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Native Tidbits

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on October 6, 2008 by vbrice

The term “feather in your cap” came from the American Indian tradition
of obtaining feathers for headdresses. Birds were captured, some
feathers plucked, and the birds were released. Each feather represented
an act of bravery. The fashion of decorating hats with feathers declined
in the twentieth century because too many birds were being slaughtered
for their feathers.

The term “counting coup” or just simply “coup” that has come to mean one
studio signing a major star over another studio actually came about from
the Indians. When different sects of the same tribe would get together,
i.e. the Seminole creeks and the Muskogee creeks, they would ride against
each other in a type of war game. The only difference is they would use
sticks or branches painted different colors to “attack” with. Each hit
would be a coup. At the end of the match they would simply “count coup’
to determine a winner. I find it amazing how much of our language in
America actually comes from the Indian language.

Some Common Sense

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on September 3, 2008 by vbrice
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz, the creator of the ‘Peanuts’ comic strip.
You don’t have to actually answer the questions.
Just read this straight through, and you’ll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is , none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies..
Awards tarnish.
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special!!
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Easier?
The lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials..
the most money…or the most awards.
They simply are the ones who care the most‘Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today.
‘Be Yourself. Everyone Else Is Taken!’

Native American was potato chip inventor

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 21, 2008 by vbrice

Hi ,I found out today that a Native American named George Crum invented the first potato chips. It was way back in 1853 and this guy lived  and worked in Saratoga Springs, New York at a fancy resort. He was the chef and he made fries the thick-cut French way that was popular since the 1700’s. He only made them thinner because of customer that didn’t like his thick fries. He made them thinner , the customer still complained so in anger he made them real thin. The customer loved them and then others wanted his thin potatoes. Potato chips are the number one snack food.

When you thought I wasn’t looking….

Posted in family with tags , , , on July 29, 2008 by vbrice
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint you a new one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each
other.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you give of
your time and money to help people who had nothing,
and I learned that those who have something should
give to those who don’t.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’ t
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I learned most of life’s lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I looked at you and wanted to say,’Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn’t looking.’  
This is something I got in an email that spoke to me, it says something I would say up to the sky to my Mom who is with the creator. Thanks Mom, I miss you. 


BEER DRINKING

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 18, 2008 by vbrice

 

 

  THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Innovative

2. Preliminary

3. Proliferation

4. Cinnamon

 

 

 THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Specificity

2. Anti-constitutionalistically

3. Passive-aggressive disorder

4. Transubstantiate

 

 

 THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN  DRUNK:

1. No thanks, I’m married.

2. Nope, no more booze for me!

3. Sorry, but you’re not really my type.

4. Taco Bell ?  No thanks, I’m not hungry.

5. Good evening, officer! Isn’t it lovely out  tonight?

6. Oh, I couldn’t! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke

7. I’m not interested in fighting you.

8. Thank you, but I won’t make any attempt to dance, I

    have no coordination. I’d hate to look like a fool!

9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to pee in

    this parking lot or on the side of the road.

10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning. 

 

 

 

BBQ Rules

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on July 11, 2008 by vbrice


We are about to enter the summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity, as it’s the only type of cooking a ‘real’ man will do, probably because there’s an element of danger involved.

When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:

Routine…
(1) The woman buys the food.

(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.

(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along
with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man
who is lounging beside the grill – beer in hand.

Here comes the important part:
(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

More routine…
(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.

(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He
thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the
situation.

Important again:
(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

More routine…
(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins,
sauces, and brings them to the table.
(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

  And most important of all:
(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.

 

(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ‘her night off.’ And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women…

WHAT!   Everyone enjoy your grilling season wherever you may be.

Might as well Dance

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on May 30, 2008 by vbrice

A beautiful story: enjoy!

When I drove up in my taxi cab at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark 
except for a single light in a ground floor window. 
  Under these circumstances, many taxi drivers would just honk once or 
twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.
But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their
only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I 
always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my 
assistance, I reasoned to myself. 
 So I walked to the door and knocked. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, 
elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. 
  After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood 
before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil 
pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. 
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one 
had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. 
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the
counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and 
glassware. 
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to 
the cab, then returned to assist the woman. 
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. 
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her. ‘I just 
try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated’.
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy’, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
me an address, and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly. 
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. 
  ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice’. 
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have
any family left,’ she continued. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ 
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the
building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. 
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when 
they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse 
that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. 
  Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner
and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said , 
‘I’m tired. Let’s go now.’ 
We drove in silence to the address she had given me.It was a low building, 
like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a 
portico.
 Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were 
solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been 
expecting her. 
  I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was 
already seated in a wheelchair. 
‘How much do I owe you?’ she asked, reaching into her purse. 
‘Nothing,’ I said 
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. 
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. 
  Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me 
tightly. 
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. 
‘Thank you.’ 
  I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind 
me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. 
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in 
thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman 
had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? 
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven 
away? 
  On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important 
in my life. 
  We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. 
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what 
others may consider a small one. 
  PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY 
WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.


  Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as 
well dance. 
  

A legend about the Cherokee

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 31, 2008 by vbrice

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian? Here is a little story I found. It is about the rite of passage. His father takes him into the forest,blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it.  He cannot cry out for help to anyone. once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of  this experience  as each lad must come into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally  terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises around him. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth,and shook his stump,but he sat stoically,never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!

Finally,after a horrific night, the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been on watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm. We, too, are never alone. Even though we don’t know it, our Heavenly Father is watching over us, sitting on the stump  beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.

The moral of the story is: Just because you can’t see God doesn’t mean He is not there.

 ” For we walk by faith,not by sight”   2 Corinthians 5:7

Spring and random thoughts

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 26, 2008 by vbrice

I finally found out about the crazy paper thief at my job. He has admitted he has a bad problem and is getting help. He is a strange guy. I really hope the dude gets better and will be glad when he is gone. He really thought he could get away with it and my intuition was right on. When I first met him I did not like him and I usually like everyone. I had a busy week so far. I moved my office with help from some people we hired for the day. It was fun to move and now I work with two other ladies and I see more of the other people I work with too because they are all just down the building and around the corner. Today I got everything set the way I like it and now am settled in. I am in a yellow office. The main reason I moved is because the two ladies had to move out of their building too. The people that are moving into their old area are getting out of the building my boss owns. We are going to move into that building in September but first it has to be renovated. We will have to move one more time but it was not as bad or as hard as I thought so I really don’t mind moving again. I am stiff and sore but only because I really lifted a lot of cardboard boxes. My husband knew I was moving and made supper. I took a relaxing bath and then watched Idol. Spring is definitely here as my dog Zeke is getting muddy paws. My dog has big feet! The mopping of my kitchen has begun. I did a poop scoop search as more snow has melted as I am sure a lot of dog owners do. I spotted my first robin of the year over the weekend and today I heard one! I have daffodils and tiger lilies and hyacinths sprouting along with fresh green little blades of grass!

more soon: I have to read emails yet tonight.

The Mystery of the Missing Paper

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 18, 2008 by vbrice

It all started right around the time we hired two new guys at work. One was a computer guy who went to college, the other guy was hired because he was the nephew of our boss. He and I worked in the same building. The computer guy worked everywhere we had offices so he was in and out alot. I was real surprised when I had to order paper for our building as we never had a lot of use for it. I ordered some though and then I started to keep an eye on the reams by checking the boxes every Friday. I started to notice the printers getting lower each week too and that in itself was surprising. Sure enough a ream or two continued to be missing each week. I told the manager above me and she alerted my boss. My boss called me and I explained what I was noticing. She sent out an email to all employees saying how much she paid for the paper and the honesty of all that worked for her. She made her point because for awhile the paper thief stopped. I had my suspicions that it was the guy that worked with me. My boss on the other hand and a few others thought it was the new computer guy. Well our boss went on vacation and the paper thief hit again while she was gone. We started keeping a count on the printers, we were amazed as some days the thief printed off over two to four hundred sheets! What could he be printing we wondered. We now knew why a whole ream would be gone,one ream has five hundred sheets. We also deducted that the only one that was available to do this was the guy I worked with. He knew I left early so he printed when I left, he also had access to the other area where my boss worked and he worked there when she was on vacation too. So we knew it was him and waited to tell the boss when she came back. It was not what we all thought, he did not get fired. Can you believe it? He had a talking to and the boss said it was taken care of. We know relatives are a sticky situation but a thief and you still want him around! We all are real disappointed. We don’t  want him around, we don’t know what he printed a ton of. Could it have been books? We are puzzled with how she took care of it, wouldn’t you fire him, she knew her toner cartridges were out more than normal as she told someone else about it. The cost of that is more than the boxes of paper which we all estimated to be around six thousand and counting. We shall see how things go as everyone knows he is the thief. Anyone else work with a known thief?