or
did you want to do it in like August of this year?

Julie McNamara



To this I replied (sorry I do not save drafts, and the email I do have I retrieved from trash), It does not matter to me as long as it is open and everyone is welcomed.

Her reply:
Helen, anyone that is Blood Related one way or another is more than welcome
to come! or a child or spouse of a relative I'm talking about complete
strangers that have nothing to do with our family are not welcome! geez,
you're always so difficult you take things to literal. anyways I just
talked to Dad and Aunt Joyce and they think a " family reunion is a good
idea, There's a park in Hastings called Bob King Park and it's for everyone
and they both think it would be a good idea to have it there. I'll send the
Invites to Dad and Aunt Joyce to spread to everyone related like their
cousins etc, they can give them a " flyer" so they are aware of the Family
reunion and location and can come if they want. If you don't like the idea
I'm sorry and you don't have to take part of it, you didn't last time when
we had it so it's not like it would be much of a difference this time.
Helen I don't know what I ever did to you that was so bad that after all
these years you still carry this child hatred towards me but you really
need to get over it and grow up

Julie McNamara


Where in the world that came from, I have no idea.

So I replied:

What is with the attitude?

Maybe you should be the one looking in the mirror with this "child hatred"
thing and grow up yourself.

John has absolutely no "Ullom blood", yet he has gone to the Ullom family
reunions since he was a kid.

Why do I even try with you?

I give up.


Her reply:
Helen, I'm not trying to give you attitude but you act like such a little
kid example: well if it's not an open reunion I won't be involved" you
sound like a little kid trying to get your way I give up too I tried so
hard to be nice and get along with you , cause mom always cries about it,
and I thought to try and make you and John apart of my kids lives, but I
just realized it'll never work we can't even plan a reunion together, and
it wouldn't be healthy to subject my kids to that kind of atmosphere. It's
too bad too cause your missing out on some great nephews, but I'm done too.
Have a nice life

Julie McNamara


I definitely need to learn to quit letting her into my life. Huge mistake.

14 June 2004

A letter written to me on June 3, 2004 by Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum

He wrote:

Thank you for contacting me regarding the Western Hemisphere Institute of Security Cooperation at Fort Benning, Georgia. I appreciate hearing from you and having the benefit of your views.

The Institute, known originally as the School of the Americas, was founded in 1946 to promote civilian control over the armed forces in emerging Latin American democracies. The Institute's central purpose is to teach military officers that the role of the armed forces in a democracy is to safeguard the property, lives, and rights of its citizens. Training at the Institute is identical to instruction given to American soldiers, except that the courses are given in Spanish and include additional lessons emphasizing respect for civil authority, democratic values, and human rights. While critics charge that the Institute has had no positive effect on promoting democracy in Latin America, the fact remains that the number of military dictatorships in the region has dwindled from twenty in 1946 to only one today -- Fidel Castro's Cuba.

While the overwhelming majority of the Institute's graduates have gone on to make important contributions in bringing democracy to their native countries, some of the past graduates of the School of the Americas have been linked to secret military "death squads" in El Salvador and other nations. These individuals have perpetrated the murders of innocent civilians and undermined democratic elections. Military leaders who operate death squads are the antithesis of the mission that the Institute fosters, and these individuals, once identified, should be permanently barred from participation in any U.S. training and assistance program.

During consideration of S. 2549, the National Defense Authorization Act for Fiscal Year 2001, section 1204, a provision that would repeal the statute authorizing the continued operation of the School of the Americas. In its place, S. 2549 authorized the Secretary of the Defense to operate the Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation. The Institute was authorized to provide professional education and training to military, law enforcement and civilian personnel of the Western Hemisphere in areas such as leadership development, counter drug operations, peace support operations and disaster relief skills to members of Latin American military forces.

Section 1204 of this bill further requires a minimum of eight hours of instruction related to human rights, the rule of law, due process, civilian control of the military and the role of the military in a democratic society. In addition, this bill creates a board of visitors, composed of four members of Congress, six members from academia, the religious community and human rights groups, to review the Institute's curricula and instruction. Finally, section 1204 establish appropriate guidelines for the Institute and the educational focus for its students.

As you may be aware, Representative James McGovern of Massachusetts has introduced H.R. 1258, a bill that calls for the closing of the Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation. In addition, this bill would also prohibit any training or education facility from being established with in the Department of Defense for Latin American military personnel for ten months.

As I am not a member of the House, I will not have an opportunity to vote on the bill in its current form. Should H.R. 1258 be approved by the House and presented to the full Senate for consideration, I will be sure to keep your views in mind.

Thank you again for sharing your concerns with me. If I can be of further assistance, please do not hesitate to contact me again.

Sincerely,

Rick Santorum
United States Senate

13 June 2004

Why God Created Children

My dad emailed this to me today. I think he was trying to tell me something.;-):

WHY GOD CREATED CHILDREN (AND IN THE PROCESS
GRANDCHILDREN)


To those of us who have children in our lives,
whether they are our own,
grandchildren, nieces, nephews, or students...here
is something to make
you chuckle. Whenever your children are out of
control, you can take
comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence
did not extend to
His own children After creating heaven and earth,
God created Adam and
Eve. And the first thing he said was "DON'T!"

"Don't what?" Adam replied.

"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." God said.

"Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit? Hey
Eve..we have forbidden
fruit!!!!!"

"No Way!"

"Yes way!"

"Do NOT eat the fruit!" said God.

"Why"

"Because I am your Father and I said so!" God
replied, wondering why He
hadn't stopped creation after making the elephants.
A few minutes later,
God saw His children having an apple break and He
was ticked! "Didn't I
tell you not to eat the fruit?" God asked.

"Uh huh," Adam replied.

"Then why did you?" said the Father.

"I don't know," said Eve.

"She started it!" Adam said

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"DID NOT!"
Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment
was that Adam and
Eve should have children of their own. Thus the
pattern was set and it
has never changed.

BUT THERE IS REASSURANCE IN THE STORY! If you have
persistently and
lovingly tried to give children wisdom and they
haven't taken it, don't
be hard on yourself. If God had trouble raising
children, what makes you
think it would be a piece of cake for you?

THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!

1. You spend the first two years of their life
teaching them to walk and
talk. Then you spend the next sixteen telling them
to sit down and shut
up.

2. Grandchildren are God's reward for not killing
your own children.

3. Mothers of teens now know why some animals eat
their young.

4. Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they
usually repeat word for
word what you shouldn't have said.

5. The main purpose of holding children's parties is
to remind yourself
that there are children more awful than your own.

6. We childproofed our homes, but they are still
getting in.

ADVICE FOR THE DAY: Be nice to your kids. They will
choose your nursing home one day.

AND FINALLY:

IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF TENSION AND YOU GET A HEADACHE,
DO WHAT IT SAYS ON
THE ASPIRIN BOTTLE:


"TAKE TWO ASPIRIN" AND "KEEP AWAY FROM
CHILDREN"!!!!!

12 June 2004

Bush's Erratic Behavior Worries White House Aides

My husband printed out this article which I read. I was stunned. There is a quote from our president that uses foul language. I am going to change it using *. I changed the vowels in the quote to *. Hope you do not mind.:

From Capitol Hill Blue

Bush Leagues
Bush's Erratic Behavior Worries White House Aides
By DOUG THOMPSON
Publisher, Capitol Hill Blue
Jun 4, 2004, 06:15

President George W. Bush’s increasingly erratic behavior and wide mood swings has the halls of the West Wing buzzing lately as aides privately express growing concern over their leader’s state of mind.

In meetings with top aides and administration officials, the President goes from quoting the Bible in one breath to obscene tantrums against the media, Democrats and others that he classifies as “enemies of the state.”

Worried White House aides paint a portrait of a man on the edge, increasingly wary of those who disagree with him and paranoid of a public that no longer trusts his policies in Iraq or at home.

“It reminds me of the Nixon days,” says a longtime GOP political consultant with contacts in the White House. “Everybody is an enemy; everybody is out to get him. That’s the mood over there.”

In interviews with a number of White House staffers who were willing to talk off the record, a picture of an administration under siege has emerged, led by a man who declares his decisions to be “God’s will” and then tells aides to “f*ck *v*r” anyone they consider to be an opponent of the administration.

“We’re at war, there’s no doubt about it. What I don’t know anymore is just who the enemy might be,” says one troubled White House aide. “We seem to spend more time trying to destroy John Kerry than al Qaeda and our enemies list just keeps growing and growing.”

Aides say the President gets “hung up on minor details,” micromanaging to the extreme while ignoring the bigger picture. He will spend hours personally reviewing and approving every attack ad against his Democratic opponent and then kiss off a meeting on economic issues.

“This is what is killing us on Iraq,” one aide says. “We lost focus. The President got hung up on the weapons of mass destruction and an unproven link to al Qaeda. We could have found other justifiable reasons for the war but the President insisted the focus stay on those two, tenuous items.”

Aides who raise questions quickly find themselves shut out of access to the President or other top advisors. Among top officials, Bush’s inner circle is shrinking. Secretary of State Colin Powell has fallen out of favor because of his growing doubts about the administration’s war against Iraq.

The President's abrupt dismissal of CIA Directory George Tenet Wednesday night is, aides say, an example of how he works.

"Tenet wanted to quit last year but the President got his back up and wouldn't hear of it," says an aide. "That would have been the opportune time to make a change, not in the middle of an election campaign but when the director challenged the President during the meeting Wednesday, the President cut him off by saying 'that's it George. I cannot abide disloyalty. I want your resignation and I want it now."

Tenet was allowed to resign "voluntarily" and Bush informed his shocked staff of the decision Thursday morning. One aide says the President actually described the decision as "God's will."

God may also be the reason Attorney General John Ashcroft, the administration’s lightning rod because of his questionable actions that critics argue threatens freedoms granted by the Constitution, remains part of the power elite. West Wing staffers call Bush and Ashcroft “the Blues Brothers” because “they’re on a mission from God.”

“The Attorney General is tight with the President because of religion,” says one aide. “They both believe any action is justifiable in the name of God.”

But the President who says he rules at the behest of God can also tongue-lash those he perceives as disloyal, calling them “f*ck*ng *ssh*l*s” in front of other staff, berating one cabinet official in front of others and labeling anyone who disagrees with him “unpatriotic” or “anti-American.”

“The mood here is that we’re under siege, there’s no doubt about it,” says one troubled aide who admits he is looking for work elsewhere. “In this administration, you don’t have to wear a turban or speak Farsi to be an enemy of the United States. All you have to do is disagree with the President.”

The White House did not respond to requests for comment on the record.