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March 10, 2012 at 4:10pm · Winnipeg, MB ·
It's old, but it's still a good funny
COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
COSTELLO: Thanks I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer. ABBOTT: Mac?
COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.
ABBOTT: Your computer?
COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.
ABBOTT: Mac? COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.
ABBOTT: What about Windows?
COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?
ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?
COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?
ABBOTT: Wallpaper.
COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.
ABBOTT: Software for Windows?
COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have?
ABBOTT: Office.
COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?
ABBOTT: I just did.
COSTELLO: You just did what?
ABBOTT: Recommend something.
COSTELLO: You recommended something?
ABBOTT: Yes.
COSTELLO: For my office?
ABBOTT: Yes.
COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?
ABBOTT: Office.
COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!
ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.
COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?
ABBOTT: Word.
COSTELLO: What word?
ABBOTT: Word in Office.
COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.
ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.
COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?
ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue 'W'.
COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue 'w' if you don't start with some straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?
ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.
COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?
ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.
COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?
ABBOTT: One copy.
COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?
ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.
COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?
ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT! (A few days later)
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?
ABBOTT: Click on 'START'.............
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Saying Goodbye to Chance & Hello to Maysa
As some of you may not have known, we lost Chance early this autumn. She was 12yrs of age. She developed an inflamed disc, which caused her a lot of pain. She had a great life. She was happy & well cared for. We will miss her.
This was one of the last photos that was taken of her.
We miss this goofy face.
The day that Chance crossed over the Rainbow Bridge, we received a phone call from the guy at the shelter, where Chance was born. He had said that he had a girl for us. We waited a week to meet this girl. Well, she is now part of our family. She’ll never replace Chance, but she does fill the emptiness that was left.
So, meet Maysa. She’s 2 1/2 yrs old. She’s special too, like Chance. She was born with a curve in her spine. She has several discs that are fused together, right from birth. She is sweet & very loving. Oh, and spoiled already.
Maysa
This is one of the first pictures that was taken of her. It is from the first day, on her ride to her new home.
As you can tell, she’s settled in quite nicely. The couches are hers & she loves all the toys.
This last photo really shows her back.
So thank you for saying good-bye to Chance with me & welcoming Maysa.
Maysa says come back again soon to say hi.
Remembrance Day Blog–repost
Today, here in Canada is Remembrance Day. This is the day that we honour our veterans from World War I, World War II, The Korean War.
In the town where I live, there were 16 young men who gave up their lives, so that we may be free. Each year, during our Remembrance Day Services, we honour them, by placing a poppy on a cross, as each of their names is called out one by one.
Scripture is read, poems are read. A Remembrance Day message is given. All this is done, so that the price of freedom is not forgotten.Our National anthem is sung, Last Post is played. There is a 2 minute silence. Reveille is played. An act of Remembrance is recited.
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them”
“We will remember them” being said by all.
Wreaths are laid, one by one. Starting with the Government of Canada down to anybody who would like to lay a wreath for anybody else that you wish to remember on this day.
The Queen’s anthem is then sung. “God Save the Queen”
I am a member of The Royal Canadian Legion. It’s an organization that was made up of veterans for veterans. I volunteer my time to go to meetings, set up for the Remembrance Day service, deliver poppies to the community.
I am honoured to know a few veterans, who are still with us & live in the area. They come to the services wearing their medals with honour. If you ask them what they are, they will proudly tell you.
So, today on 11th hour, the 11th day of the 11th month; please take a few minutes of silence to remember those who have fought for our country, so that you may be free today.
In Flanders Fields
The World’s Most Famous WAR MEMORIAL POEM
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
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Monday, December 24, 2012
Merry Christmas everyone
Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
