William Shakespeare Toast!!!

Happy New Year's Eve, lets raise our glasses of sparkling grape juice and cheer in 09....

Come thou monarch of the Vine
Plumpy Bucas with pink eyen!
In the vats our cares be drowned
with thy grapes our hairs be crowned!
Cup us till the world go round,
Cup us till the world go round!

Toxic Audio: Voices Carry

Enjoy the video... amazing the human voice...

Happy Chanukah: Night Four

Dreidal Song by our South Park Buddies... Happy Chanukah Night Three

Track Santa

For all of those out there that would like to track Santa's progress on the 24th.

Happy Chanukah: Night Two

Oy, vey! I hope y'all are having a fabulous holiday season. Night Two.

Miracles: Cats keep lost boy warm

Miracles: Cats keep lost boy warm

Happy Chanukah: Night One

Happy Chanukah First Night

Ugly Doll Saved from Snarling Salivating Poodles

Ugly Doll Saved from Snarling Salivating Poodle:
December 13 2008, Brandon Florida

Ten Commandments That Were LOST... under my bed...

I. Mondays are to be avoided.

II. Eat a Reuben on Rye when you are about to stress.

III. Do what you love the money will find you!

IV. Friends drink good coffee together.

V. Jumping on beds, with a fan over the bed, not such a good idea.

VI. Cats are evil.... they know when you are allergic to them.

VII. Friends root for Florida State not Florida, Friends root for Colorado not Nebraska.

VIII. Thou shall never leave the towel on the floor or on the bed... (My wife put me up to it!)

IX. Thou shall always finish one project before moving onto the next...

X. Thou shall be thankful to all... then life is a pleasing aroma!

Grobes by Roald Dahl

From Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator
In the quelchy quaggy sogmire,
In the mashy mideous harshland,
At the witchy hour of gloomness,
All the Grobes come oozing home.

You can hear them softly slimeing,
Glissing hissing o'er the slobber,
All those oily boily bodies
Oozing onward in the gloam.

So start to run! Oh, skid and daddle
Through the slubber slush and sossel!
Skip jump hop and try to skaddle!
All the grobes are on the roam.

Holy, holy, holy: What is holy?

holy stadium, filled with black and gold boot stompers?
holy Sabbath and the Sunday New York Times?
holy linen coat on a cool autumn day, and the fallen leaf in my left hand?
holy coffee brewing up conversation?
holy bagel smeared with lox?
holy din shared at a Dave Matthews Concert?

Holy Is God Almighty!

Fireside Coffee!!! Enjoy!!!!

Fireside COffee: for all those who are cold right now check out my mom's recipe for FireSide Coffee... its the good stuff... just click the link to see her blog and recipe...!!!! Oh yeah, and least I forget, right now Central Florida is Sunny and 73 degrees, you might want to make plans to visit sometime... y'all....

Hebrews 8:5 They serve a copy...

Quote:Requiem for a Dream:

Sara Goldfarb: I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old.

She feels like she is somebody because she is able to do more work. She looks ridicules. But how different is it from our need to work to form our own version of traction. Her shadowed reality creates a world in which she feels she has that ability to make perfect. She is like an artist in love with his creation, like Peter Pan playing with his shadow, in her mind she works to be able to love.

Wow mom, look push down on lever and the water comes out!!!!

To Slice or Not to Slice

In the Eyes of a Customer in line at the Deli Counter:
Thin or thick that is the question,
Whether 'tis more right to be thin sliced or thick slice
The clerks never get it right, how outrageous fortune,
Should I go complain to the manager on duty about the messy slicers, the messy counters
And by saying something get it clean; or shut up and get my slice
The heartache from the fatty greasy ham.
That ham so greasy its bound to give me heartburn; tis perfect.
Devoutly to be wish'd. To slice, or not to slice;
For in that slice what sandwich dreams may come,
When we have gotten our meat and are at home.
Must give us pause- the savory smells
That makes our wait worthwhile.

-Written by Gregorio Roth

Ode to the things on my desk:

Scrambled Eggs, Garlic, and Onions Getting Cold
King James Bible
Three Journals
A Publix Apron Recipe for Parmesan Pork with Sauce
A Receipt from Sams for Gas of 30.33
Two tape dispensers
Scissors Laid Open
Thirty Sheets of Origami Crumpled Paper
Speakers playing the Podcast: Foul Monkeys Slinging the Pooh so that you don't have to.