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Shake, Rattle & Roll Fun Ride
Riders feel like they are flying as they whirl, twirl and spin on this twisting, rotating fun ride. It was fun all right, but it's not my favorite. It was my first and last, hahaha. Anyways just look at these split-second shots and enjoy the ride.
This was such a terrible ride. I had mixed emotion with it.
My son Blue Belted Deu and his Black Belted Japanese Opponent after the fight.
And I am so proud of my son 
Here is the video of the fight … Enjoy!
See this video and be inspired!
Don’t you cry now but have that big girn or smile in your face and be thankful everyday.
So let’s grab our coffee or tea and drink it up. Enjoy!
Source: 
Dorado led his blind owner to safety from the 71st story of the North Tower on 9/11.
Now these guys are learning to help do the same thing!
Lady the dog and her owner 81-year-old Nicholas went missing one day and a week later they were found. Nicholas had died of heart failure, but Lady had stayed by his side until they were found.
Navy seal Jon Tumilson died in Afghanastan. At the memorial service for him his Labrador retriever, Hawkeye, layed next to him the entire time.
This dog was the sole surviving member of a Japanese family. The dog still does not leave the gravesite of his owner, neighbors bring him food and water.
Every day at six o’clock this dog goes by himself to the grave of his owner and stays there all night. He’s been doing it since his death, 6 years ago.
Today’s Cafe Siesta is to inspire each and everyone of us… So I like us to revisit one of my favorite posts last year… Have Courage And Be Inspired!
Because…
click to see video here: http://www.facebook.com/v/319840171404276
You Can Do It… Keep Adjusting To Needs And Never, Ever Quit!
mmwahhh!
Last night V called me via Skype to show me that Paris is still snowing… Here are some snap shots that I took using my window’s “snipping tools” while he was showing me the heavy snow along the road in Paris…
And here are the photo shots V took by his iPhone that he later sent me in my mail:
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One of my colleagues who happens to be my best friend here is a Syrian. I went to visit his Dental Office to give him some sweet and he broke me the news that his University was bombed by their Government Military and around 100 students died. Click here.
I asked about how his parents are coping with their day to day living, because the last time I talked to his mom was like 3 years ago and Syria was still peaceful back then.
He said that they already lost their family house and everything in there were all stolen and now his parents moved to his house. His parents and siblings are all there. He tried to get them and bring them here but unfortunately the Government here had stopped issuing visa for the Syrian people. He said they do not have electricity, plus it’s winter too, so his father now of 85 years old is sick. I asked him if there is a way for them to come out from Syria and go to nearby countries. He said there is no more airport in Syria and if they will go to Turkey, the refugee camp there is not so accommodating and people are mistreated. So his parents decided to just stay in his house to live and if they die or got bombed or killed then they die. They just leave it to God’s mercy.
I just found myself in tears. How there are people who wish to harm other people only to gain power.
My heart goes to Syrian people and I hope and pray that they will soon be free.
I visited Syria last 2005, and it was really a beautiful country. Photos below were taken in Aleppo Citadel. October, 2005.
And today their own people destroyed their own country. It’s really sad 
Is there anything we can do about it? Well personally I do not really know how but the only thing I know for sure that I could do is to offer my prayers for them.
I would like to end this post with this country song by Ricky Skaggs. Enjoy!
As we all know Toothsome, she always like us to end our days with a smile
For those of you old enough to remember Red Skelton, I think you will enjoy today’s Manic Monday. For those of you not old enough you will see what you missed. Either way, his humor was always clean and he was a great entertainer. A re-run of great ‘one liner’s’ from the man who was known for his clean humor. I hope you get a chuckle or two reading them once more.
FOR THE PERFECT MARRIAGE
Red Skelton 1913-1997
1.
Two times a week we go to a nice restaurant, have a
little beverage, good food and companionship.
She goes on Tuesdays, I go on Fridays.
2.
We also sleep in separate beds.
Hers is in California, and mine is in Texas.
3.
I take my wife everywhere,
but she keeps finding her way back.
4.
I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary.
“Somewhere I haven’t been in a long time!” she said.
So I suggested the kitchen.
5.
We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.
6.
She has an electric blender, electric
toaster and electric bread maker.
She said “There are too many gadgets, and no place
to sit down!” So I bought her an electric chair.
7.
My wife told me the car wasn’t running well
because there was water in the carburetor.
I asked where the car was. She told me, “In the lake.”
8.
She got a mud pack and looked great for two days.
Then the mud fell off.
9.
She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, “Am I too late
for the garbage?” The driver said, “No, jump in!”.
10.
Remember: Marriage is the number one cause of divorce.
11.
I married Miss Right. I just didn’t know her
first name was ‘Always’.
12.
I haven’t spoken to my wife in 18 months.
I don’t like to interrupt her.
13.
The last fight was my fault though.
My wife asked, “What’s on the TV?”
I said, “Dust!”.
To those of you who have known this man and watched his T.V. shows, can’t
you just hear him say all of these?
These were the good old days when humor didn’t have to start
with a four letter word.
I love it even though I just read all about him from a mail that I received from a friend.
It
was just clean and simple fun.
And my friend said that
he always ended his programs with the words,
“And May God Bless”
with
a big smile on his face.
I love you guys! mmwahhh!
I know that you are enjoying your new self everyday. You grow more and more happy… feeling better, healthy and younger as days go by. Yes my dear old and sweet friend, you deserve all of these positive outlook in your life nowadays because I have never left you alone but have nourished you with all of my loving and caring… Live your life fully. I love you dearly!
Always,
Forever Youthful
P.S.
Toothsome loves you too! And you will never get bored with her
Well you could include Mac Giggles too in cheering you up… plus always have your friends in the blogging world around you!
I had a wonderful holiday with my kids… and a video will be post soon
Then I flew to Paris to spend New Year with my French Family. Papan and Maman picked me up in the Aiport.
On our way to home…
Oui! With Everybody and Happy!
5 days in Paris was wonderful and a bit cold too…
and now I’m back in blogging and it’s all good! Whoopi!
Stay tune with our regulars soon!
Manic Monday and many more…
I love you guys! mmwahhh!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
19,000 people fit into the new Barclays Center to see Jay-Z perform. This blog was viewed about 130,000 times in 2012. If it were a concert at the Barclays Center, it would take about 7 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Revisited:
By the age of eight, ginger-haired Dolly and her flaxen-haired friend Rosemary were old hands at life and privately giggled behind their hands at their parents. Not in a nasty way, just in the “oh, all right, then, Mummy” way that little girls and boys often do. Inseparable was what their parents all called the girls. On a bleak holiday afternoon with no school for days, Rosemary was away visiting her grandparents and Dolly found herself alone again in the house with one of the servants.
“Balvir, what are you doing?” Dolly asked, her curious, freckled nose poking over the counter as she stood watching the slim woman straining a white mixture through cheese cloth.
“I am making paneer,” Balvir said.
“I love paneer! Can I help?”
Dolly’s eager hands knocked the bowl over before Balvir could react. The clots of cheese dribbled down the counter onto the floor and Balvir’s cloth dangled from one hand. Dolly instantly shut her big, blue eyes and her shoulders automatically hunched up together, waiting… Balvir spoke quickly.
“Don’t worry, Dolly, we will make again, I need you help me.”
She smiled and Dolly relaxed into the warmth of the kitchen, the fragrances of goodness and safety that would wrap her in comfort long into the future.
Rosemary arrived home with gifts, full of stories of fun with her parents and grandparents, snowy sleigh rides, bells, hot cocoa, sparkling city lights on all the towers around Big Ben and an unexpected surprise for Dolly.
“So what did you do while I was away,” she asked, as soon as the two were settled in Rosemary’s frilly pink bedroom. Rosemary wore her new red velvet Christmas dress with shoes to match. Even the ribbons in her braided hair were exactly the same shade of red as the dress.
Dolly thought about this and brightened, “I made paneer with Balvir!”
“Oh, so what,” Rosemary said. “So you made cheese. Who cares about that, anybody can do that. What else did you do?”
Again, Dolly fell quiet.
“I love Balvir. She is the kindest person I know,” Dolly said, twirling one of her soft ginger curls around a finger like a corkscrew.
“Oh, bloody hell, she’s a servant and she is cinnamon skinned, why would you love her?” Rosemary asked.
Busy pulling her cache out to display for Dolly, she failed to notice Dolly had already moved to the door.
Dolly yanked the door open with one hand and turned to answer Rosemary who was now paying attention. At full attention, frozen with all her pretty gifts in her hands just the way Dolly would remember her forever.
“Balvir’s skin is REAL! And it’s not cheese, it’s PANEER, you idiot!”
Dolly ran all the way home before she realized that she still held the gift she’d meant to give Rosemary in her hand. A handmade gift she had fashioned with Balvir’s help, a Christmas tree ornament they’d painted over with a map of the world, the land all gold, the waters all blue, the same beautiful lands and waters that separated Balvir from her family. Once inside her own bedroom, Dolly tore the tag off the gift and replaced it with a new, larger tag that read:
Happy Christmas to Balvir my beloved best friend. With love forever from Dolly.
Condense, condense, the teachers say
No room for murk or sticky egg yolks
Nor milky, opaque prose, just write
With one good squeeze of lemon, folks!
(c) November 23 2011 JAuroraMorealist
Continue reading this story to find out, how it was cooked with delight and fun by Author: JAuroraMorealist:
The ingredients:
1. I like to see some ginger kind of feeling in a story of a little girl with some touch of rosemary and cinnamon with a whisk of cheese all over.
2. how about some egg yolks with condense milk and a squeeze of sweet lemon in a poem?
Deadline: December 23, 2012
The Spirit of Christmas is here… Keep on blogging and stay happy!
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Thank You! xoxoHere are reflections of simpler times in America
that some of you will remember and others can
imagine.
Life is a journey… and this is one sentimental on that journey that will linger on your mind. Turn up your speakers to enjoy the music.
Please click below and send it to a friend or to your love ones…
LIFE ON THE TRAIN
And as always on our cafe siesta, grab your favorite cup of coffee as you hop in the train
Happy Week end To All!
I love you guys! mmmwahhh!
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