Showing posts with label deep thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deep thoughts. Show all posts

11 January 2015

Pearls of Wisdom


Judith Martin, Miss Manners
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DEAR MISS MANNERS: How many strands of pearls is too many? I had always heard that a lady should never wear more than three at one time. Now I see so many starlets and even Michelle Obama wearing five or six or more. It still looks trashy to me. Have times changed?
GENTLE READER: Of course times have changed, but what do pearls care? With their innocent look, they don't have to obey the rules that restrict their flashier peers.
Miss Manners supposes it is technically possible to wear too many pearls. But five, seven or even nine strands (in a choker worn on a very long neck) have never been considered trashy.
Notice that the possibility of four, six or eight strands was not mentioned. That is because pearls do not lead a totally unrestricted existence. As Miss Manners' dear grandmother took care to teach her, "A lady does not wear an even number of strands of pearls."

03 September 2013

Reflections on Life

 
I was lying around, pondering the problems of the world, and I realized I don't really give a rat's pituti anymore:
 
.. If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.
 
.. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water, but is still fat.
 
.. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years, while
 
.. A tortoise doesn't run and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years.
 
And, you tell me to exercise?? I don't think so.
 
 
Just grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked, the good fortune to remember the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference. Now that I'm older here's what I've discovered:
 
1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
 
2. My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all-bran.
 
3. I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling apart.
 
4. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.
 
5. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.
 
6. If all is not lost, then where the heck is it?
 
7. It was a whole lot easier to get older, than to get wiser.
 
8. Some days, you're the top dog; some days you're the hydrant.
 
9. I wish the buck really did stop here; I sure could use a few of them.
 
10. Kids in the back seat cause accidents.
 
11. Accidents in the back seat cause kids.
 
12. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
 
13. The world only beats a path to your door when you're in the bathroom.
 
14. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he'd have put them on my knees.
 
15. When I'm finally holding all the right cards, everyone wants to play chess.
 
16. It's not hard to meet expenses . . . they're everywhere.
 
17. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
 
18. These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter . . . I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I'm "here after".
19. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.
 
20. HAVE I SENT THIS MESSAGE TO YOU BEFORE..........??????
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

21 July 2013

Comfort from Mom

One of my sisters forwarded this to me tonight. My mom (deceased since 1998) had sent it to comfort her many years ago. Perfect! Words straight from heaven and mom.
 
Sit still, my daughter! Just sit quietly still!
Nor deem these days---these waiting days---as ill!
The One who loves thee best, who plans thy way,
Hath not forgotten thy great need today!
And, if He waits, 'tis sure He waits to prove
To thee, His tender Child, His heart's deep love.
 
Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
Thou longest much to know thy dear Lord's will!
While anxious thoughts would almost steal their way
Corrodingly within, because of his delay---
Persuade thyself in simple faith to rest
That He, who knows and loves, will do the best.
 
Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
Nor move one step, not even one, until
His way hath opened. Then, ah then, how sweet!
-J.Danson Smith-
 

15 July 2013

Following is Not Always Stalking

 
O.K. I'll admit it. Instagram has gotten its hooks into me. I was first attracted because a few of my favorite bloggers have migrated, almost entirely, from blogging to Instagram. I've missed them.
 
I do despair over the cropped-square requirements. Not everything fits into a box. In life, and for sure in Instagram.
 
For example:
 
 
So far, here are the filters I'm employing for following and blocking.
Following:
  1. I already follow her/his blog
  2. They like me; their own Instagram feed is both public and not scary*
  3. They follow me; *(see above)
  4. I follow a link; *(see above)
  5. High quality and interesting photos *(see above)
Blocking:
  1. Potential stalkers
  2. Potential pedifiles
  3. On a national registry
  4. Feed has too many "selfies" (pictures she's/he's taken of himself/herself
  5. Foul language-symbols-photos
  6. Pig farmers in Russia. Oh wait! I am following him.