 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
One Sunday, a cowboy went to church. When he entered, he saw that he and the preacher were the only ones present. The preacher asked the cowboy if he wanted him to go ahead and preach.
The cowboy said, "I'm not too smart, but if I went to feed my cattle and only one showed up, I'd feed him."
So the minister began his sermon.
One hour passed, then two hours, then two-and-a-half hours. The preacher finally finished and came down to ask the cowboy how he had liked the sermon.
The cowboy answered slowly, "Well, I'm not very smart, but if I went to feed my cattle and only one showed up, I sure wouldn't feed him all the hay."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
![[Post New]](/templates/wanda/images/icon_minipost_new.gif) by Kat65 on Nov 8, 09 11:50 AM
|
Is it over yet? If not, here's one of my favorites...
Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, -- no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances, -- master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
![[Post New]](/templates/wanda/images/icon_minipost_new.gif) by spyque on Nov 8, 09 11:51 AM
|
I am the Queen Higness, sitting with a yellow paper crown taped to my forehead and a 5-year old sitting on my lap coloring a picture of a pegasus for me with her green crayon. She has decided that I am the Queen Higness, but my reign is short-lived for she soon decides it's HER turn to 'wear' the crown. Her crown comes with sunglasses. The old crown is folded and shoved in my shirt pocket, along with the pictures she drew for me on post it notes. The Queen decides it's time for potato chips and cries out to her grandma. I must be the throne to the Queen.
Long live the Queen.
|
|
|
|
| |