I remember seeing this one before, but when it came around again by email today I figured I might as well share it again…
This is the blog home of Clive, Patrizia (a.k.a. Trys/Trixi), Jesse & Misha Schwartz. We currently reside in Roodepoort, South Africa.
I remember seeing this one before, but when it came around again by email today I figured I might as well share it again…
had serious hearing problems for a number of years.. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%
The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, 'Your hearing is perfect.. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.'
The gentleman replied, 'Oh, I haven't told my family yet.
I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!'
had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen.
The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great... I would recommend it very highly.'
The other man said, 'What is the name of the restaurant?'
The first man thought and thought and finally said, 'What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love?
You know... The one that's red and has thorns.'
'Do you mean a rose?'
'Yes, that's the one,' replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, 'Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?'
require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital.
After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.
On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.
'I don't know,' he sa id. 'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.'
are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember…
Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks.
'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?'
'Sure..'
'Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks. 'No, I can remember it.'
'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?'
He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.'
'I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she asks.
Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!'
Then he toddles into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, The old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.. She stares at the plate for a moment.
'Where's my toast ?'
shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlour and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool… After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split.
The waitress asked kindly, 'Crushed nuts?'
'No,' he replied, 'Arthritis.'
I had to look up "paraprosdokian".
Here is the definition:
"Figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation."
"Where there's a will, I want to be in it," is a type of paraprosdokian.
'They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English.
I can't even talk the way these people talk:
And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk.
And then I heard the father talk.
Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth In fact you will never get any kind of job making a decent living.
People marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an Education, and now we've got these knuckleheads walking around.
The lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal.
These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids.
$500 sneakers for what?
And they won't spend $200 for Hooked on Phonics.
I am talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit.
Where were you when he was 2?
Where were you when he was 12?
Where were you when he was 18 and how come you didn't know that he had a pistol?
And where is the father? Or who is his father?
People putting their clothes on backward:
Isn't that a sign of something gone wrong?
People with their hats on backward, pants down around the crack, isn't that a sign of something?
Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up and got all type of needles [piercing] going through her body?
What part of Africa did this come from??
We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans; they don't know a thing about Africa .....
I say this all of the time. It would be like white people saying they are European-American. That is totally stupid.
I was born here, and so were my parents and grand parents and, very likely my great grandparents. I don't have any connection to Africa, no more than white Americans have to Germany , Scotland , England , Ireland , or the Netherlands . The same applies to 99 percent of all the black Americans as regards to Africa . So stop, already! ! !
With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammed and all of that crap ........ And all of them are in jail.
Brown or black versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem.
We have got to take the neighbourhood back..
People used to be ashamed. Today a woman has eight children with eight different 'husbands' -- or men or whatever you call them now.
We have millionaire football players who cannot read.
We have million-dollar basketball players who can't write two paragraphs. We, as black folks have to do a better job.
Someone working at Wal-Mart with seven kids, you are hurting us.
We have to start holding each other to a higher standard..
We cannot blame the white people any longer.'
Dr. William Henry 'Bill' Cosby, Jr., Ed..D.
Fortunately the weather cleared up a bit on Tuesday afternoon, so we decided to take a ride through Wakkerstroom to check out the area. We drove out to Glass Arts Studio, but to no avail. The owner wasn’t there… so we left & got some biltong at the butchery.
Our next stop was the old NG Church. When we asked the caretaker, Oom Bill, if we could walk around to take some photos, he offered to open up for us so we could also see the inside. He was so correct in saying that we would miss out if we didn’t see inside the church. Oom Bill also gave us a rundown of some of the history of the church.
After our visit to the church, we took a ride through the town to see what it looks like…We went back to our little hideout at Ou Kliphuis & spent the rest of the day relaxing.
On Wednesday the weather was slightly warmer again when we got up. We called the camp to check on the boys & were told that they were having a blast. I was happy to hear that they were getting along independently of each other. It seems the boys are growing up so fast now.
With the boys safely tucked away at camp, we decided to take a drive through to New Castle to check out the scenery. We stopped at the Amajuba Mall for some pizza.
After lunch we headed back via Volksrust. Of course getting back took substantially longer than anticipated due to the road works between New Castle & Volksrust. We actually might as well have gone off-roading. Wow, I can’t believe the state these roads are in…
After about 4 hours of gallivanting we got back to our little hideout & spent the rest of the day relaxing, blogging & scrapping.
On Thursday we woke up to some really miserable weather, but fortunately it cleared up a little later in the afternoon so we just took a drive around the farm, testing the Tucson’s 4x4 capabilities. It took us just over an hour to cover a huge part of the grounds, after which we returned to the farmhouse to spend the rest of the day watching TV & relaxing.
On Friday we were up by 5h30 in order to pack for our return trip. We were due at Mooikrans by 9h00 in order to meet Cris & Greg there when they arrived to fetch Jesse as he joined them for their week holiday at Balito.
We stopped for petrol at Amersfoort & arrived at Mooikrans just after 8h00, a little earlier than planned, but got to spend some time with Jesse before he left around 9h45. The boys seemed to have had an awesome time at camp. We had some boerewors rolls & juice for brunch. The kids received their course certificates & then they showed off their newly acquired horse riding skills.
Unfortunately, Mooikrans didn’t have electricity on Thursday, so Melinda wasn’t able to do the photo CD, so I’ll have to post camp photos when I receive it from her at a later stage.
After the show, around 11h30 we headed back home. Misha was quite upset, having to leave “his” horse, Bakkies behind, but after sleeping in the car for about an hour he woke up chirpy again. We picked Matthew up on our way home & finally arrived at around 15h00
What an awesome restful break we had.
I got this from the SA 4 Jesus page on Facebook.
Hebrews 11:6 ~ And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him.
Fold ingredients gently into a bowl. Mix vigorously and add a few tears. You'll sweat a little as you knead the dough. Pack it firmly between your hopes and dreams and form into a perfect little ball. Sprinkle it with a little faith (I recommend Hebrews 11), rolling the ball in the flour until fully covered.
Place it under a veil of belief and allow it to rise.
Put it in an oven that has been pre-set at the perfect temperature for the heat of trials and tribulations.
Allow it to brown under the warmth of God's love. Remove after due season and allow to cool in the confidence of His promise.
Garnish with your praises. Arrange neatly on a platter of thankfulness and serve to friends, families and, oh yes, strangers . . . invite them too!
This is hysterical. If it had been presented this way, I don't believe any of us would have done it!!!!
Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma
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