Thursday, October 25, 2007

Thursday Evening

Here it is Thursday evening already. I'm getting ready for our conference in the morning. The trunk of the car is loaded and ready to go...almost.

I've got to get my bag packed for the overnight stay, but that won't take but a few minutes. I'm looking forward to our conference. Getting ready for it was much more relaxed than the last one, and that is wonderful.

I've really enjoyed the nice shift in the weather over the past couple of days. Although it has been rainy it has been nice to have the cooler temperatures.

Email & Newsletter Gleanings:

Thought For the Day: Sometime in your life you will go on a journey. It will be the longest journey you have ever taken. It is the journey to find yourself. - Katherine Sharp

A Simple Request

A little boy wanted $100.00 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened

Then he decided to write God a letter requesting the $100.00

The postal authorities received the letter to God, USA, they decided to send it to the President.

The president was so amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy a $5.00 bill.

The president thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.

The little boy was delighted with the $5.00 bill and sat down to write a thank-you note to God, which read:
Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money. However, I noticed that for some reason you sent it through Washington, DC., and those jerks deducted $95.00 in taxes.
Too Much Stir Fry

Quasimodo comes home from work one night and his wife has made a delicious stir-fry.

"Great!" he says.

Next night he comes home from work, and it's stir-fry again.

"Just as delicious as last night," he says.

Next night, stir-fry again. "Tastes great, but I'm getting kind of sick of stir-fry again," he says.

Next night, stir-fry again. "Listen," he says, "tomorrow make whatever you want, as long as it's not stir-fry."

Next day he leaves work early, after asking an assistant to ring vespers for him, so that he can catch her before she begins cooking. He walks in the front door and there she is, taking the wok down off the rack.

"Aha!" he says. "You're going to make stir-fry again!"

"Don't be silly," she says. "I'm going to iron your shirts."

Irish Toast

A guy and a girl are having a drink together in a bar. The man raises his glass and says, "Here's hoping you're in Heaven ten minutes before the devil knows you're dead!"

"What's that mean?" asks the girl.

"That," answers her date, "is an authentic Irish toast."

"Oh. Well, here's to bread, eggs and cinnamon."

"Bread, eggs and cinnamon? What's that?"

The girl says, "That's French toast."

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