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A mechanic was removing a cylinder-head
from the motor of a Harley motorcycle when he spotted a well-known
cardiologist in his shop.
The cardiologist was there waiting for the service manager to come
take a look at his bike when the mechanic shouted across the garage,
'Hey Doc, want to take a look at this?'
The cardiologist, a bit surprised, walked over to where the mechanic
was working on the motorcycle. The mechanic straightened up, wiped
his hands on a rag and asked, 'So Doc, look at this engine. I open
its heart, take the valves out, repair any damage, and then put them
back in, and when I finish, it works just like new.
So how come I make $39,675 a year and you get the really big bucks
($3,000,000) when you and I are doing basically the same work?'
The cardiologist paused, smiled and leaned over, then whispered to
the mechanic...
"Try doing it with the engine running."
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Jerry
Hudson,
classmate and husband of
Johnleen Rainy
Hudson graduated from this life Wednesday, July 23. Services and other
information will be posted as soon as it is available.
Updated 07/23/2008
Ramblings by Cliff
Texas in the summer time. A Texan knows that the buckle
on a seat belt doubles as a branding iron when the car has been sitting in the
sun very long. Just give me a big glass of lemon aid and a shade by a
swimming pool and I am happy. My great-grand son comes over every
Sunday afternoon. They have lunch and play some games and of course hit
the swimming pool. He is like a fish; swims underwater. He can
tread water fine and goes where ever he wants but never swims on top of the
water. We have tried to teach him but he says that's nice but he likes what he
does. We have been hoping the wind would die down a little more so we can
fire our rockets. Have a new two stage that needs to go up. He asks
every day is it calm enough now granddad, well maybe tomorrow.
Lately I have been working with a women's basketball team
doing videos for them and their coach. Over the last two years these
ladies have won two gold medals at the Huntsman World Games and one bronze medal
at the Senior Olympics . There are two divisions one is the 65 + and the
other is 80 +. That's right, the kids of the team are from 65 to 80 years
old. The seniors are over 80, the elder of the team is 92 years old and going
strong. Their coach is a singer, song writer, entertainer from De
Soto and plays right along with them. She is the three time national free
throw champion and is 68. She also has a professional WMBA player who is
her trainer. They are an amazing group and if you ever get the chance to
see them in action you should. They are called the Texas Challenge All
Stars.
I have been thinking seriously about the web site.
I have not been able to keep it up like I would like, I rarely get any news from
anyone and that is usually second hand. I only hear from a couple of
people directly concerning the web site and appreciate their input. My
question is, is it worth keeping running? If so I will try to do
better in keeping up with classmates myself but I need your help.
Still
want to keep up with everyone. Keep me informed of events, changes and news in
your life.
The
Neighbor
An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard; I could tell from his
collar & well-fed belly that he had a home & was well taken care of. He
calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed
me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner &
fell asleep. An hour later, he went to the door, & I let him out. The next
day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside & resumed his spot in
the hall & again slept for about an hour. This continued off & on for
several weeks. Curious I pinned a note to his collar: 'I would like to find
out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is & ask if you are aware that
almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.' The next day
he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: 'He
lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 - he's trying to catch
up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?'
Negative People
This is something to think about when negative people are
doing their best to rain on your parade. So 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 over on Rome 's
Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place Everybody thinks
it's gonna be something special a nd 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 see the Vatican and we hope to see the
Pope."
"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 again came in for a hairdo. The
hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome .
"It was wonderful!" exclaimed the woman, "Not only were we
on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, bu t it
was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The
food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome
28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And
the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million
remodeling job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in
the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and
gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good,
but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because 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 I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and
wait the Pope would personally greet me. 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'd you get the awful haircut*?
Boudreaux and
Thibodaux are at it
again.
Reverend Boudreaux was the part-time pastor of the local CajunBaptistChurch, and
Pastor Thibodaux was the minister of the CovenantChurch across the road.
They were both standing by the road, pounding a sign into the
ground, that read:
*'Da End is Near! Turn You self Around Now! Before It's Too
Late!'*
As a car sped past them, the driver leaned out his window and
yelled, 'You religious nuts!'
From the curve they heard screeching tires and a big splash... Bordeaux turns to Thibodaux and asks, 'Do
ya tink maybe da sign should jus say 'Bridge Out'?
