tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61912368473074025972024-03-12T20:01:59.498-07:00MemoirsObservations of a Jordanian living in Los Angeles..Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-88319059274637146232009-02-14T19:05:00.001-08:002009-02-14T19:09:37.207-08:00The rain has arrived..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZeG6gNyewI/AAAAAAAABkE/VqqO8UzZK4E/s1600-h/IMG_6726_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZeG6gNyewI/AAAAAAAABkE/VqqO8UzZK4E/s400/IMG_6726_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855425890351874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZeG6t_Y12I/AAAAAAAABkM/m3rVnIEQoDk/s1600-h/IMG_6691.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZeG6t_Y12I/AAAAAAAABkM/m3rVnIEQoDk/s400/IMG_6691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855429588047714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZeG6fkYUmI/AAAAAAAABj8/fmZh8mQ5wUE/s1600-h/IMG_6883_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZeG6fkYUmI/AAAAAAAABj8/fmZh8mQ5wUE/s400/IMG_6883_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855425716671074" border="0" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-80750304017906013032009-02-11T22:16:00.001-08:002009-02-11T22:26:52.334-08:00Minty Mornings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZO-3e8U36I/AAAAAAAABj0/AXXeDZolQuI/s1600-h/3271345338_90ae672fa1_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SZO-3e8U36I/AAAAAAAABj0/AXXeDZolQuI/s400/3271345338_90ae672fa1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301791046753378210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a beautiful morning with the scent of mint in the air. The tiny green leaves stretched and peeked from behind the bricks only to be kissed by the sun. Tea cups were waiting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anxiously</span> on the kitchen table.<br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-25933046098444858342008-12-07T13:26:00.000-08:002008-12-14T02:15:22.212-08:00Putting up the Christmas Tree<div style="text-align: justify;">Our Christmas tree is now standing next to the window. When we are not looking, it peeks from behind the shutters and looks outside. Sometimes, I catch it swaying lightly to a silent hymn. When we turn off the lights, I glimpse beautiful things: fireworks, winks, silver berries, red kisses, sparkling circles, and green mistletoe. I pointed my camera at its magical branches and took some frames:<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTRpnpFckI/AAAAAAAABi4/6Mfii4J0r_g/s1600-h/IMG_4985.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTRpnpFckI/AAAAAAAABi4/6Mfii4J0r_g/s400/IMG_4985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279575176131211842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/ST_8ljykzDI/AAAAAAAABio/hkMQXYD9fU8/s1600-h/3090819754_986a10fde1_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/ST_8ljykzDI/AAAAAAAABio/hkMQXYD9fU8/s400/3090819754_986a10fde1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278215010494237746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTTEnZ3-WI/AAAAAAAABjA/l8sTrOgBR5g/s1600-h/IMG_4990.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTTEnZ3-WI/AAAAAAAABjA/l8sTrOgBR5g/s400/IMG_4990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279576739435510114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/ST_8cTu9r0I/AAAAAAAABig/KUTTnAXM5AI/s1600-h/3090911540_69890a23cf_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/ST_8cTu9r0I/AAAAAAAABig/KUTTnAXM5AI/s400/3090911540_69890a23cf_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278214851565301570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTZDzb4oVI/AAAAAAAABjQ/UUU2ziebicY/s1600-h/DPP_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTZDzb4oVI/AAAAAAAABjQ/UUU2ziebicY/s400/DPP_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279583322555064658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTbaoeY5lI/AAAAAAAABjY/FJ9cyrlnMP8/s1600-h/IMG_4983.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTbaoeY5lI/AAAAAAAABjY/FJ9cyrlnMP8/s400/IMG_4983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279585913773024850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTRpM_cuvI/AAAAAAAABiw/H1ldwWN4L7A/s1600-h/IMG_5026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SUTRpM_cuvI/AAAAAAAABiw/H1ldwWN4L7A/s400/IMG_5026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279575168977255154" border="0" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-12933101239623221722008-11-26T09:18:00.000-08:002008-11-26T10:18:46.811-08:00When a woman loses a tool bag in spaceMany of us probably watched the video of the female astronaut who lost a tool bag in space:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vXdRUIZ_EM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vXdRUIZ_EM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Now here are some priceless comments on the video:<br /><br />-So now what! Shall we all on earth start wearing a security helmet? Shishhh!<br /><br />-*on earth somebody gets hit in the head* OW! WHAT THE HELL?!?!<br /><br />-Houston :: send up another Shuttle with a tool bag ... ASAP.<br /><br />-"umm. mission control, tell Arizona to lookout"<br /><br />-Stupid #@%&*, she should be restricted to making astronaut sandwiches and cleaning the inside.<br /><br />-Looks like it was done on purpose...<br /> ->unlike your birth which was a total accident. <br /> ->Or your existence which is a useless one. <br /><br />-Women, know your limits...<br /><br />-I'm just glad she wasn't drivin<br /><br />-This is why you don't put a woman to do a man's job. Shouldn't she be doing the dishes inside the space station or cleaning the male astronaut's laundry? What the hell is she doing out there.<br /><br />-Get back in the kitchen dummy.<br /><br />-Dang...MacGyver could figure out how to get it back!!! haha...o well no use cryin over spilt milk :)<br /><br />-Hey, I just got hit by a wrench that fell from the sky! Can I sue NASA for this or can I just sue the astronaut that lost her stupid tool bag????<br /><br />-What a charming mistake she made. Brings me back believe in womankind space traveling. A small mistake for Mrs. Stefanyshyn-Piper, but a great for mankind. I really appreciate this, I love and admire her. Too lot of space events are perfect, masculine, patriotic or only a very tragedy. She brought fun in space, and that`s what counts the lot.<br /><br />-For everything else MASTER CARD!! XD<br /><br />-When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut, when I see shit like this I don't have any regrets I didn't.<br /><br />-I was just sitting there , The Hatch just Blew . Nope , I didn't touch anything . It Just Blew.<br /><br />-"Lipstick no, compact no. What's with these wrenches? This isn't my bag!"<br /><br />-did they check lost and found ?? maybe someone handed it in<br /><br />-Women..*sigh*..<br /><br />-Luckily she doesn't work in nuclear industry.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-16605705183265545332008-11-21T16:05:00.000-08:002008-11-21T16:07:24.425-08:00Opening - Atlantis StyleJust watch:<br /><br /><embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1137883380" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=2821956001&playerId=1137883380&viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&domain=embed&autoStart=false&" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2008/11/21/grand-opening-party/">Neatorama</a>.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-71487464044169624362008-11-03T15:23:00.000-08:002008-11-03T15:36:05.334-08:00Expensive Accidents in HistoryAn interesting list of the <a href="http://www.wreckedexotics.com/articles/011.shtml">top 10 most expensive accidents in history</a> is featured in <a href="http://www.wreckedexotics.com/">Wrecked Exotics</a>. Here is # 10 and #7:<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Titanic</span>:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SQ-KWAoGjhI/AAAAAAAABiQ/0Saz1-hr6KA/s1600-h/Titanic+bow+railing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SQ-KWAoGjhI/AAAAAAAABiQ/0Saz1-hr6KA/s400/Titanic+bow+railing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264578600149356050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The sinking of the Titanic is possibly the most famous accident in the world. But it barely makes our list of top 10 most expensive. On April 15, 1912, the Titanic sank on its maiden voyage and was considered to be the most luxurious ocean liner ever built. Over 1,500 people lost their lives when the ship ran into an iceberg and sunk in frigid waters. The ship cost $7 million to build ($150 million in today's dollars).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#7</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">B-2 Bomber Crash</span>:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SQ-Kxj3mb4I/AAAAAAAABiY/o0uYl_Po3vg/s1600-h/ex_b22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SQ-Kxj3mb4I/AAAAAAAABiY/o0uYl_Po3vg/s400/ex_b22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264579073466068866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here we have our first billion dollar accident (and we're only #7 on the list). This B-2 stealth bomber crashed shortly after taking off from an air base in Guam on February 23, 2008. Investigators blamed distorted data in the flight control computers caused by moisture in the system. This resulted in the aircraft making a sudden nose-up move which made the B-2 stall and crash. This was 1 of only 21 ever built and was the most expensive aviation accident in history. Both pilots were able to eject to safety.<br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-14059579625595321392008-11-03T12:00:00.000-08:002008-11-03T12:13:19.878-08:00The Roof at NightI was standing outside where the moon bathed everything in its glow. I looked at the sky line and saw shadows racing on the walls.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7917962@N08/2995112228/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SQ9YyY_Yy0I/AAAAAAAABiI/TCs7pwdFj7o/s400/2995112228_2bf28f1486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264524112144419650" border="0" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-57932890562702665242008-10-18T23:27:00.000-07:002008-10-18T23:47:50.067-07:00Conversations III : In the Spirit of VotingWe were watching the last debate between Obama and McCain...<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lulu-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/conversations.html">Brother</a>(10 years old): Eh..I am voting for Obama for sure.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: Interesting thought. May I ask why?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brother</span>: I don't like McCain. McCain will ban abortion which is silly of course.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: who told you that?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brother</span>(In a worldly tone) : Why, everyone is talking about it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: Umm, do you know what the word "abortion" means?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brother</span>(huffing): Are you mocking me? of course I know what "abortion" means.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: What does it mean?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brother</span>: Women's right to vote. The nerve of McCain!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-40806393185862477802008-10-06T11:18:00.000-07:002008-10-06T11:52:46.241-07:00The Big Picture<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Awesome</span> photo blog with unique and fantastic high-resolution photos that cover different topics ranging from sports to astronomy. It became an addiction for me.<br /><br />To check The Big Picture, click <a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/">here</a>.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-13554045310320495822008-09-27T14:00:00.000-07:002008-09-27T15:38:26.253-07:00At the Greek<div style="text-align: justify;">We went to <a href="http://www.greekventuraharbor.com/">The Greek</a> restaurant on <a href="http://www.venturaharbor.com/">Ventura Harbor</a> yesterday. The food was great and the view was very nice. The view of the marina at night was very romantic with street lights casting shadows on the walk side.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN61QEB2m7I/AAAAAAAABEw/QAfxbSmKEK8/s1600-h/IMG_3261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN61QEB2m7I/AAAAAAAABEw/QAfxbSmKEK8/s400/IMG_3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250833503124626354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6q3L75gNI/AAAAAAAABEY/_IuXWl3qPCQ/s1600-h/IMG_3272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6q3L75gNI/AAAAAAAABEY/_IuXWl3qPCQ/s400/IMG_3272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250822080634126546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6q3kPwF3I/AAAAAAAABEg/e2b3q-aBSq4/s1600-h/IMG_3300.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6q3kPwF3I/AAAAAAAABEg/e2b3q-aBSq4/s400/IMG_3300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250822087159846770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6oOkOSXcI/AAAAAAAABEA/Edy5F8wpWec/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6oOkOSXcI/AAAAAAAABEA/Edy5F8wpWec/s400/IMG_3180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250819183755812290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6uI-PXzdI/AAAAAAAABEo/vjBeYvg1E8k/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6uI-PXzdI/AAAAAAAABEo/vjBeYvg1E8k/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250825684730236370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6oOx-o6bI/AAAAAAAABEI/2ywiCtRNjDY/s1600-h/IMG_3213.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6oOx-o6bI/AAAAAAAABEI/2ywiCtRNjDY/s400/IMG_3213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250819187448277426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6oPHkEarI/AAAAAAAABEQ/W3pOZ54nHIs/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SN6oPHkEarI/AAAAAAAABEQ/W3pOZ54nHIs/s400/IMG_3220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250819193242413746" border="0" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-70608339784905445432008-09-16T13:34:00.000-07:002008-09-16T13:41:20.343-07:00The Moral of the Story is...<div style="text-align: justify;">A wealthy old Gentleman decides to go on a hunting safari in Africa, taking his faithful, elderly German Shepherd along for the trip. One day the old German Shepherd starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.<br /><br />The old German Shepherd thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder, if there are any more around here?'<br /><br />Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!'<br /><br />Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes, but the old German Shepherd sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.<br /><br />The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.<br /><br />The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!<br /><br />Now, the old German Shepherd sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old German Shepherd says...<br />'Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!'<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Source</span>: Unknown. I received this as an email from a friend. If you know the source of this, please share it with us.<br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-7335575988165294342008-09-14T09:05:00.000-07:002008-09-14T09:26:06.260-07:00Great Commercials: Part #14<p><object style="WIDTH: 76px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="257" width="76"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgFw7o5hQtc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgFw7o5hQtc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p>A funny commercial from AT&T about their rollover minutes feature. I love the father's sharp wit. </p><p></p>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-85222409439449612192008-09-12T16:35:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:59:08.707-07:00Tricks of the Mind<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I flexed my fingers and resumed writing. The glow of the lamp softened the biting darkness. Words moved flawlessly across the page. Coldness started creeping to my right hand. I dropped my pen and massaged it with the left one. It felt as a ball of lava dropped in a sea of ice. I exhaled, closed my eyes, and rested my head back.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br />Ah.. the welcoming quietness.<br /><br />I heard it then...a faint sound. The hair stood on the back of my neck. Sudden coldness infested my feet. I sat rigid on my chair listening. The sound was menacing in its purposefulness. Someone (or something?) was pacing in my room. The sound of feet walking on a thick carpet emanated from the floor behind my back. This being decided to pay me a visit in the middle of the night. It wafted closer, and its light breath fanned the back of my neck. Icy needles shot through my spine and my back slumped.<br />I sat there like an old woman not daring to breath. My toes touched the cold floor under the desk, and the contact jolted me back to my senses. I turned around ever so slowly.<br /><br />Darkness started back at me, mocking me. </div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-65780087218377378432008-09-11T09:41:00.000-07:002008-09-11T11:41:23.596-07:00Living Your Fullest Potential<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SMljMRfb_II/AAAAAAAABDk/BQt1lbj0Hko/s1600-h/01680_sunsetandbirds_1280x720.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SMljMRfb_II/AAAAAAAABDk/BQt1lbj0Hko/s400/01680_sunsetandbirds_1280x720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244832303554493570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonathan Mead</span> from<span style="font-style: italic;"> <a href="http://zenhabits.net/">Zen Habits</a></span> has written a great article about reaching your fullest potential in life.</span></strong><br /><strong></strong></div><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br />"<a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://zenhabits.net/2008/09/7-essentials-for-living-your-fullest-potential/">7 Essential for Living Your Fullest Potential</a>" lists </span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> in a great and simple language </span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">useful ways to help you re-charge your potential to the max. Here is number 1 of the list:<br /></span></strong><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>1. Have an open mind</strong>. Everyone talks about how important having an open mind is. But what they don’t say is how much having an open mind can affect your potential. A lot of opportunities pass us by because we’re stuck in a limited pattern of thinking, or we’re afraid to take a risk. If there’s no actual real (or perceived) danger, take the risk. The worse that can happen is you’ll look silly. Having an open mind is the first step to reaching your potential, because it gives you the willingness to take risks. We’ll never be the best we can be by playing it safe. As the saying goes: “If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always be where you’ve always been.”</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">As a musician, when I make a mistake, I’ll cringe and think I sounded terrible. After I’m done playing and ask someone if they heard my mistake they usually say “What mistake?” There’s a good chance you see yourself more critically than other people do.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This had me thinking a lot about the way I perceive things, and the way I make choices. I want to toy with new ideas, and try new things, but I stumble out of fear or hesitancy most of the time. This needs to change.<br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-38186994859885758362008-09-11T09:17:00.000-07:002008-09-11T09:22:04.304-07:00London from SkyBeautiful photos of London from above at night. To see more click <a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SMlE8pgaA8I/AAAAAAAABDU/J91eqnpgWTo/s1600-h/london1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SMlE8pgaA8I/AAAAAAAABDU/J91eqnpgWTo/s400/london1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244799049774269378" border="0" /></a><br />Source: <a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/">The Big Picture</a><br />Photos by <a href="http://www.jasonhawkes.com/">Jason Hawks</a>.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-77295163452590496302008-09-04T15:51:00.000-07:002008-09-04T15:56:41.938-07:00A kiss from MommyI saw her kiss him, and I could not resist. I snapped a photo of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SMBnQV09zTI/AAAAAAAABDM/f3C7LRLfpfw/s1600-h/2776630609_ef2cf47d94.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SMBnQV09zTI/AAAAAAAABDM/f3C7LRLfpfw/s400/2776630609_ef2cf47d94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242303496694123826" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7917962@N08/2776630609/" title="A kiss from Mommy by mary_elissa, on Flickr"><br /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-22199347557023401082008-09-03T12:05:00.000-07:002008-09-03T14:56:20.957-07:00My Grandfather's Finger<div style="text-align: justify;">"It was a stroke of pure luck." He said.<br /><br />He held his stiffly-bent index finger in front of his face and smiled.<br /><br />"If it was not for that coincidence, I would not have joined the army." My grandfather chuckled.<br /><br />"What happened?" I asked in anticipation.<br /><br />"I was very young. A boy of no more that 10 years or so. I was playing with my mates when I lost balance and fell on my hand. I heard a muted crack, and I screamed. I broke my index finger."<br /><br />"They aligned my finger with a small stick and tied them both with a piece of cloth." He paused and stroked his silver hair.<br /><br />"The next day, I stood watching my friends play. I was fidgeting with my injured finger when the stick fell from its wrapping. I looked around, but I could not find it. Then the genius idea hit me." His eyes twinkled.<br /><br />"I put my index finger on top of the middle finger and tied them both. I thought, 'my other finger can serve as a stick'."<br /><br />He demonstrated this by crossing his index and middle finger.<br /><br />"Days passed by and no one paid attention. It was time to remove the wrapping. I spread my hand, and I noticed it. My index finger healed cleanly with a permanent bent."<br /><br />We both laughed.<br /><br />"Forward 8 years from that day, and I am standing in the health examination room for the army's applicants. The doctor looked at my hand and grimaced. He wrote something on my slip and dropped it in the box next to him."<br /><br />"We stood outside waiting for our names to be called. They were calling by first name only. I heard mine. I could not believe my ears. I was accepted after all. I took the piece of paper and went to the registration lines."<br /><br />I looked at him for a moment then realization dawned on me.<br /><br />"No!" I breathed.<br /><br />He chuckled. "Yes, there were two people sharing the same name. I accidentally took the man's slip, and he took mine. I did not realize it till much later."<br /><br />"What happened to the poor man?" I asked.<br /><br />"I wish I knew." He whispered softly.<br /><br />"Did they ask you to leave?" I asked, knowing the answer in advance.<br /><br />"No. They realized that I can use my hand perfectly fine. It was just a matter of abnormality in its look."<br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-87929554623727063312008-08-21T09:22:00.000-07:002008-08-21T09:24:53.998-07:00Free HugsPlease, hug someone you love today.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />From <a href="http://www.freehugscampaign.com/">Free Hugs Campaign</a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-28275437500644706792008-08-20T21:28:00.001-07:002008-08-20T21:50:40.667-07:00Toby is Biting Everything<a href="http://lulu-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/newest-addition-to-our-family.html">Toby</a> just can't help it. His specialty is chewing shoes and table clothes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxYXP6cwI/AAAAAAAABCU/MLirzSQ7sT8/s1600-h/Picture+172.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxYXP6cwI/AAAAAAAABCU/MLirzSQ7sT8/s400/Picture+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236825867584959234" border="0" /></a>Chewing his favorite toy, my winter slipper<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxYjaWgLI/AAAAAAAABCc/FabNf1vVjSE/s1600-h/Picture+170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxYjaWgLI/AAAAAAAABCc/FabNf1vVjSE/s400/Picture+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236825870849966258" border="0" /></a>Chewing the hem of my dress<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxZCpikfI/AAAAAAAABCk/NMDjl0cLGkQ/s1600-h/Tobey+060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxZCpikfI/AAAAAAAABCk/NMDjl0cLGkQ/s400/Tobey+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236825879235170802" border="0" /></a>Chewing the table cloth<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxZQdnulI/AAAAAAAABCs/5wgkyVbTNZk/s1600-h/Tobey+102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxZQdnulI/AAAAAAAABCs/5wgkyVbTNZk/s400/Tobey+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236825882943273554" border="0" /></a>Chewing his teething toy<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxZr-L2sI/AAAAAAAABC0/YJ5URVmZ3vM/s1600-h/Tobey+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKzxZr-L2sI/AAAAAAAABC0/YJ5URVmZ3vM/s400/Tobey+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236825890327616194" border="0" /></a>Almost chewing my sibling's hand<br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-4249070266595113322008-08-08T16:00:00.001-07:002008-08-12T08:11:32.671-07:00Morning Mummy..more like morning yummies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKGn3b9OY7I/AAAAAAAABBw/SXMzf5jKfQM/s1600-h/MorningMummies.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKGn3b9OY7I/AAAAAAAABBw/SXMzf5jKfQM/s1600-h/MorningMummies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SKGn3b9OY7I/AAAAAAAABBw/SXMzf5jKfQM/s400/MorningMummies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233648812820423602" border="0" /></a><br />Source: <a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2008/08/morning_mummies.html?CMP=OTC-5JF307375954">Craftzine</a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-16964800338794336652008-08-08T15:49:00.000-07:002008-08-08T15:57:44.628-07:00Ahmed, Say Something Funny<div style="text-align: justify;">While I was surfing through my former university's <a href="http://www.csun.edu/">website</a>, I found the following article that caught my attention:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CSUN Professor’s Documentary on the Life of an American Muslim Comedian to Premier at Film Festival.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;" id="date">(NORTHRIDGE, Calif., July 21, 2008)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> — The idea for the film, "Ahmed, Say Something Funny," was hatched about six years ago when Cal State Northridge </span><span style="font-style: italic;">cinema and television arts</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> professor Thelma Vickroy caught a performance of comedian Ahmed Ahmed at the Comedy Store in Hollywood....."I am interested in doing stories about people who are kind of on the outside but trying to make their way and be accepted," Vickroy said. "Ahmed was born in Egypt, but came here when he was only six months old and grew up in Southern California. He’s chosen one of the absolutely hardest careers you could possibly choose—to be a comedian and actor. I couldn’t resist." Vickroy spent the next five years chronicling Ahmed’s career from the stages at the Comedy Store to his international tour as part of the stand-up comedy team known as the "Axis of Evil."</span><p>You can read the rest of the article<a href="http://www.csun.edu/ua/publicrelations/press_releases/Summer08/vickroy.html"> here</a>.<br /></p></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-83083232699505889452008-08-08T15:42:00.000-07:002008-08-08T15:45:20.057-07:00Slow Motion LighteningAwesome video that I found <a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2008/08/08/lightning-in-slow-motion/">featured</a> in <a href="http://www.neatorama.com/">Neatorama</a>. I could not resist but share.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/luydcXrI6fk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luydcXrI6fk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-89197951741675236892008-07-31T20:52:00.001-07:002008-07-31T22:08:43.094-07:00Fishing TripPictures I took of our fishing trip in Lake Casitas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKM2a71AI/AAAAAAAABBQ/AO4XwamPqr8/s1600-h/Picture+610.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKM2a71AI/AAAAAAAABBQ/AO4XwamPqr8/s400/Picture+610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394070702117890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKMpvtNnI/AAAAAAAABBI/4F-bS40aCRQ/s1600-h/Picture+508.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKMpvtNnI/AAAAAAAABBI/4F-bS40aCRQ/s400/Picture+508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394067299579506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKNKLJqTI/AAAAAAAABBY/W5TJES3d0qE/s1600-h/Picture+611.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKNKLJqTI/AAAAAAAABBY/W5TJES3d0qE/s400/Picture+611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394076004624690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKN_Y4kWI/AAAAAAAABBo/DkwiPkHzAws/s1600-h/Picture+604.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKN_Y4kWI/AAAAAAAABBo/DkwiPkHzAws/s400/Picture+604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394090289303906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKNnLvELI/AAAAAAAABBg/nZB6li3wCS0/s1600-h/Picture+619.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyL7-hhG_-A/SJKKNnLvELI/AAAAAAAABBg/nZB6li3wCS0/s400/Picture+619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394083791704242" border="0" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-74584997427057433692008-07-31T20:33:00.000-07:002008-07-31T20:49:17.820-07:00Earthquake Fun<div style="text-align: justify;">I thought I became dizzy when my desk and monitor started shaking slightly. The shaking stopped for a breadth of a second then the dreaded tremors hit. The walls and the cubicles started swaying. I put my hand on the edge of my seat and held my breath. "Please God, don't let this one be the big one," I prayed silently. My mind went blank for a second then my thoughts went to my family at home. Gasps and exclamations rose from the cubicles surrounding me. I looked at the opposite building through the glass window from the 4th floor where I was sitting. I watched in fascination as the glass windows of the other building vibrated. It lasted about 20 seconds but it felt forever. It was a bitter reminder of the power of nature that we choose to forget.<br /></div><br />Did anyone feel the Los Angeles earthquake when it hit on Tuesday?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191236847307402597.post-33431292840503287742008-07-10T16:07:00.000-07:002008-07-11T15:45:17.148-07:00Quotes that Made Us Laugh and Wince - Part#2"If I had a choice of having a woman in my arms or shooting a bad guy on a horse, I'd take the horse. It's a lot more fun" - Kevin Costner, Actor.<br /><br /><br />"Whenever I watch TV and I see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I would love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff."<br />- Mariah Carey, Pop Singer.<br /><br /><br />"I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were ever supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever." - Miss Alabama, in the 1994 Miss Universe contest, when asked if she would want to live forever.<br /><br /><br />"The only happy artist is a dead artist, because only then you can't change. After I die, I'll probably come back as a paintbrush." - Sylvestor Stallone, Actor.<br /><br /><br />"If only faces could talk..." - Pat Summerall, Sportscaster, during the Super Bowl.<br /><br /><br />"Minks are mean little critters. Vicous, horrible little animals who eat their own. They're not beavers. I wouldn't wear beavers. I'd rather have a mink coat made of mean little critters that are killed in a very nice way and treated nicely for their short, mean lives so that I could keep warm."- Valerie Perrine, Actress.<br /><br /><br />"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body."<br />- Winston Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward.<br /><br /><br />"Always go to other peoples' funerals, otherwise they won't go to yours."<br />- Yogi Berra, Baseball player.<br /><br /><br />"Fiction writing is great, you can make up almost anything." - Ivana Trump, on finishing her first novel.<br /><br /><br />"I'd run over my own mother to win the Super Bowl."<br />- Joe Jacoby, NFL Football player, of the Washington Redskins.<br /><br /><br />"I have a God-given talent. I got it from my dad." - Julian Wakefield, Missouri basketball player.<br /><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://www.amusingfacts.com/facts/Geography_and_Space/">Amusing Facts</a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05779469888974806600noreply@blogger.com0