Since I know you monitor these blogs, I would like to say "Thank You" for taking away all means of chatting with other players in the games. You did however leave Pool 8 - 2009 with a lobby chat. I guess this works out well for the leagues, however if you are not a league player it doesn't do you any good. Most leagues only chat with their members. All of the above was typed with a sarcastic air, if you did not catch my tone!
Please bring back the chat option so that we can at least privately chat with those on our friends list without having to go into Pool 8 - 2009.
Thank you kindly
Feeling Isolated!!
Game Desire Request
Courtesy of Mitch Hedberg
I'm sick of following my dreams, man. I'm just going to ask where they're going and hook up with 'em later.
Sharing is Caring
The old man unwraps the plain hamburger and carefully cuts it in half. He places one half in front of his wife. He then carefully counts out the fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placing one pile in front of his wife.
He takes a sip of the drink, his wife takes a sip and then sets the cup down between them. As he begins to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them keep looking over and whispering That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them. As the man begins to eat his fries a young man comes to the table. He politely offers to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man replies that they`re just fine - they`re just used to sharing everything. The surrounding people noticed the little old lady hadn`t eaten a bite. She sits there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink. Again the young man comes over and begs them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman says No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything. As the old man finishes and was wipes his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again comes over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asks May I ask what is it you are waiting for? The old woman answers... THE TEETH.....
ARE THINGS FINALLY CHANGING ?
I saw a story on yahoo today that makes me wonder if things are finally changing. It was well written and really the way I like to see news reported, although I can not help but wonder are things finally changing for the better, of was this handled this way solely because of the people it was about? It was about a murder suicide where it reported that EX-NFL player Phillip Adams killed 5, then himself. Dr. Robert Lesslie, 70, and his wife, Barbara Lesslie, 69, and two grandchildren Adah Lesslie, 9, and Noah Lesslie, 5, were pronounced dead.
This is a honorably. It is possible that Adams may have had a reason behind killing the doctor and or his wife. I just found it really interesting Adams is African American, and the doctor and his family were not. So I just wonder if the colors had been reversed, and the killer was white and the family killed were not if the headline would have been something like EX-NFL player kills black doctor and his family?
I reallllllllllllllllllllllly hope the way this articular was actually written is a sign of things in journalism changing for the better and not just another example of the media sugar coating things put of fear of being accused of being predigest. Lets hope it is the media starting to wake up to the fact that the only time someone's color really matters in a news articular is IF there is a man hunt going on. At that time and only that time color would play a factor, because if you say you are looking for a specific race or color in connection with a crime, you can eliminate everyone who does not have the same race or color. Other then that color should not matter, so even thought it told of a tragic event it was done well and for once fairly. I hope it was not just a one time thing.
ALARM!!!!!!
All
Lives
And
Races
Matter
I'M STILL HERE
My looks are nothing special,
My face reveals my age,
My body shows some wear and tear,
And my energy's not the same.
Too often my memory fails me,
And I lose things all the time.
One minute I know what I plan to do,
And the next it may just slip my mind.
I try hard to avoid my mirror.
There are things I would rather not see,
And even those times when I just catch a glimpse,
I can no longer recognize me.
The things I used to do with ease
Can now cause aches and pains,
And the quality of the things I do
Will never be quite the same.
I always compare my older self
To those younger versions of me,
And I know I'm wasting too much time
Missing who I used to be.
But the thing that really makes me sad
Is despite what people see,
Underneath my tattered, worn out shell,
I'm still the same old me.
My heart can still feel endless love,
And at times it still can ache.
My heart can fill with so much joy,
And then it can suddenly break.
My soul can still feel sympathy
And longs for forgiveness and peace,
And there are times its light shines boldly through,
And times when it longs for release.
It's true, maybe now that I'm older,
Feeling lonely may be status quo,
But it also has made me more willing
To forgive and let past conflicts go.
So maybe to some I look ugly and old,
A person who barely exists.
I'm still quite aware of the beauty inside,
And my value should not be dismissed.
So although not as strong and no beauty, it's true,
I'm still here and want so much to live,
And I know that there's no one in this world quite like me,
And no one who has more to give.
WATER IS NOT ALWAYS THE BEST WAY
I want to bounce something off you all and I am sure some will not agree, but i know what I am about to post is true? I was slicking a bit of ham today and the knife slipped and made a nice size silt in the end of my pointer finger. I am on a blood thinner so it bleed a bit.
I am sure many will disagree with what I did about it. Most people would have been running for soap and water to wash it, but I know something most people either do not know or ignore in favor of modern ideas on medicine. The human body is a wonderful thing with a great ability to heal itself. If I have a cut and it is bleeding well, I never wash it with soap and water at the time of the cut. I just take a clean cloth of paper towel and wipe the blood and any dirt of it. I rub it in the direction of the cut never into the opening. Once the two sides are pressed firmly back into place I hold it there till the bleeding stops. I then wrap it in gauze and tape it securely in place. I try not to bump it or cause it to start bleeding again for a couple hours. Most times the ends of the 2 sides of the cut will grow back together, and in a couple days you will not even notice it was ever cut. However if you use soap and water on an open cut the ends of the cut will curl up and shrink to the point it will not be possible for it simply to reattach itself, and you may need stitches to close it.
Most doctors either do not know or will not tell you because it would cut into their sages, that when the blood flows free , the blood itself will wash any dirt from the cut, and because the blood is part our your body your body does not recoil from it like it does water. NOW if the cut is minor and it has not bleed well you should definitely wash it as there may not be enough blood to clean it properly, and may need some help, but if it bleeds well there is no need to use water on it.
This is not the first time I have used this remedy before and even with a bad cut you can fix it yourself without stitches if it bleeds well.
In loving Memory
❤️ You will be missed by many People on here Debs. You always were a great Friend to me. I remember the talks we had, we always had good ones .. When i think about PHP, i never forget your 'wakey wakey' to get People in Tourny's .. You always meant alot to me and i'll never forget you ... I Miss You !! ❤️
Unlike any other
She was a woman like any other, yet completely unique in the most quietly gorgeous ways. Her strong spirit tucked away her mysteries behind green eyes, masking a soul brimming of wonder and beauty..complete with emotions that seemed never to waver. Known by many, understood by few and loved by all, she had a way about her that most just didn’t get and she was okay with that. She knew who she was and what she wanted. They heard her words of reassurance and believed her laugh because they never saw the anguish hidden in her soul. She was the one that could bury any pain behind a smile, any discomfort through any joke, dismiss her disappointment through a simple “it’s okay.”Truth was, it never was.. she never was. She braved the world with a dazzling smile not because she felt amazing, but because she was strong. No matter what she said or showed, she always cared about herself, her people and how others saw her because that’s just who she was and how she loved. She couldn’t just write people off or stop caring, regardless of how much they hurt her. She didn’t know how to love halfway or selfishly, and though she had a magnanimous and beautiful heart, it seemed to be constantly bleeding from the pain. Her way had always been to love passionately, live without regret and seek the answers to every question of her heart. She vowed long ago to live unapologetically , and regardless of the why, she always sought the truth. The only way she could keep the depths of her soul intact and beautiful was to tuck it away, hidden beneath the guise of a facade that always seemed to be placidly content, at best. She kept her walls high- not to keep others out, but to see who cared enough to tear them down..Yet, the one person she longed for was the one who would see her for who she truly was and would accept her for every glorious imperfection and wonderful flaw.That was her gift and curse, knowing without saying, loving without caution and caring when she shouldn’t. She paid the price many times over for what many would say is folly, but she knew better- she wouldn’t change who she was, regardless of how it hurt sometimes. She would never accept halfway love and lackluster passion, she needed more than that. She would follow her heart and often leave her head behind..Her heart would be shattered into countless pieces.. And yet, somehow, she still believed in love. In her world, the only path to catching her dreams and finding true love was to follow her heart. That’s just who she was, and how she lived her life. No apologies and no regrets. She just knew that one day, she would stop wishing on shooting stars and instead,Become one herself. In a night full of lights, she was always meant to be shining beautifully,And she knew that she would never look back and lament her broken roads. The brightest diamonds are forged under the toughest pressure and she was meant to be the most brilliant light-In how she shined, how she sparkled..And most of all, How she loved.
Dj Anonymous
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E47PauBYySU