Things That Make You Go Hmmmmmmm

[2goofycampers]

WHY I LOVE MOM
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, 'I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed'

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches.
Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.
She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.

She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.

She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then washed her face brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, 'I thought you were going to bed.'

'I'm on my way,' she said.

She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.

She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework. She set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. 'I'm going to bed.'

And he did...without another thought.

Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...?

CAUSE WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL..... (and we can't die sooner, we still have things to do!!!!)



THEN, GO TO BED!

 

[2goofycampers]

This lady has changed her habit of how she lists her names on her mobile
phone after her handbag was stolen. Her handbag, which contained her cell
phone, credit card, wallet... etc...was stolen. 20 minutes later when she
called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby
says 'I received your text asking about our Pin number and I replied a
little while ago.'



When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money
was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone
to text 'hubby' in the contact list and got hold of the pin number. Within
20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account.



Moral of the lesson: Do not disclose the relationship between you and the
people in your contact list. Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby,
Sweetheart, Dad , Mom, etc..... And very importantly, when sensitive info
is being asked through texts, CONFIRM by calling back!!



Also, when you're being text by friends or family to meet them somewhere,
be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from the m. If you
don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet 'family and
friends' who text you.



Along with that if you have an entry called 'Home' with your actual home
phone number it's not too hard to do a reverse lookup on the number to
find the address. now the robber has your home number, keys, AND address.

 

[vick]

This lady has changed her habit of how she lists her names on her mobile
phone after her handbag was stolen. Her handbag, which contained her cell
phone, credit card, wallet... etc...was stolen. 20 minutes later when she
called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby
says 'I received your text asking about our Pin number and I replied a
little while ago.'



When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money
was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone
to text 'hubby' in the contact list and got hold of the pin number. Within
20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account.



Moral of the lesson: Do not disclose the relationship between you and the
people in your contact list. Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby,
Sweetheart, Dad , Mom, etc..... And very importantly, when sensitive info
is being asked through texts, CONFIRM by calling back!!



Also, when you're being text by friends or family to meet them somewhere,
be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from the m. If you
don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet 'family and
friends' who text you.



Along with that if you have an entry called 'Home' with your actual home
phone number it's not too hard to do a reverse lookup on the number to
find the address. now the robber has your home number, keys, AND address.

Wow. That's scary.

 

[2goofycampers]

Yes it's that magical time of year again when
the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us.


1. When his 38-caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a
hold-up in Long Beach , California , would-be robber James Elliot did something
that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger
again. This time it worked.

And now, the honorable mentions:

2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a
finger in a meat-cutting machine and, after a little shopping around, submitted
a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one
of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a
finger. The chef's claim was approved.

3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear
a space for his car during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to
find a woman had taken the space. Understandably, he shot her.

4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar,
a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be
transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his
incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting
there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital,
telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre
fantasies. The deception wasn't discovered for 3 days.

5. An American teenager was in the hospital
recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked
how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to
see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.

6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and
asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun
and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided.
The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the
counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer... $15. [If someone
points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?]

7. Seems an Arkansas guy wanted some beer pretty
badly. He decided that he'd just throw a cinder block through a liquor store
window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it
over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be
thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made
of Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape.

8. As a female shopper exited a New York
convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911
immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the
snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in
the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car
and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, "Yes,
officer, that's her. That's the lady I stole the purse from."

9. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that
a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti , Michigan , at 5 A.M., flashed a
gun, and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't
open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings,
the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated,
walked away. [*A 5-STAR STUPIDITY AWARD WINNER]

10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from
a motor home parked on a Seattle street, he got much more than he bargained
for. Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a
motor home near spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted
to trying to steal gasoline and plugged his siphon hose into the motor home's
sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges
saying that it was the best laugh he'd ever had.

In the interest of bettering mankind, please
share these with friends and family... unless of course one of these individuals
by chance is a distant relative or long-lost friend. In that case, be glad they
are distant and hope they remain lost.

*** Remember... They walk among us

 

[Tigger1966]

Did anyone read the new one SWATTING? Where they call in a fake 911 call from a internet phone service so there is no number and they give your address. There are also companies that for a small fee will pot what ever call back number you request for your phone.

 

[Tigger1966]

Did anyone read the new one SWATTING? Where they call in a fake 911 call from a internet phone service so there is no number and they give your address. There are also companies that for a small fee will pot what ever call back number you request for your phone.
http://tech.yahoo.com/news/ap/20090201/ap_on_hi_te/tec911_swatting

 

[Born 2 Fish]

I put this here for Deb.

Ya know...in all the years I've been going to FtW, I have never seen a raccoon. I've seen:

Roosters
Peacocks
Armadillos
Turkeys (both free ranging and wild in a bottle)
Bobcats
Deer
Lots & lots of rabbits
Even more squirrels
Owls
Hawks
Blue Jays
Cardinals
Red Headed Woodpeckers
Egrets
Herons
Ducks
Snakes
Ants
Mosquitos
Gnats
Sand Fleas
Vast numbers of campers drinking beer & driving golf carts
Otters
Gators (both in the water & the hopeless ones wandering around in t-shirts embellished with some cartoon character named Al)

But I cannot remember a single raccoon! Now that is something that makes me go Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

by des1954

 

[Born 2 Fish]

Groundhog day.
Hmmmmmmm, is that a day set aside for sausage ?

 

[BigDaddyRog]

Ive had my share of ground hog today...extra spicey cajun sausage patty sandwich for B'fast.....MmmMMmm Belch

 

[2goofycampers]

received this email yesterday:
>>
>> 'WARNING FROM POLICE
>>
>> THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN
>>
>> BEWARE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE--
> >
>> NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKINGS (NOT A JOKE)'
>>
>> Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating ....
>>
>> You walk across the parking lot,
>>
>> unlock your car and get inside.
>>
>> You start the engine and shift into Reverse.
>>
>> When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of your
>>
>> parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle
>>
>> of the rear window.
>>
>> So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors,
>>
>> and jump out of your car to remove that paper
>>
>> (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view.
>>
>> When you reach the back of your car,
>>
>> that is when the carjackers appear out
>>
>> of nowhere, jump int o your car and take off.
>>
>> They practically mow you do wn as they speed off in your car.
>>
>> And guess what, ladies?
>>
>> I bet your purse is still in the car.
>>
>> So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your
>>
>> money, and your keys.
>>
>> Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!
>>
>> BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.
>>
>> If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window,
>>
>> just drive away.
>>
>> Remove the paper later.
>>
>> And be thankful that you read this e-mail.
>>
>> I hope you will forward this to friends and family,
>>
>> especially to women.
>>
>> A purse contains all kinds of personal information
>>
>> and identification documents, and you certainly
>>
>> do NOT want this to fall into the wr ong hands..
>>
>> Please keep this going
>>
>> and tell all your friends ...............
>
>

 

[2goofycampers]

Subject: Cake Mixes = Toxin (IMPORTANT INFO)


A student at HBHS (high school) had pancakes this week and it almost became fatal. His Mom (registered nurse) made him pancakes, dropped him off at school and headed to play tennis. She never takes her cell phone on the court but did this time and her son called to say he was having trouble breathing. She told him to go to the nurse immediately and proceeded to call school and alert the nurse. The nurse called the paramedics and they were there in 3 minutes and worked on the boy all the way to the hospital. He came so close to dying. Evidently this is more common then I ever knew. Check the expiration dates on packages like pancakes and cake mixes that have yeast which over time develop spores. Apparently, the mold that forms in old mixes can be toxic! Throw away ALL OUTDATED pancake mix, Bisquick, brownie mixes etc you have in your home.

You can check this website....... http://www.snopes.com/medical/toxins/pancake.asp <http://www.snopes.com/medical/toxins/pancake.asp>

P. S. You might want to tell this to your children, grandchildren, nephews, nieces and anyone else who keeps these types of mixes in the cupboard.

 

[ntsammy5]

It's no wonder I don't like pancakes.

 

[2goofycampers]

Don't think that what you are doing doesn't matter..









The Cab Ride


So I walked to the
door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail,
elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across
the floor.






After a long
pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood
before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat
with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.






By her side was a
small nylon suitcase.. The apartment looked as if no one
had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.






There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the
counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with
photos and glassware.






Would you carry my
bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the
cab, then returned to assist the woman.






She took my arm
and we walked slowly toward the curb.





She kept thanking
me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just
try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.




'Oh, you're such a
good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me
an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through
downtown?'






'It's not the
shortest way,' I answered quickly.






'Oh, I don't
mind,' she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".





I looked in the
rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't
have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.






'What route would
you like me to take?' I asked.






For the next two
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the
building where she had once worked as an
elevator operator.






We drove through
the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when
they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a
furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where
she had gone dancing as a girl.




Sometimes she'd
ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner
and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.




As the first hint
of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm
tired. Let's go now'







We drove in
silence to the address she had given me.It was a low
building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway
that passed under a portico.






Two orderlies came
out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must
have been expecting her.







I opened the trunk
and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was
already seated in a wheelchair.






'How much do I owe
you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.






'Nothing,'
I said







'You have to make
a living,' she answered.






'There are other
passengers,' I responded.





Almost without
thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.







'You gave an old
woman a little moment of joy,' she said.







' Thank You.'




I squeezed her
hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind
me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.





I didn't pick up
any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in
thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who
was impatient to end his shift?





What if I had
refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?






On a quick review,
I don't think that I have done anything more important in
my life.






We're conditioned
to think that our lives revolve around great moments.





But great moments
often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others
may consider a small one.



PEOPLE MAY NOT
REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY
WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.














Life may not be the
party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well
dance.

 

[vick]

That's beautiful denise!

 

[Just Beachy]

That really puts things into perspective. Thank you for sharing that.

 

[Born 2 Fish]

Don't think that what you are doing doesn't matter..









The Cab Ride


So I walked to the
door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail,
elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across
the floor.






After a long
pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood
before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat
with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.






By her side was a
small nylon suitcase.. The apartment looked as if no one
had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.






There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the
counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with
photos and glassware.






Would you carry my
bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the
cab, then returned to assist the woman.






She took my arm
and we walked slowly toward the curb.





She kept thanking
me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just
try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.




'Oh, you're such a
good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me
an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through
downtown?'






'It's not the
shortest way,' I answered quickly.






'Oh, I don't
mind,' she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".





I looked in the
rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't
have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.






'What route would
you like me to take?' I asked.






For the next two
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the
building where she had once worked as an
elevator operator.






We drove through
the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when
they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a
furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where
she had gone dancing as a girl.




Sometimes she'd
ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner
and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.




As the first hint
of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm
tired. Let's go now'







We drove in
silence to the address she had given me.It was a low
building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway
that passed under a portico.






Two orderlies came
out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must
have been expecting her.







I opened the trunk
and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was
already seated in a wheelchair.






'How much do I owe
you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.






'Nothing,'
I said







'You have to make
a living,' she answered.






'There are other
passengers,' I responded.





Almost without
thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.







'You gave an old
woman a little moment of joy,' she said.







' Thank You.'




I squeezed her
hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind
me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.





I didn't pick up
any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in
thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who
was impatient to end his shift?





What if I had
refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?






On a quick review,
I don't think that I have done anything more important in
my life.






We're conditioned
to think that our lives revolve around great moments.





But great moments
often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others
may consider a small one.



PEOPLE MAY NOT
REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY
WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.














Life may not be the
party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well
dance.

I love you.

 

[ntsammy5]

 

[vick]

I love you.

That is so sweet Frank!

 

[2goofycampers]

That is so sweet Frank!

Hope he don't think that was me driving the cab.

 

[vick]

Hope he don't think that was me driving the cab.

He just loves you and is proud for us to know.