Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
'Is it worth the waiting for, if we live till eighty-four, all we ever get is GRUEL.
Everyday we say a prayer, will they change the bill of fare, still we get the same old GRUEL.
There's not a crust, not a crumb can we find, can we beg, can we borrow or cadge. But there's
nothing to stop us from getting a thrill when we all close our eyes and imagine...
Food, glorious food..we're anxious to try it. Three banquets a day, our favorite diet!
Just picture a great big steak, fried roasted or stewed...oh! Food, wonderful food,
marvelous food, glorious food.'
Lionel Bart was 28 when he wrote the book, music and lyrics to OLIVER! based on the 1838 Charles
Dickens classic OLIVER TWIST.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I'm all for finding treasures..and finderskeeperslosersweepers, but it just seemed a little fishy that the Olympic's closing ceremony gift bag would contain a gardening kneeler...plus the stains were a turn off. I have to admit that I pulled the car up next to it and sat there with the door open looking at it and contemplating the possibilities for longer than I should have....and then left it at the curb.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I've never understood why men's bikes have the bar across them. Or why men haven't banded together to file a class
action lawsuit about the gotta-be results of stopping at a red light. I didn't show this guys grimacing face because that part I got...this part, I just do not.
Monday, June 16, 2008
'Every dog must have a soul, somewhere deep inside.
Where all his hurts and grievances, are buried with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad, the wrong way from the right.
And where his judgement carefully, is hidden from our sight.
A dog must have a secret place, where every thought abides.
A sort of close acquaintance that he trusts in and confides.
And when accused unjustly for himself, he cannot speak.
Rebuked, he finds within his soul the comfort he must seek.
He'll love tho he is unloved, and he'll serve tho' badly used,
and one kind word will wipe away the times when he's abused.
Altho his heart may break in two, his love will still be whole.
Because God gave to every dog, an understanding soul.'