"The ABC's of a Happy GardenerAdd
a new flower.
Blossom as you grow.
Cultivate and care
.Dig deep into your work.
Enjoy the beauty around you.
Fertilize and feed.Get dirty.Hard soil... time to hoe.Ignore no weed.Just remember... they go to seed!Keep your knees bent (your back will be happy).Love what you plant.Mulch, mulch, mulch.No two flowers are alike!Odors of sweet perfume...(Nature's designer fragrances).Plant your feet firmly, and play in the dirt.Quality results require your time.Rainy day... get your housework done!Stop and smell the roses.The garden is where I marvel at Nature's handiwork.Under this gardener's hat, you will find a smile.Varmints beware... for my garden I care!Water the thirsty. Xpect great harvests for your toil.You can bury a lot of problems digging in the dirt.Zinnia to Azalea... it's all in a day's work in my glorious garden."
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Negative People
This is something to think about when negative people are doing their
best to rain on your parade. Remember this story the next time someone
who knows nothing, and cares less, tries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to
Rome with her husband She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who
responded:
' Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and
dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome . So, how are you getting
there?'
'We're taking Continental,' was the reply. 'We got a great rate!'
'Continental?' exclaimed the hairdresser. 'That's a terrible airline.
Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're
always late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?'
'We'll be at this exclusive little place on Rome 's Tiber River called
Teste.'
'Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be
something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel
in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and
they're overpriced.. So, whatcha' doing when you get there?'
'We're going to go to the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope.'
'Oh, that's rich,' laughed the hairdresser. 'You and a million other
people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant.
Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it.'
A month later, the woman came in for a hair appointment. The
hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome .
'It was wonderful,' she exclaimed. 'Not only were we on time in one of
Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped
us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a
handsome 28-yr-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
The hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job,
and it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city They were overbooked,
too, so they apologized and gave us the owner's suite at no extra
charge!'
'Well,' muttered the hairdresser, 'that's all well and good, but I bet
you didn't get to see the Pope.'
'Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Vatican, a Swiss
Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to
meet some of the visitors, and if we'd be so kind as to step into his
private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet us.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and
shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.'
'Oh, really! What'd he say ?'
He said: 'Where did you get that horrendous hairdo?'
best to rain on your parade. Remember this story the next time someone
who knows nothing, and cares less, tries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to
Rome with her husband She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who
responded:
' Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and
dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome . So, how are you getting
there?'
'We're taking Continental,' was the reply. 'We got a great rate!'
'Continental?' exclaimed the hairdresser. 'That's a terrible airline.
Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're
always late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?'
'We'll be at this exclusive little place on Rome 's Tiber River called
Teste.'
'Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be
something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel
in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and
they're overpriced.. So, whatcha' doing when you get there?'
'We're going to go to the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope.'
'Oh, that's rich,' laughed the hairdresser. 'You and a million other
people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant.
Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it.'
A month later, the woman came in for a hair appointment. The
hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome .
'It was wonderful,' she exclaimed. 'Not only were we on time in one of
Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped
us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a
handsome 28-yr-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
The hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job,
and it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city They were overbooked,
too, so they apologized and gave us the owner's suite at no extra
charge!'
'Well,' muttered the hairdresser, 'that's all well and good, but I bet
you didn't get to see the Pope.'
'Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Vatican, a Swiss
Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to
meet some of the visitors, and if we'd be so kind as to step into his
private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet us.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and
shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.'
'Oh, really! What'd he say ?'
He said: 'Where did you get that horrendous hairdo?'
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