Which Celebrity Is Your Pet? My Sadie Is Madonna!

Wow, your dog is Madonna!

Madonna
American Queen

Come on, let's just face it: We are living in a material world, and Sadie is a material girl. So go ahead and thank your lucky stars—Sadie is the one and only Madonna!

Always desperately seeking attention, Sadie is multi-talented and savvy, not afraid to get her paws dirty and experiment with new methods of getting into the groove in order to reach her peeps. She commands respect everywhere she goes, a sophisticated traveler who insists upon the best—and more often than not, she gets what she wants. Appearance is everything for your true-blue diva and while her look may change as often as the Pellegrino in her water bowl does, her commitment to exercise is unwavering. Sadie's in tip-top shape, which makes her age in pet years a non-issue. Despite the hard fur and the no-nonsense approach, she's a softy when it comes to her devoted owner. It's fair to say that Sadie is, yes, crazy for you.

See for yourself! The resemblance is uncanny, no? :D

Find the Man in the Coffee Beans

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This is bizarre -- after you find the guy -- it's so obvious. Once you find him -- it's embarrassing, and you think, Why didn't I see him immediately?

Doctors have concluded that if you find the man in the coffee beans in 3 seconds, the right half of your brain is better developed than most people. If you find the man between 3 seconds and 1 minute, the right half of the brain is developed normally. If you find the man between 1 minute 3 minutes, then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to eat more protein. If you have not found the man after 3 minutes, the advice is to look for more of this type of exercise to make that part of the brain stronger!

And, yes, the man is really there!

the above was received in an email today...

A bit of wisdom...from the back pew

A pastor's wife was expecting a baby, so he stood before the congregation and asked for a raise. After much discussion, they passed a rule that whenever the preacher's family expanded, so would his paycheck.

After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation decided to hold another meeting to discuss the preacher's expanding salary. A great deal of yelling and inner bickering ensued, as to how much the clergyman's additional children were costing the church, and how much more it could potentially cost.

After listening to them for about an hour, the pastor rose from his chair and spoke, "Children are a gift from God, and we will take as many gifts as He gives us."

Silence fell on the congregation.

In the back pew, a little old lady struggled to stand, and finally said in her frail voice, "Rain is also a gift from God, but when we get too much of it, we wear rubbers."

The entire congregation said, "Amen."

Is This Your Cat?

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I believe I have seen this *cat* several times. Ha ha

Gaming Grandma

Great detail--shawl, hairdo, earring, glasses, tongue peeking out signifying concentration, pink cup of tea on the console.... Brilliant! Kudos to whoever created this senior moment.

A Parent's Wish

The Wooden Bowl story in my last post is a good message/parable for children to consider as their parents age, a reminder that their day, too, will come. A Parent's Wish presents a similar message in a heartrending slideshow accompanied by the music of Josh Groban. A good friend sent me this today.

Watch, reflect, and share.

The Wooden Bowl

This has been emailed around for quite a while now, but it is such a good modern day parable to remember that I wanted to share it here. The insights at the conclusion of the story are also treasures. I've received this several times from several people. Read, reflect and share.

The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year -old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.


I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.


I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about . I just did.

The Y Generation

This one's for Old Horsetail Snake, in the beautiful state of Oregon, who enjoys posting wisecracks.

In its January 22, 2008 edition, the Quebec City newspaper, Le Soleil, had a topic about generations by age group.

Generations are grouped as follows:

- The Silent generation (aka The Greatest Generation), people born before 1945.

- The Baby Boomers, people born between 1945 and 1961.

- Generation X, people born between 1962 and 1976.

- Generation Y, people born between 1977 and 1989.


You ask why 'Y' ?.. .

A caricaturist explains it eloquently below...

No more deaths, please

Protect Seals

Top-grade seal pelts are fetching only $33 now. Hardly worth the risk to human life and limb, is it? Hopefully the price per pelt will continue to decline and the cruel, unnecessary seal hunts will finally come to an end.

No more deaths, sealers or seals, from seal hunts!

What Dog Breed Are You?

With Love From Beanie the Chicken

For further displays of Beanie the Chicken's talents click here. She sure can play the piano!

Our Animals: Australia

ABC TV's Our Animals



Crikey, how I love this educational site from the Australian Broadcasting Corporation!

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My Piggybank

My piggybank after I bought gas this morning

(emailed from a wacky friend in Indiana)