BAIL ME OUT OK

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COUNTDOWN TO THE INAUGURATION

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MORE TO SAY

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BUSH'S BRAIN -- STILL AN EMPTY CHAIR

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HUFFINGTON POST HEADLINE

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Ted Stevens. . . his time has come and gone.

Now it's time for Norm Coleman Minnesota and Saxby Chambliss Georgia to go as well.

What a perfect election this would be.

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Still moving and sorting my stuff. Yesterday I bought a new HP Touch Screen PC. This guy is going to allow me to finally retire my old PC/XP which I've had for about 7-10 years now.

This guy is really slow and if you click on the image for a larger view you can see all the software I have on this system most of which I no longer use but I sure needed it at the time.

I'm anxious to start using my new computer to see what all it can do.



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BARACK ON YOU TUBE

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THE ELECTION CONTINUES

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THE BIG G20

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JUST A DOG OR ??? 2 OF 4

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I don't know if this story is true or not but it's such a heartwarming story I had to publish it here. Be sure you have a box of tissues handy. . . I'm serious this story really touched me.

The dog.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered. In vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article." I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the sh adows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.


DOGS RULE - YOU CAN SEE THE LOVE


THEY NEED YOUR HELP

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PRETTY GOOD JOKES

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BUMPER STICKERS FOR LIFE

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WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

JERRY FALWELL: The chicken crossed the road because it is gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. . I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like the other side.That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.


MY KIDS

My God I love dogs.

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BTW, what good is a picnic table if you can't lay on it?

Posted by thebscorner at November 19, 2008 05:16 AM