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I know and the good citizens of Bohol knew that these would happened about the relief.We can be forever pointing fingers of who's who,not doing their job.Some people would suffer the lack of food and water before help arrived.Me personally I am lucky my town was not as bad as other towns,but there is something one can do.Like I pick one barrio to help and I picked Wolfpacks place because they needed help.Not much 5 sacks of rice,lots of water and noodles and goodies for kids...You call me bragging for telling but I am just giving a point that we have to help one another...Small help goes a long way.
My condolences and prayers goes out to the one family who's house fell  that leads to  their horrific  death .It is horrible.

I went out this weekend with a friend,it was rainy.Here I was ready to park behind a Chevy Avalanche {thank God no individulas inside},my foot slip from the brake and it happened  so fast  with panic hit the gas instead! I told my friend how many times I drove in major highway in and out,and here's a vehicle parked I hit.Next time I told my hubby I would buy a Chevy Avalanche,this truck barely has a scratch while my 2010 Nissan Titan V8 front bumper is badly damaged.What a bummer!

It is the talk at my husbands work about investing Iraqi Dinar.Some are already doing so.Is it a good idea ?

       The Last Leaf
I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
       And again
The pavement stones resound,
As he totters o'er the ground
       With his cane.

They say that in his prime,
Ere the pruning-knife of time
        Cut him down,
Not a better man was found
By the crier on his round
        Through the town.

But now he walks the streets,
And he looks at all he meets
         Sad and wan,
And he shakes his feeble head,
That it seems as if he said,  
          "They are gone."

The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
          In their bloom,
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
          On the tomb.

My grandmamma has said-
Poor old lady,she is dead
          Long ago-
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like a rose
          In the snow.

But now his nose is thin,
And it rest upon his chin
          Like a staff,
And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
          In his laugh.

I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
         At hin here;
But the old tree-cornered hat,
And the breeches,and all that,
Are so queer!

And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
         In the spring,
Let them smile,as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
         Where I cling.  
 
                                                 Oliver Wendell Holmes
                                                      [1809-1894]

 
 

Happy Birthday Ta.I hope you enjoy your trip to Oklahoma...

Cujo.
Cujo who?
Cujo please pass the salt.