How about a laugh, (hopefully)

Hi kamama94,
Good to see you back! And fun to read your jokes!

If you wear a beret, are you French dressing?

Hi Scott and Frances,
You are cracking me up! Dry as the desert.
Nails in a jar--- GROSS!

Hi lyndac1027,

Mother Cabrini ??? How in the world did she get associated with parking spaces, I wonder?

I went to Cabrini College and never once heard that rhyme.

Ahhh, Catholic school-- a font of faith, humor, and torture (sometimes)!

Hey, everyone!

How about a big cheer for Jake/Leonard who started this conversation topic? It's at 286 pages!!

Jake, I save this topic for my last read. It's my special treat! It's my reward when I complete a task! It cheers me up when I am blue! I feel like I have friends here, too!

THANK YOU!

I also attended Catholic School as did my daughter and her friend, who made this little ditty up! It rhymes! LOL!

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
Nietzsche

Nothing spoils a good story more than the arrival an eye witness
Mark Twain

Speaking of nail clippings, I was at my friend's apartment this evening and noticed all these nail clippings on the floor next to the chair that she spilled Ensure on over a month ago, which has hardened into a sticky, smelly mess, and asked her, "do you really clip your nails and let them drop to the floor, that is gross." Response, "well, I guess I did because they sure don't belong to my cat." Yes, I am cleaning her apartment tomorrow as a holiday gift. And, the chair will be taken to the dumpster.

Thank you for the jokes.........it has taken my mind off a lot of issues that come into my life lately. I need to think outside the window and see the new light.......thanks

I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

Eugenio Montale

I hope everyone is having a better day than I. You must believe me when I say I hate to complain, but I just have to tell this story, which has made me think about something I read yesterday about how those in India sometimes starve themselves to death in an effort to hasten the same, thus relieving the pain of dying.

I ordered something last night from Amazon that was to be delivered this morning. The driver leaves a message that she cannot get inside the main gate and she is going to leave my package hidden outside the gate, and that a picture of its location would be provided. Also, " I will not be paid for the hour drive time if I have to come back and retrieve the package." No picture, no package. Amazon Assistant says it will now be delivered Monday, fine.

Since I am now near the office where my mailbox is located, and where I also knew more packages had been delivered, I tried to open my mailbox, but it is too full and is jammed. I go outside and try to talk to the woman in the office, who everyone hates because she is rude and a general annoyance, "Well, perhaps if you came to collect your mail more often, this would not happen now, would it?" I explain that because of my poor health, which she is fully aware of, I often do not walk to the office to collect my mail. It had only been a couple of days since I last went. "Ohhh, I am soooooooooo sorry", at which point I asked her where her empathy and compassion were, of which she did not respond. Back and forth, and I ended up telling her I actually try to avoid the mailroom on Saturdays when she is working because she crazier than a pet loon, As I was walking back to my apartment, I could hear her inside the office saying in a very snide manner, "Oh, where is your compassion etc" while squealing in delight because she knew that she had pressed my buttons. And boy did she. I am not sure I have been so angry or upset like I was this morning.
I have complained about this person in the past, a known nutcase who everyone is afraid of, however I am not afraid to complain and came back to my apartment and prepared a letter to the manager about what had just happen, and that I am now feeling harassed by this person. I will deliver the letter on Monday.

I am so tired of being sick, I cannot even explain it fully. So when I read that article about the practice done in India, I thought, "Okay, maybe this is an answer to my dilemma." No, I probably will not starve myself anymore than I am starving myself now, as I pretty much have to force feed myself because whatever obscure disease I have causes no appetite. I have been reading an article in the New Yorker about Joyce Carol Oates in which she discussed anorexia. "The appeal of anorexia is no mystery. It is a way of eluding people who pursue so closely, a way of channeling off energy in other directions." Ms, Oates has always been thin and often "starves herself into submission. " Not to punish the body but simply to exert one's will. She uses her thinness to become invisible, which is how I kind of feel, invisible. Invisible and broken hearted because so many still have no sense of compassion. I ask for very little, really. I am a giver. But today after that altercation over my mailbox key, I really did give serious thought about the starvation ritual. Too bad my psychologist has gone AWOL. LOL,

What is the scariest ballet ever written?

The Nutkraken!