Sunday, January 24, 2010
WHO DAT?
New Orleanian Catherine Bernos, 85, center, was so inspired to dance with Mack 'Mack the Quack' Cuenca that she left her stroller, left, as she and other fans met him Halo Saint, Voodoo Man, and other diehard Saint's fans at Door's Pub and Pizza on Maple Street in New Orleans on Saturday, January 23, 2010.
TODAY: New Orleans Saints v. Minnesota Vikings in the NFL championship game.
WHO DAT? WHO DAT SAY DEY GONNA BEAT DEM SAINTS?
From NOLA.com.
STORY OF THE DAY
I have heard some beautiful notes in my
life, she said, but they were nothing
without the rest of the music, too.
From StoryPeople>
life, she said, but they were nothing
without the rest of the music, too.
From StoryPeople>
Saturday, January 23, 2010
A HEALTH CARE "SOB-STORY"
From a long-time reader at TPM:
Like everyone I have a sob-story to tell about health care. After telling it to countless liberals who oppose the Senate's health-care reform bill, I still haven't heard a good answer from them about why they can't support the Senate bill. They usually stop talking, or try to change the subject.
Maybe Raul Grijalva or Barney Frank or Anthony Weiner or Jerry Nadler have wrestled with this problem and I haven't seen it. Have you seen anything from them about this?
My story: My father is dying of Huntington's disease. Before he dies in 8 to 10 years, he will need anti-depressants, anti-psychotics and drugs that fight dementia and his tremors and convulsions. He'll need multiple brain scans and physical therapy sessions.
Current medical treatments can't save him, but they will give him a few more years before the slow death strips him of his memories, personality and control of his body.
There's a 50 percent chance the same slow motion death awaits me and each of my three siblings. If I ever lose my job I'll become uninsurable, permanently. My sister already lost her insurance.
That means whatever treatment is developed for Huntington's will be unavailable to us. There's simply no way we could afford it. Not only high tech gene therapies or other interventions, but the medications and treatments that exist now that would buy us enough time to see our kids' graduations or weddings, and would give them hope of not suffering their grandfather's fate.
There's a bill that would mean we'd never be rejected for health insurance or have it canceled. Health insurance that could ease our final years, or maybe even save us.
But liberals are refusing to support it....
Read the rest of the "Sob-Story" at the link.
I expect that few people wanted the public option more than I. My choice for a plan within the realm of possibility is a Medicare-for-all-who-want-it health care bill. Those who are happy with their present insurance may keep it. Whoever wants to join Medicare can pay and receive their health insurance through Medicare. It appears this is not to be.
However, the members of the House of Representatives can sign on to the quite-imperfect Senate bill, and thus provide better coverage for a great many people. If the Senate bill is the only way to improve health care coverage for a number of people with pre-existing conditions and those who may be uninsurable because of existing conditions, should they lose their current insurance policy, then I say, "Go for it". What comes to mind is, "Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good."
Like everyone I have a sob-story to tell about health care. After telling it to countless liberals who oppose the Senate's health-care reform bill, I still haven't heard a good answer from them about why they can't support the Senate bill. They usually stop talking, or try to change the subject.
Maybe Raul Grijalva or Barney Frank or Anthony Weiner or Jerry Nadler have wrestled with this problem and I haven't seen it. Have you seen anything from them about this?
My story: My father is dying of Huntington's disease. Before he dies in 8 to 10 years, he will need anti-depressants, anti-psychotics and drugs that fight dementia and his tremors and convulsions. He'll need multiple brain scans and physical therapy sessions.
Current medical treatments can't save him, but they will give him a few more years before the slow death strips him of his memories, personality and control of his body.
There's a 50 percent chance the same slow motion death awaits me and each of my three siblings. If I ever lose my job I'll become uninsurable, permanently. My sister already lost her insurance.
That means whatever treatment is developed for Huntington's will be unavailable to us. There's simply no way we could afford it. Not only high tech gene therapies or other interventions, but the medications and treatments that exist now that would buy us enough time to see our kids' graduations or weddings, and would give them hope of not suffering their grandfather's fate.
There's a bill that would mean we'd never be rejected for health insurance or have it canceled. Health insurance that could ease our final years, or maybe even save us.
But liberals are refusing to support it....
Read the rest of the "Sob-Story" at the link.
I expect that few people wanted the public option more than I. My choice for a plan within the realm of possibility is a Medicare-for-all-who-want-it health care bill. Those who are happy with their present insurance may keep it. Whoever wants to join Medicare can pay and receive their health insurance through Medicare. It appears this is not to be.
However, the members of the House of Representatives can sign on to the quite-imperfect Senate bill, and thus provide better coverage for a great many people. If the Senate bill is the only way to improve health care coverage for a number of people with pre-existing conditions and those who may be uninsurable because of existing conditions, should they lose their current insurance policy, then I say, "Go for it". What comes to mind is, "Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good."
HOW TO CLEAN THE HOUSE....
1. Open a new folder on your PC.
2. Name it "Housework."
3. Send it to the Recycle Bin.
4. Empty the Recycle Bin.
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete
Housework permanently?"
6. Calmly answer, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly.
7. Feel better?
I do feel better, Julie, I do. Thank you.
2. Name it "Housework."
3. Send it to the Recycle Bin.
4. Empty the Recycle Bin.
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete
Housework permanently?"
6. Calmly answer, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly.
7. Feel better?
I do feel better, Julie, I do. Thank you.
Friday, January 22, 2010
MIKE'S WIFE DELIVERS
Mike and his pregnant wife live on a farm in a rural area in the west of England. No running water, no electricity, etc. One night, Mike's wife begins to deliver the baby. The local doctor is there in attendance. "What d'ya want me to do, Doctor?"
"Hold the lantern, Mike. Here it comes!" the doctor delivers the child and holds it up for the proud father to see. "Mike, you're the proud father of a fine strapping boy."
"Saints be praised, I..."
Before Mike can finish the Doctor interrupts, "Wait a minute. Hold the lantern, Mike." Soon the doctor delivers the next child. "You've a full set now, Mike. A beautiful baby daughter."
"Thanks be to..."
Again the doctor cuts in, "Hold the lantern, Mike, Hold the lantern!" Soon the Doctor delivers a third child. The doctor holds up the baby for Mike's inspection.
"Doctor," asks Mike, "Do you think it's the light that's attracting them?"
"Hold the lantern, Mike. Here it comes!" the doctor delivers the child and holds it up for the proud father to see. "Mike, you're the proud father of a fine strapping boy."
"Saints be praised, I..."
Before Mike can finish the Doctor interrupts, "Wait a minute. Hold the lantern, Mike." Soon the doctor delivers the next child. "You've a full set now, Mike. A beautiful baby daughter."
"Thanks be to..."
Again the doctor cuts in, "Hold the lantern, Mike, Hold the lantern!" Soon the Doctor delivers a third child. The doctor holds up the baby for Mike's inspection.
"Doctor," asks Mike, "Do you think it's the light that's attracting them?"
PLEASE PRAY FOR CHARLOTTE
From SCG:
I just received word from my friend, Charlotte, that she has been diagnosed with breast cancer in both breasts. She will be going in for surgery (lumpectomy) a week from today, January 29th at 10:30am and then undergoing radiation treatment.
Read the rest of Charlotte's story at Wake Up and Live.
I just received word from my friend, Charlotte, that she has been diagnosed with breast cancer in both breasts. She will be going in for surgery (lumpectomy) a week from today, January 29th at 10:30am and then undergoing radiation treatment.
Read the rest of Charlotte's story at Wake Up and Live.
"The Stork has landed..."
See details at To See and to Follow, the blog of the proud grandfather, Tim Chesterton.
THREE YEARS AGO TODAY- "NO BLOG"
Monday, January 22, 2007
My friends, I don't really have a blog. It seems I was forced to have a faux blog to be allowed to post comments on certain sites. I am looking at you, Elizabeth Kaeton.
Posted by Grandmère Mimi at 9:10 PM
And the single comment to my very first post was from - TAH-DAH! - Elizabeth Kaeton!
Elizabeth Kaeton said...
Well, when Jesus meets me at the Pearly Gates and asks me what I have done with my life, I will be proud to say that I, little moi, inspired the amazing Grandmere to start her own Blog.
Now, that may get me booted straight into the raging inferno, but I will go as an unrepentant child of God.
I do apologize for the rudeness of my blog. If I knew how to fix it I would.
Until then, I'll enjoy this site.
And the rest, as they say, is history. There was the blank page....
Note: Slight editing, to fix the omission and the typo. Elizabeth and I have progressed to the point that neither of us EVER makes such mistakes now.
My friends, I don't really have a blog. It seems I was forced to have a faux blog to be allowed to post comments on certain sites. I am looking at you, Elizabeth Kaeton.
Posted by Grandmère Mimi at 9:10 PM
And the single comment to my very first post was from - TAH-DAH! - Elizabeth Kaeton!
Elizabeth Kaeton said...
Well, when Jesus meets me at the Pearly Gates and asks me what I have done with my life, I will be proud to say that I, little moi, inspired the amazing Grandmere to start her own Blog.
Now, that may get me booted straight into the raging inferno, but I will go as an unrepentant child of God.
I do apologize for the rudeness of my blog. If I knew how to fix it I would.
Until then, I'll enjoy this site.
And the rest, as they say, is history. There was the blank page....
Note: Slight editing, to fix the omission and the typo. Elizabeth and I have progressed to the point that neither of us EVER makes such mistakes now.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
PLAYING THE BLESSED PONIES
One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race.
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to the starting gate the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. The priest again blessed a horse.
Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated. As the races continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first.
By and by, Mitch was pulling in some serious money. By the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on...
True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch, in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.
Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile, then dropped dead. Now thanks to you I've lost every cent of my savings -- all of it!'.
The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy. 'Son,' he said, 'that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the last rites.'
Thanks to Erika, who says, *Mmm?*
Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race.
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to the starting gate the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. The priest again blessed a horse.
Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated. As the races continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first.
By and by, Mitch was pulling in some serious money. By the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on...
True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch, in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.
Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile, then dropped dead. Now thanks to you I've lost every cent of my savings -- all of it!'.
The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy. 'Son,' he said, 'that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the last rites.'
Thanks to Erika, who says, *Mmm?*
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