Tuesday, March 11, 2008


Once in Brazil a plane crashed, only a monkey who was traveling in the plane was left alive. Fortunately the monkey was intelligent enough to understand our language and reply in actions.

The officials went to see the monkey in the hospital and had a talk with the monkey.

Officer: "When the plane took off what were the travelers doing?"
Monkey: "Tying their belts"
Officer: "What were the air hostesses doing?"
Monkey: "Saying Hello! Good morning!"
Officer: "What were the pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Checking the system"
Officer: "What were you doing?"
Monkey: "Looking for my people"

Officer: "After 10' minutes what were the travelers doing?"
Monkey: "Having beverages and snacks"
Officer: "What were the air hostesses doing?"
Monkey: "Serving the travelers"
Officer: "What were the Pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Handling the steering"
Officer: "What were you doing?"
Monkey: "Eating & throwing"

Officer: "After 30 minutes what were the travelers doing?"
Monkey: "Some were sleeping and some were reading"
Officer: "What were the air hostesses doing?"
Monkey: "Make up"
Officer: "What were the pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Handling the steering"
Officer: "What were you doing?"
Monkey: "Nothing"

Officer: "Just before plane crash what were the travelers doing?"
Monkey: "All were sleeping"
Officer: "What were the pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Handling the air hostess"
Officer: What were you doing?
Monkey: Handling the steering!!!!!

No more Questions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

True love

I was walking around in a store. I saw a
Cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough
money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman
Next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have
Enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you
Don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for 5
Minutes while she went to look around. She left

The little boy was still holding the doll in
His hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him
Who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and
Wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will
Bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus
Can't bring it to her where she is now.

I have to Give the doll to my mommy so that
she can give it to My sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My
Sister has gone to be with God.

Daddy says that
Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I
Thought that she could take the doll with her to
Give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said:
"I Told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her
To wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
Where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy
To take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have
To leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be
With my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad
Eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to
The boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you
Do have enough money?''

"Ok" he said "I hope that I have enough."I
Added some of my money to his without him seeing and
We started to count it. There was enough for the
Doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for
Giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added "I asked
Yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have
Enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give
It to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a
White rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask
God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the
Doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady came again
And I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally
Different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy
Out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article
2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit
A car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the
Mother was left in a critical state. The family had

To decide whether to pull the plug on the
Life-assisting machine, because the young lady would
Not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the
Little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young
Lady had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch
Of white roses and I went to the funeral home where

The body of the young woman was exposed for people
To see and make last wishes before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a
Beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of
The little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that
My life had been changed forever. The love that this
Little boy had for his mother and his sister is
Still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a Fraction of a second, a drunk
driver had taken all This away from him.

The mom test

I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter.

She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

'Why?' my daughter asked. 'Because it's been on the ground, you don't know where it's been, it's dirty, and probably has germs' I replied.

At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, 'Momma, how do you know all this stuff, you are so smart.'

I was thinking quickly. 'All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mom Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mom.'

We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.

'OH...I get it!' she beamed, 'So if you don't pass the test you have to be the dad. ''Exactly' I replied back with a big smile on my face.

-Rita skinner

Anger management

Husband to wife: When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you control your anger?

Wife: I clean the toilet bowl.

Husband: How does that help?

Wife: I use your toothbrush.

Believe it or not

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A teacher told her young class to ask their parents For a family story with a moral at the end of it, and To return the next day to tell their stories.

In the classroom the next day, Joe gave his example First, "My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One Day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket On the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump In the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the Eggs broke."

The moral of the story is not to put all Your eggs in one basket..

"Very good," said the teacher.

Next, Mary said, "We are farmers too. We had twenty Eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got Ten chicks."

"The moral of this story is not to count Your chickens before they're hatched .."

"Very good ," said the teacher again, very pleased with The response so far.

Next it was Barney's turn to tell his story: "My dad Told me this story about my Aunt Karen.... Aunt Karen Was a flight engineer in the war and her plane got Hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all She had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a Machete."

"Go on," said the teacher, intrigued.

"Aunt Karen drank the whiskey on the way down to Prepare herself; then she landed right in the middle Of a hundred enemy soldiers. She killed seventy of Them with the machine gun until she ran out of Bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete Till the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten With her bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What did Your father say was the moral of that frightening Story?"

The child said "Stay away from Aunt Karen when she's been Drinking..."