Let's all do the Carlton...

   To help you out with your Back to Work Blues, I thought I would post this as a public service...

 I saw this t-shirt....

 and it reminded me of this....



You just can't help but laugh when you watch the Carlton dance from "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air".

You can find the above T-shirt at Donkey Tees. Thanks to Laugh Quotes for showing me the site.


Oh and for all of you who don't know what the sit-com "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air", it also stared this guy....

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Will Smith

Forget the back, poor me...

   You know the old joke about your back goes out more than you do....

    Well, my back decided to go out today, and hasn't gotten back yet... or at least not in a correct UN-painful position. But then it could be that it just pissed the muscles off by going out without them.
   What ever the cause, the rest of me is left to suffer the consequences. That means it is really hard to sit for long or stand or squat.

   What even worse … I know how to pick things up and bend and everything to prevent this from happening.  I was a pain therapist. I taught people how to take care of their backs. Okay I lectured most of them, but hey they wouldn't listen.... just like me.
   I told them over and over "do as I say....NOT as I do".

   Oh well I guess I will head to the bed with an ice pack and pout because once again my back went out without me.

Oh well, the upside of this is no housework...

I use to have this book... It has some great exercises in it 
for back pain as well as the correct posture to prevent it.

What is Memorial Day...

   What is Memorial Day? To many people, Memorial Day means a  3 day weekend, picnics, bar-b-q's, and SALES.

   When I was growing up it meant the official start of 3 whole months of Summer Vacation. School ended at Memorial Day and didn't start back until Labor Day. Family vacations were scheduled and planned. Now school doesn't let out until the first of June and starts back the middle of August. So much for getting in that extra day of Family time.

   But is that all Memorial Day means?

   No. That is not how it started out. My Grandfather was a marine in World War II, so I knew it had something to do with the remembering the dead. We would meet up with my relatives and all go to the cemetery to place flowers on the graves of our relatives.  My parents would point out the graves of great Aunts and Uncles, Grandparents and cousins. They would share stories about them and their lives. It was interesting, but hey, I was a kid that wasn't as exciting as the beach. Now I wish I had paid closer attention.

   Later on I found out that Memorial Day was actually to honor our service men who paid the ultimate sacrifice, and died for their family and their country. Veteran's Day is to honor all who served, but Memorial Day is for remembering those who died.
 
   Memorial day was originally called Decoration Day, and was started after the Civil War to honor the soldiers who had died. It was an unofficial ceremony that grew thought out the United States, until 1868 when General John A. Logan gave an official proclamation. The proclamation was made on May 5, 1868 and the first official holiday was May 30th, 1868.

   Decoration Day was changed to Memorial Day after World War I, when it became the day to honor all military who had died in any war.


   So in honor of those who fought and died for their families, beliefs and country I am posting these songs.




   This one was written and sung by Ssgt. Barry Sadler a medic in the Green Berets...





   This one was written by the grandson of Sgt. Charles Stuart MacKenzie, a member of the Seaforth Highlanders during World War 1, who died by bayonet while protecting a fallen friend....




   This one is dedicated to all military men and women. I have to warn you you will need another hankie for this one....

A Day in Paradise... #fridayflash

                                                                 
A Day in Paradise...

   The day started as any other day in Paradise. The gentle trade winds causing the fronds on the palms to wave a welcoming greeting to those at sea. The inhabitants of the island scurried about getting their day started.


   Along the shore the pool boys at the hotels were setting out clean towels on chase lounges. Cooks were good-naturedly  haggling over price with local fisherman and farmers. Hotel guess lazily started making their way out of their rooms to greet a new day.

   Yes, just another day in Paradise. The waves gently lapped the sands of the beach. Slowly in and out, in and out, in and out... the rhythm hypnotic and peaceful. Lulling you into a trance like state.

   Then the rhythm abruptly changed. The ocean inhales deeply followed by a jarring silence.

   Everything stops in mid-motion. The pool boys forget the towels. The cooks, fisherman, and farmers fall silent. The people lying on the beach slowly sit up. As if turned by invisible hands, all heads turn toward the ocean.

   The water rushing out as if pursued by the very devil himself, reveals the undersea cliffs and valleys of the great mountains that are Hawaii.

   The shore stretches out as far as the eye can see.  The shimmering scales of fish catch the eye as they flounder in the sand that, only moments before, was covered in water. In the distance the barnacle encrusted bones of once proud sailing ships are touched by the sunlight they have not felt in hundreds of years. The only hint that the ocean is still out there is the taste of salt on the breeze.

   Where has the ocean gone? What is happening?

   As the island seems to hold its breath, waiting for the return of the ocean. Two waves of movement are seen on land.

   The tourist move toward the strange site in awe. Cameras attached to their faces recording it all for the tales they will weave on their return homes. Oblivious to the fact the islanders are moving in the opposite direction toward the mountain tops.

    Running  and climbing higher and higher as fast as they can. They do not slowing down to look back. The islanders know what is coming. They have heard the stories passed down from the time of the Kings. The stories of the old gods, who would take the water from the shores only to bring it back to destroy and kill.

   Suddenly the quite is split with a ear shattering siren, and one whispered word becomes a roar … TSUNAMI.



©2010 Pamela Jo

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It's a bird, It's a plane, It's a CAR????

 

   This past weekend was The Houston Art Car Parade sponsored by The Orange Show. This is a free parade that every year turns into a bigger and bigger festival.
   The idea of the art car parade is if it has wheels and is decorated... you can enter it in the parade.


   Check out this car....

Peep Car

What did they use? Look closer...

Yes that's right it is Marshmallow Peeps.

This is one of my favorite drinks songs....

Margaritaville

What could be better on a hot Houston day....

   I'm not sure what this is but is I look in the mirror and see it... I'm letting it by.

Art Car Parade

   If you would like to check out some of the other participants check out the photos on Chanel 13 the Houston ABC affiliate. Be prepared to take a while there are 167 photos but there are some great cars. Check them out here. 

The first car was made by students. Great job don't you think?