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Ray’s Daily

May 29, 2018

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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

Omar Khayyam

Happy today

Our Memorial Day National Holiday is over. We have had another 500 Mile automobile race here in Indianapolis. And the highlight of our weekend was celebrating a grandson’s graduation from Clemson University, one of my great-grandsons 1st birthday and my youngest daughters much older birthday. I find myself little brain dead and am off to one of my doctors this morning so I am again sending you another Daily from yesteryear

Ray’s Daily

May 29, 2003

I can’t help compare the life that we had living in the world Bob Hope reported on and what we have today. Day before yesterday the government had to raise the debt ceiling by another trillion dollars, the president signed a tax cut that insures that we will be deeply in the red in the years ahead, and the miscalculations on what it will take in the months and years ahead in Iraq and Afghanistan, make our deficit problem even worse. The value of the dollar is again reaching record lows and we may soon see the exodus of the foreign money that has helped finance our over-spending for so many years. Where are all the fiscal conservatives? Can we live with the concept of “another day older and another day in debt?”

The record spending of the current administration coupled with the ever plummeting revenues seems to go un-noticed by my fellow citizens. We keep being told what we want to hear and when we look under the blanket we find that all is not what we are told it is. Few believe that the recent tax cut will have any short term effect on the economy or that it will even come close to catching up with the huge job losses we have experienced recently. We under-spend on home security, have cut back domestic programs and have shifted much of the burdens of government to the cash strapped states, while spending huge amounts elsewhere. The other day I heard that we are committed to establishing universal health care in Iraq, I am glad they will get it and at the same time a little sad that we are financing so much of their recovery will having so many uninsured here: maybe someday we can do as much for our own citizens.

I almost feel that this administration is trying to buy my vote by borrowing huge amounts of money from my family’s children. I have always been a registered Republican; I just wish more of those I respect would have the courage to stand up against the threat of being called un-American and provide us some leadership.

Sorry, did it again. Well on with the show.

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Many of us believe that wrongs aren’t wrong if it’s done by nice people like ourselves.

Author Unknown

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Ask any man and he will tell you that any woman’s ultimate fantasy is to have two men at once.

While this has been verified by a recent sociological study, it appears that most men do not realize that in the Jewish woman’s version of this fantasy, one man is cooking and the other is cleaning.

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“It often takes more courage to change one’s opinion than to stick to it.”

G.C. Lichtenberg

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The Blonde Cook Book

MONDAY:

It’s fun to cook for Bob. Today I made angel food cake. The recipe said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan me some extra bowls.

TUESDAY:

Bob wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without dressing. So I didn’t dress. What a surprise when Bob brought a friend home for supper.

WEDNESDAY:

A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming the rice. It seemed kinda of silly but I took a bath. I can’t say it improved the rice any.

THURSDAY:

Today Bob asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said prepare ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving. Which is what led up to Bob asking me why I was rolling around in the garden.

FRIDAY:

I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said put all ingredients in bowl and beat it. There must have

been something wrong with this recipe. When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.

SATURDAY:

Bob did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday (oh boy). For some reason Bob keeps counting to ten.

SUNDAY:

Bob’s folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast. All I could find was hamburger. Suddenly I had a flash of genius. I put the hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came out hamburger, much to my disappointment.

GOOD NIGHT DEAR DIARY.

This has been a very exciting week. I am eager for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Bob. If we could just get a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with Chocolate Moose.

~~~

On the bottom of an office memo:  “If you have any questions, please read again.”

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An elderly woman died last month. Having never married, she requested no male pallbearers. In her handwritten instructions for her memorial service, she wrote, “They wouldn’t take me out while I was alive, I don’t want them to take me out when I’m dead.”

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Rain is what makes flowers grow and taxis disappear

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Once upon a time, there was a prince who, through no fault of his own, was cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the prince could speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that if he did not speak for a whole year, the following year he was allowed to speak two words.

One day, he met a beautiful princess and fell madly in love with her. With the greatest difficulty, he refrained from speaking for 2 whole years so that he could look at her and say, “My darling.” But at the end of these 2 years, he wished to tell her that he loved her. So he waited 3 more years without speaking, bringing the total number of silent years to 5.

At the end of these 5 years, he realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So he waited another 4 years without speaking.

Finally, as the 9th year of silence ended, his joy knew no bounds. Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that beautiful royal garden, the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap, knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said, “My darling, I love you! Will you marry me?”

And the princess tucked a strand of golden hair behind her dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting her ruby lips, said, “What was that?”

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Life consists not in holding good cards, but in playing those you hold well.

Josh Billings

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My wife and I had bought some gadgets for our almost teen-age grandsons and were leaving the store when we realized we didn’t have batteries. I stepped over to a counter to get the batteries but couldn’t attract the attention of the clerk. My wife waited for a little while then said, “I’ll get a clerk over here real fast.”

With that, she pulled out her pocket tape measure and started measuring a large TV set. Amazingly, a clerk leap-frogged over several pieces of furniture to reach her side in jig time. To his “may I help you?” she said – “Of course. I’ll take 8 of those batteries over there.

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“In the end, only kindness matters.”

Jewel Kilcher

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Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.

 

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