Ray's musings and humor

It sure is!

 “Life is full of beauty.

Notice it.

Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces.

Smell the rain, and feel the wind.

Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”

Ashley Smith

 

 

Our Thanksgiving Holiday is behind us and the holiday season has begun. Fortunately I was left with a list of just how much there is to appreciate in my life. I appreciate,

  • all the smart people that share their wisdom with me for they enrich my life,
  • All those who make each day easier than it would have been without them. The druggist, grocery clerk, mailman, trash hauler, newspaper deliverer, the UPS driver, the waitress, the cook, my goodness the list is endless, they all deserve my thanks,
  • All my family including those friends who are family in spirit,
  • And most of all I appreciate the thousands of people who have come and gone in my life. Enemies, friends, kind strangers, employers, and the like all have contributed to the person I have become. Sadly I never thanked very many at the time for I did not realize how much they were influencing my life.

 

I have now decided that everyday will be a day of thanksgiving, a day when I can express thanks versus just storing memories to be thought about on Thanksgiving Day. So now on Thanksgiving Thursday in November I will eat turkey, enjoy my family, and remember how 364 thankful days a year have provided me the opportunity to celebrate all I have been given by others.

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Every once in a while the world opens up and lets heaven shine through…

We open up our senses and realize just how wonderful the simple things are

and just how beautiful nature can be:

Sunshine on an early spring morning…

A beautiful sunset…

A song that brings back memories…

Moonlight over the water…

The smell of fresh flowers after a rain…

A snowy egret skimming across a pond…

The laughter of people having fun…

A peaceful stream and a gentle waterfall…

All of these things make me love life and feel good,

And the same is true when I think of you.

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What an automated society we live in: Have you ever noticed that when a traffic signal turns green, it automatically activates the horn of the car behind you?

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Murphy’s Laws of Genealogy

1. The public ceremony in which your distinguished ancestor participated and at which the platform collapsed under him turned out to be his hanging.

2. When at last after much hard work you have evolved the mystery that you have been working on for two years, your aunt says, "I could have told you that."

3. You search ten years for your grandmother’s maiden name to eventually find it on a letter in a box in the attic.

4. You never asked your father about his family when he was alive because you weren’t interested in genealogy then.

5. The will you need is in the safe on board the Titanic.

6. Copies of old newspapers have holes occurring only on the surnames.

7. John, son of Thomas the immigrant whom your relatives claim as the family progenitor, died on board ship at the age of 10.

8. Your great grandfather’s newspaper obituary states that he died leaving no issue of record.

9. Another genealogist has just insulted the keeper of the vital records you need.

10. The relative who had all the family photographs gave them all to her daughter who has no interest in genealogy and no inclination to share.

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"A life lived with integrity – even if it lacks the trappings of fame and fortune is a shinning star in whose light others may follow in the years to come."  

Denis Waitley

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"No need for me to come out to the house," the doctor told the worried caller. "I’ve checked my files and your uncle isn’t really ill at all – he just thinks he’s sick."

A week later, the doctor telephoned to make sure his diagnosis had been correct. "How’s your uncle today?" he asked.

"Worse," came the reply. "Now he thinks he’s dead."

~~~

My parents were soooooo poor, they got married for the rice.

~~~

Things You’ll Never Hear In A Western Movie:

"I reckon I’ll have me a half-caf double latte with a twist.  

"Gentlemen, rather than get caught up in mindless reaction, let’s draw upon our feminine selves for a more intuitive solution."  

"Can we postpone this duel till 12:05? I gotta use the little boys room."  

"Injuns! Quick, pull the wagons into an irregular dodecagon!"  

"Y’know, Badlands Pete… a roaring campfire, good coffee, nice prairie breeze, just you ‘n’ me… what say we put on the rhinestone gowns and dance a jig or two?"  

"Let’s see… hardtack and pemmican… that’s three grams of fat, seven grams of protein, and two starches."  

"You ‘n’ Slim round up them strays, and I’ll tell Cookie to get started on the gazpacho and the fondue."  

"That’s him! That’s the yella-bellied varmint who shot my therapist!"  

"He was a strong man, a good marshal, and I reckon he had a keen eye for interior decoration."  

"Hey, Buck, do these chaps make my butt look big?"  

"It’s like I keep tellin’ ya, Earl: men is from Tombstone, women is from Dodge."  

"HANG HIM HIGH, BOYS!! …Okay, now a little to the left… .Oooh! Stop right there. Perfect!"  

~~~

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.

Norman MacFinan

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He said: I took my 5 year old grandson to the optometrist to pick up his new glasses. The glasses were prescribed "to help him read and be able to see the computer better". When we got back home, he got on the computer to play a game. In a few minutes he called me and said there was something wrong with his glasses. I asked him what was the problem and he said, "I still can’t read."

~~~

Give me ambiguity or give me something else.

~~~

It was a sunny Saturday morning on the course and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming shot, when a voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker.

"Would the gentleman on the woman’s tee back up to the men’s tee please!"

I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.

Again the announcement, "Would the MAN on the WOMEN’S tee kindly back up to the men’s tee."

I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating.

Once more the man yelled, "Would the man on the woman’s tee back up to the men’s tee, PLEASE!"

I finally stopped, turned, looked through the clubhouse window directly at the person with the mike and shouted back, "Would the person in the clubhouse kindly shut the hell up and let me play my second shot?"

~~~

At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.

Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.

Albert Schweitzer

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

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The editor is somewhat senile.

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