Saturday, February 27, 2010

There is only one sin. . .

That is THEFT!
Every other sin is a variation of theft.
When you kill a man, you steal a life, you steal his wife's right to be a husband, rob his children of a father.
When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth.
When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.

from the book "The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hossenii

WOW! what a book. The Soviet invasion of Aghanistan sends Amir's family to the United States, but he returns there as an adult during the Taliban rule to atone for his sins to Hassan.
The Denver Post says The Kite Runner "ranks among the best-written and provocative stories of the year so far.'

I first read "the Thousand Splendid Suns" which depict the waves of pain and suffering millions undergo in each day, the value of their sacrifice and their hope! I loved it so much I thought that I would read this one and it was as equally exciting along with sadness.

The both sure make you think of the pain and suffering these people have endured.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Bill Cosby . . .

I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody!

3rd jacket

I love the way this jacket looks and feels.

Lining of my jacket.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Baby Monkeys


I have had 3 jackets tailored made and the price is unbelievable. It's so awesome to go in and have 3 men waiting on you. Showing you yards and yards of material. You finally pick out the material, get measured, go back for fittings and get a jacket in a week for less than you can go into Walmart and buy a jacket.

The first one I went into the tailor and he looked at the jacket and took my measurements. I had to come back in a week for the fitting. I haven't picked up this jacket yet, but I will post the picture when I get it.

The other 2 jackets all I did was leave the jacket that I wanted it to look like and this is the 2 jackets that I got a week later.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Friend Is Like A Good Bra.....

Hard to Find...
Comfortable ...
Always Lifts You Up...
Never Lets You Down, or Leaves You Hanging,
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
Share with anyone who needs a good laugh!

The Ladies Room

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied…

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch.

It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."

In this position your aging, toneless (gosh I should have gone to the gym!!!) thigh muscles begin to shake… You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance".
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That will have to do. You crumple it in thepuffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.

The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.

You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seatbecause YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottomnever touched a public toilet seat because, “frankly,dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get".

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat… You're e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.

You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors so… you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this".

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom.

Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" ................

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door!

Send this to all women that understand what bonding in the bathroom is all about!

Monday, February 15, 2010

Valentine's Day

My 1 dozen Valentine Roses. They cost 200 rupees, that's $4.30174 USD.

We were at McDonald's on Valentine's day and Bob said "That looks like Brady!" So I had to take the picture and share.

So What do you THINK, does he look Brady?

Friday, February 12, 2010

A Thousand Splendid Suns

What a book! A lifetime captured in 365 pages!
It captures glimpses of Afghanistan from the perspective of two women. The sense of desolation, abandonment and pain which binds the two central characters Mariam and Laila.

But ultimately the story is about two mothers. To love is to suffer and who loves more wholesomely, more unconditionally and more undeservingly than a mother loves her child! So, they also suffer the most. But all their suffering finds a meaning if it results in a better future for their children.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


Life is too short. You have to learn to live and have no regrets.

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the

intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved

body, but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand -

strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn

out and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!"

Strangers . . . .

.. are just family you have yet to come to know.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

February 2010

Time is a wonderful thing. The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Weather in India

The temperature is supposed to get up to 89 degrees today. Sunshine and beautiful weather. It's going to be a GREAT day.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Oil Pulling

Everyday I learn something new. My friend that is living in Bahrain, posted on her blog about "oil pulling". I had to go and look it up on the web.

I always get so excited when I find something that I never knew before. I thought "threading" was weird, but I love to "threading" now. I go to the best in India "Dolly's" on 132 Ring Road.

Thanks Sherry! Since you recommended "oil pulling", I have got to try it.