Ray's musings and humor

I sent him to bed.


Ray is under the weather today and he will be at Doctors most of the day tomorrow for follow up cardiac tests, etc. I don’t know what’s up but he does not seem to have his usual energy, of course it may just be laziness. Anyhow he has a somewhat overloaded week and already has had to cancel two events because he is planning to put his head under the pillow and rest.

I am sure everything is fine but I told him I would not send you any daily he might write in the next few days since I was going to do what he does once in awhile and send you unedited copies of old dailies. He was not happy but since I control the transmit button there is nothing he can do about it.

Have a good day!

Ray’s Computer


March 3, 2005

Last Tuesday evening my oldest daughter and I went to see the musical, Beauty and the Beast, at a local equity theatre. It was great; the staging was especially good.

You might remember the story. A prince is turned into a beast through a curse. The only hope for the prince and his entourage is for him to fall in love with a woman and for her to in-turn fall in love with him. As the show develops the beasts true inner self comes through and of course they fall in love and he again becomes the prince.

While the story is a fairy tale of sorts, it does carry an important message. That is, if we spend the time to get through our prejudices and other peoples external images, we often will find a good heart and inner beauty. Too often we immediately lose interest in someone new because they don’t look like us, come from a different culture, or have some perceived flaw. Unless you have found that all of your first impressions were accurate, you have already found that it is when we dig deeper that we find the true person. If you are like I am, you can always use a new friend, mentor, or interesting companion. And you never know where you might find them. If you take a moment to take a real interest in those you meet while learning a little bit about them, you will often discover someone special. I know that is what happened to me when I met many of you.


Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.

~ Al Bernstein ~


Theology, kid style ………

1. Dear God, please put another holiday between Christmas and Easter. There is nothing good in there now. Amanda

2. Dear God, Thank you for the baby brother but what I asked for was a puppy. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up. Joyce

3. Dear Mr. God, I wish you would not make it so easy for people to come apart. I had to have 3 stitches and a shot. Janet

4. God, I read the bible. What does beget mean? Nobody will tell me. Love, Alison

5. Dear God, how did you know you were God? Who told you? Charlene

6. Dear God, is it true my father won’t get in Heaven if he uses his golf words in the house? Anita

7. Dear God, I bet it’s very hard for you to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I can never do it. Nancy

8. Dear God, I like the story about Noah the best of all of them. You really made up some good ones. I like walking on water, too. Glen

9. Dear God, my Grandpa says you were around when he was a little boy. How far back do you go? Love, Dennis

13. Dear God, how come you did all those miracles in the old days and don’t do any now? Billy

14. Dear God, please send Dennis Clark to a different summer camp this year. Peter

15. Dear God, maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they each had their own rooms. It works out OK with me and my brother. Larry

16. Dear God, I keep waiting for spring, but it never did come yet. What’s up? Don’t forget. Mark

17. Dear God, my brother told me about how you are born but it just doesn’t sound right. What do you say? Marsha

18. Dear God, if you watch in Church on Sunday I will show you my new shoes. Barbara

19. Dear God, is Reverend Coe a friend of yours, or do you just know him through the business? Donny

20. Dear God, I do not think anybody could be a better God than you. Well, I just want you to know that. I am not just saying that because you are already God. Charles

21. Dear God, it is great the way you always get the stars in the right place. Why can’t you do that with the moon? Jeff

22. Dear God, I am doing the best I can. Really. Frank

And, saving the best for last . . .

23. Dear God, I didn’t think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on Tuesday night. That was really cool. Thomas


Where our work is, there let our joy be.



She said:

Men are like Bananas. The older they get, the less firm they are.

Men are like Weather. Nothing can be done to change them.

Men are like Blenders. You need One, but you’re not quite sure why.

Men are like Chocolate Bars. Sweet, smooth,& they usually head right for your hips.

Men are like Commercials. You can’t believe a word they say.

Men are like Department Stores. Their clothes are always 1/2 off.

Men are like Government Bonds. They take soooooooo long to mature.

Men are like Mascara. They run at the first sign of emotion.

Men are like Popcorn. They satisfy you, but only for a little while.

Men are like Lava Lamps. Fun to look at, but not very bright.

Men are like Parking Spots. All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.


Men and women know they’ve reached middle age when they notice kids are getting noisier and the latest music is getting worse.


The service area was located on a main highway leading to the beach. The pump attendant was accustomed to seeing tired and sunburned occupants in the cars that pulled in to tank up.

When a rusty old van containing a very tired looking couple and six screaming children pulled into his station, the attendant tried small talk to cheer the occupants.

"Hope you had a good day at the beach! Nice looking kids there. Are they all yours or is this a picnic?"

Wearily, the driver replied, "Yes they are all mine and it’s NO picnic!"


186,000 miles/sec. Not just a good idea, it’s the LAW.


A young scholar from New York was invited to become Rabbi in a small old community in Chicago. On his very first Shabbat, a hot debate erupted as to whether one should or should not stand during the reading of the Ten Commandments.

The next day, the rabbi visited 98 year-old Mr. Katz in the nursing home. "Mr. Katz, I’m asking you, as the oldest member of the community," said the rabbi, "what is our synagogue’s custom during the reading of the Ten Commandments?"

"Why do you ask?" asked Mr. Katz.

"Yesterday we read the Ten Commandments. Some people stood, some people sat. The ones standing started screaming at the ones sitting, telling them to stand up. The ones sitting started screaming at the ones standing, telling them to sit down… "

"That," said the old man, "is our custom."


Book (n): a utensil used to pass time while waiting for the computer repairman.


For years a farmer lived on the border of Iowa and Minnesota and never knew what state he actually lived in.

Finally an official surveyor came to the farm to determine his residence.

"Sir, it turns out that you live in Iowa."

"Whew." the farmer sighed.

"Why so relieved?" the confused surveyor asked.

"No more Minnesota winters," came the farmer’s reply.


That which is striking and beautiful is not always good;

but that which is good is always beautiful.

~ Ninon De L’Enclos ~


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.

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