Showing posts with label new year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new year. Show all posts

Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year!


May New Year's Eve find you seated around the table, together with your beloved family and cherished friends. May you find the food better, the environment quieter, the cost much cheaper, and the pleasure more fulfilling than anything else you might ordinarily do that night.
May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them. May someone love you enough to forgive your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues.
May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parent, your siblings; but not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your hairdresser or your tennis instructor.
And may we live in a world at peace and with the awareness of God's love in every sunset, every flower's unfolding petals, every baby's smile, every lover's kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart.

Happy New Year, y'all!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Run For Your Life!


It happened right on my street, on New Year's Eve... my neighbors started to light up the fireworks about half an hour before the midnight, and everything was just fine til one of those multi-popping thing went in a wrong direction, actually spreading all over on that area, including one that popped right on a wall of his house. As you can see, I witnessed the event!

Today's joke:

An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he calls for his grandson to approach the bed, "Lissin a me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome-plated .38-caliber revolver so you will always remember me."
The grandson smiles weakly and replies, "But Grandpa, I really doana lika guns. Howzabout you leava me you ROLEX watch instead?"
Gasping for air, the old man answers with a snarl in his voice, "Shuddup an lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business. You gonna have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a biga home, and maybe a couple of bambinos."
After a slight pause to catch his breath he continues, "Somma day you gonna comma home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. Whadda you gonna do then...pointa to your watch and say 'Time's up?'"