I saw this on someones blog and decided to find out how much would my dead body be worth....and I was really disgusted!
$4150.00The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.
...and I thought it would have been at least a million LMAO!!!!!!
As you might have heard, we have a new cat in our blog world, so I wanted you guys to meet my dog, Tara. I suppose, if she was blond, she would look just like me....
We adopted Tara 5 months ago. She's a spoiled brat, she chews anything she can get hold of, sleeps more in all the beds in the house and rarely in her own , hates any kind of water which includes the sea...going to the beach is just for digging holes in the sand and chasing other dogs!
We were able to achieve 'SIT'....but I'm afraid that's about it!
Copper, how do you like my baby? Isn't she just adorable!
Interesting story, historical fact, legend...what ever...but makes one think twice...or more.
(taken from the web)
In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day
an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said,
"Socrates, do you know what I just heard about your friend?"
"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a
little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."
"Triple filter?"
"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a
good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. The first filter is Truth.
Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"
"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."
"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the
second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend
something good?"
"No, on the contrary..."
"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not
certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the
filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to
me?"
"No, not really."
"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor
even useful, why tell it to me at all?"
This is why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.
(...and on a much lighter note.....It also explains why he never found out his best friend was scre*ing his wife...lol)
Hey, just to thank you all for your best wishes and to tell you or rather show you, I'm doing fine....for the time being......took 5 ( they'll kill me) ...just to post a couple of pics and I'm off to the disco or what ever, I have to change first...............I'll be back on Saturday....I hope...!!!!!!!!
.Now....have I not stopped at 37?????????????? Don't you dare say NO.............(I turned 50 on the 21st of May 2007, just for the record)
I don't really have time to go through all the daily magazines and newspapers, except
reading the headlines, the only time I do more then headlines is when I'm at the hairdresser.
One particular article caught my attention, it covered more then 3 huge pages, about
the happiest man on the planet, Matthieu Ricard. A 60 year old French man, molecular
biologist, who gave away all his possessions in his 30s, and decided to dedicate his life
to Buddhism . His father was a well known philosopher, author of many books and
member of the French Academy which unites the intellectual elite of the Gal country.
His mother, dedicated most of her life as a surrealist painter, with great exit, and spent
the rest of her life as a Buddhist, herself.
So, this happy guy, is the only European who reads,speaks and translates the Tibetan
classics, acts as the right hand of The Dalai Lama, his compassion has converted
him in to the most influential figure of the Buddhist world, which conceded him the Order
of The French Nation by the French Government, his book The monk and the
philosopher sold more than 500.000 copies, only in French......
Yeah...
So, most of you, who know me, also know that I react to such stories, and my reaction
is usually : 'what the hell makes him more happy then all the rest of us', !!!!!??? The
guys at the University of Wisconsin, did not only rate his happiness, but also left all the
rest of us on the 'mistaken side'..huh?
Well, the rest of the article was his advice on growing old, death, solitude, identity,
conflicts within couples, family, physical deterioration, social relations and (of course)
happiness.
Now, sitting at the hairdresser while not paying attention at all to what he's up to, and
reading such an article, made me furious. I mean, this guy, 'left' this everyday world in
his 30s and he's talking about conflicts within couples (????), family, social relations,
and having the nerve to tell me as well as all the rest of us that we are all left in the
darkness of the 'mistaken side'....common!!!!! I bet he doesn't even know what a blog
is, not to mention that the 'other guy' having his way with my hair has by this time gone
too far with his damn scissors!
Maybe, a glance or two, over my glasses towards the mirror made this reaction more
evident, or was I suppose to go 'BALD, HAPPY and BRUNETTE for the rest of my
life'??????
The last drop were the words of my 'dear hairdresser' who 'HAPPILY' announced that
I was, NOW, NEW, MODERN, and MUCH YOUNGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, now, now, why do people think they can get away with 'what they think is right for
me'(?????????)....and stay calm or even worse, be happy with what they just
achieved with MY HAIR???!!!!!!! I wasn't sure at the moment, wether I should react to: NOW, or
maybe, NEW, MODERN or MUCH YOUNGER, first!
You know what, THIS IS WHAT WILL MAKE ME PERFECTLY HAPPY :
- next week, Tuesday, to be precise, I'll go back to my dear hairdresser and trash his
happy a**, make him do what I WANT with MY hair ( for what ever it takes) ....and tell
the bloody son of a bitch that I do not want to read any magazines or newspaper while
his having his way with MY HAIR.
Now, THAT is precisely what keeps me happy, for the time being.....
...and guess what, happiness was all about 'I'm so blogging this shit' (tx KJ).
