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    27 March

    SWEARING at WORK

       

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    DEAR EMPLOYEES:



    It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals

    throughout the company have been using foul language during the course

    of normal conversation with their co-workers.



    Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily

    offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated.



    We do, however, realize the critical importance of being able to

    accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers.



    Therefore, a list of 18 New and Innovative 'TRY SAYING'  phrases have

    been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can

    continue in an effective manner.



    Number 1

    TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training.

    INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the f___ you're doing.



    Number 2

    TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive go-getter.

    INSTEAD OF: She's a f ___ing bit__.



    Number 3

    TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late.

    INSTEAD OF: And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?



    Number 4

    TRY SAYING: I'm certain that isn't feasible.

    INSTEAD OF: No f___ing way.



    Number 5

    TRY SAYING: Really?

    INSTEAD OF: You've got to be sh___ing me!



    Number 6

    TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with...

    INSTEAD OF: Tell someone who gives a sh__.



    Number 7

    TRY SAYING: I wasn't involved in the project.

    INSTEAD OF: It's not my f___ing problem.



    Number 8

    TRY SAYING: That's interesting.

    INSTEAD OF: What the f___?



    Number 9

    TRY SAYING: I'm not sure this can be implemented.

    INSTEAD OF: This sh__ won't work.



    Number 10

    TRY SAYING: I'll try to schedule that.

    INSTEAD OF: Why the f___ didn't you tell me sooner?



    Number 11

    TRY SAYING: He's not familiar with the issues.

    INSTEAD OF: He's got his head up his a__.



    Number 12

    TRY SAYING: Excuse me, sir?

    INSTEAD OF: Eat sh__ and die.



    Number 13

    TRY SAYING: So you weren't happy with it?

    INSTEAD OF: Kiss my a__.



    Number 14

    TRY SAYING: I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.

    INSTEAD OF: F__ it, I'm on salary.



    Number 15

    TRY SAYING: I don't think you understand.

    INSTEAD OF: Shove it up your a__.



    Number 16

    TRY SAYING: I love a challenge.

    INSTEAD OF: This f___ing job sucks.



    Number 17

    TRY SAYING: You want me to take care of that?

    INSTEAD OF: Who the f___ died and made you boss?



    Number 18

    TRY SAYING: He's somewhat insensitive.

    INSTEAD OF: He's a pr_ck.



    Thank You,

    Human Resources

     

    \                           sexy weekend 

                                                  ~*~Paula~*~



     

     

    24 March

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY, McTell, Thursday the 27th

                                                                        
                  
      holiday_birthday_baloons     HAPPY BIRTHDA  holiday_birthday_baloons 
     
     
                        Bill2
                                BILL
     
     
    It has been just short of 2 years that I have been privileged to become friends with Bill. I had the honor of meeting him at the Las Vegas MSN Convention get together in September 2006. Since then, we have remained friends. He is a Southern Gentleman by nature , but most of all , he is a wonderful human being. I am blessed to have him as my friend.  Thank you my Friend, I am always here for you , if and when you ever need me.  May your "special" day be filled with LOVE, LAUGHS, and BLESSINGS.
     
    Now PAR-TAYYYYYYYYYYY ON !  happy bday jalepenos DUDESTER!!!!
     
                      
     
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                                         BILL,  McTELL , BILLY BOB, 
     
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                                               ~*~Paula~*~
     
     
     
                    
     
       
     
     
                                                  
     
     
                                                                       
     
                                                               
     
     
     
     
     
                                                     
                                                                    
     
    20 March

    WELCOME SPRING 2008

                         FLORABRAO FLORABRAO FLORABRAO
     
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                                                        Flowering Quince
     
     
                                       SPRING HAS SPRUNG
     
     
     Behold the miracle of SPRING. Let it's sights, sounds and aromas caress your heart and mind. Marvel at the sound and fury of its mighty storms, for without them, SPRING could not grow and flourish. Allow the magnificent glory of SPRING into your inner being, for this special season has magical healing powers.
     
     Luxurious green will return to trees, grass and bushes; beautiful flowers will bloom and birds will drift lazily to and fro on warm zephrys against the background of a deep blue sky. Their sweet music has a healing power of it's own.
     
     SPRING is the elusive second chance so many of us are looking for. It's a time of spiritual rebirth and fresh new hope. Transfer your sorrows and problems into the blessed, bountiful arms of SPRING, for in doing so you give them the power to create such a glorious season.
     
     Welcome the warmth, inspiration and beauty that God created into your soul, and a new better life will be yours.
     
                                                       
                                                                                        ~*~PJP~*~
                                                                   23 March 1999

     
    I love Spring. Each and every year I look forward to the signs of nature returning to the colorless landscape that the Winter season is capable of bringing us. All the Earthtone colors..replaced by vivid yellow, gorgeous purples, the purity of the whites, the bold contrasts of reds. The list goes on as we all know. Spring is a time to rejuvenate the spirit and soul. Slow down...take a look around. With each new blade of grass that pops up from the plentiful rains, warmth, and sunshine that is provided to us by Mother Nature, so should one's spirit. For it is a new beginning. Slow down and take a look and close your eyes and breathe in the new aromas. One can only smile at such beauty.
     

     
    Have a most wonderful weekend and SPRING. May the season of colors and warmth be yours..ALWAYS.
     
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                                                               ~*~Paula~*~
     
                          
     
     
    17 March

    LOVING YOU ALWAYS, ARTHUR

                     DOL seagulls
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                                                              seagulls
                                                             
     
    A few of you are aware that I lost my Father in 1995. It was sudden and of course, never expected at all. He had some ongoing "flu-like" symptons but the Dr's could not find the reasons for the continuous fever spikes, weight loss, and fatigue. Some weeks he would feel like himself...then suddenly..back to the hospitals for numerous tests that always turned out to be negative for any signs/clues as to his diagnosis. They would prescribe more antibiotics and apparently hoped for the "best". He never let on to me that he was seriously ill and the reason I think he did not is simple..he did NOT realize it himself. He took  all the physicians suggestions to heart and never doubted their professional knowledge for the many months of trips to and from the hospitals for all the tests.
     
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    I received a phone call from the Veteran's Hospital in Charleston, South Carolina in the early morning of May 22, 1995. My father had passed away. Apparently he was having trouble breathing and called an old family friend to accompany him ( drive) him to the hospital. The Doctor that phoned me..told me that my Father had passed away at 4:45 A.M. and the cause was not definite; however they "assumed" it was from acute pneumonia. 
     
                                     DOL
     
    Dad, not a day passes that you are not in my thoughts and prayers. I know that you are in a better place and now are pain-free. To some extent this eases my losing you so suddenly and not being able to say "goodbye" and be at your bedside. To this day..this still haunts me. If only I had known how ill you really were I would have been right with you. I cannot change the past.  
     
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    I am whom I am because of you. I can only be the best I can be. For this..I thank you, Father. May you rest in the arms of the Angels and swim with the dolphins. In honor of yours and my love of the ocean, I post this entry.
     
                                      DOL
     
                                                                 
     
                                                     
     
                       I LOVE YOU, Dad.  Thank you for being the Biological Father I never knew.
     
                     
                                         GOD INSPIRED                                                    
     
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                               MINI ME
                                                      Your LOVING Daughter, 
                                                                  Paula
     
     
                                                        
     
                                            
    11 March

    CONNIE DOVER..Celtic and Traditional

          
     
     
                                   Happystpatty3   
     
     I would like to introduce you to a petite, voice of an Angel, Lady by the name of CONNIE DOVER. I have been fortunate enough to have seen her 4 times in the KC area and all I can say is what a powerful voice!!! I hope you enjoy the song and I also hope that you check out the links I am providing. She lives in Weston, Missouri which is very close to Kansas City. Check out her website here. The song I have playing is a traditional one by Connie. "Shenandoah" is A Missouri River boatman's song which probably had it's origins as a capstan chanrey. This rare version of the widely known song was a favorite of rivermen and regular calvary at frontier outposts.
     
     Enjoy your Saint Patrick's Day.
     
     
     
     
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                                                             ~*~PJ~*~
                             (   Only until Tuesday...  )
     
                                                                                                   
     
     
     
     
                            
     
     
     
     
                                                                                     
                                                                            
     
             
           
     
                                                              
    08 March

    EYES

               
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    ~ Beauty of a Woman ~
    The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears...
    The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
    The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes...
    Because that is the doorway to her heart...
    The place where love resides.
    The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole...
    But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
    It is the caring that she lovingly gives...
    The passion that she shows.
    The beauty of a woman...
                                                                                                   With passing years --                                                                                                 
                  Only grows.           
     
     
      CR PAULA FACE    
    ~*~PJ~*~ 
                                                                                                                                                                                                
    SKY BLUE AND BLACK

    by Jackson Browne


    In the calling out to one another
    Of the lovers up and down the strand
    In the sound of the waves and the cries
    Of the seagulls circling the sand
    In the fragments of the songs
    Carried down the wind from some radio
    In the murmuring of the city in the distance
    Ominous and low

    I hear the sound of the world where we played
    And the far too simple beauty
    Of the promises we made

    If you ever need holding
    Call my name, I'll be there
    If you ever need holding
    And no holding back, I'll see you through
    Sky blue and black

    Where the touch of the lover ends
    And the soul of the friend begins
    There's a need to be separate and a need to be one
    And a struggle neither wins
    Where you gave me the world I was in
    And a place I could make a stand
    I could never see how you doubted me
    When I'd let go of your hand

    Yeah, and I was much younger then
    And I must have thought that I would know
    If things were going to end

    And the heavens were rolling
    Like a wheel on a track
    And our sky was unfolding
    And it'll never fold back
    Sky blue and black

    And I'd have fought the world for you
    If I thought that you wanted me to
    Or put aside what was true or untrue
    If I'd known that's what you needed
    What you needed me to do

    But the moment has passed by me now
    To have put away my pride
    And just come through for you somehow

    If you ever need holding
    Call my name, I'll be there
    If you ever need holding
    And no holding back, I'll see you through

    You're the color of the sky
    Reflected in each store-front window pane
    You're the whispering and the sighing
    Of my tires in the rain
    You're the hidden cost and the thing that's lost
    In everything I do
    Yeah and I'll never stop looking for you
    In the sunlight and the shadows
    And the faces on the avenue
    That's the way love is
    That's the way love is
    That's the way love is
    Sky blue and black    

                                                                                             EYES2

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                                                                                           

    02 March

    THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE

      **Have received numerous messages asking about the the composer of the song playing.. It is an ORIGINAL piece sent to me by a friend from out of state. It is titled "A PRELUDE TO A DREAM". It has yet to be published . Therefore, I am unable to give out his name, so just sit back and ENJOY IT!! I do.**
     
    The English Language
    Asylum for the Verbally Insane

    We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
    But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
    One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
    Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
    You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
    Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

    If the plural of man is always called men,
    Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
    If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
    And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
    If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
    Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

    Then one may be that, and three would be those,
    Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
    And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
    We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
    But though we say mother, we never say methren.
    Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
    But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

    Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
    There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
    neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
    English muffins weren't invented in England .
    We take English for granted,
    but if we explore its paradoxes,
    we find that quicksand can work slowly,
    boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig
    is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

    And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
    grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham.
    Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make
    amends but not one amend.
    If you have a bunch of odds and ends and
    get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

    If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
    If a vegetarian eats vegetables,
    what does a humanitarian eat?
    Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking
    English should be committed to an
    asylum for the verbally insane.

    In what other language do people recite at a play
    and play at a recital? We ship by truck but send
    cargo by ship. We have noses that
    run and feet that smell. And how can a slim
    chance and a fat chance
    be the same, while a wise man and a
    wise guy are opposites?

    You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of
    a language in which your house can burn up as
    it burns down, in which you fill in a form by
    filling it out, and in which an
    alarm goes off by going on.

    So if Father is Pop, how come Mother isn't Mop?

    And that is just the beginning--
    even though this is the end! 
     
     
    SEXY BACK AND RED FLOWER
     
    ~*~PJ~*~