FAMILY….a poem*

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Whack…It hit me
I was not alone in this world
Aside from my personal beliefs
I also realized I had a family
They sometimes make me wish I was an ostrich
so I could escape from the craziness for a while
but, most of the time ..I welcome those comfy pillows being flung my way
I love pillow fights
I love belonging
I love silliness in my world
Hey, I guess I
LOVE MY FAMILY*

Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

LET ME THINK FOR A MOMENT*

WHICH ONE OF THE FOLLOWING BEST FITS YOUR WAY OF THINKING THESE DAYS?

1. PESSIMIST …..” a person who expects the worst.”
2. OPTIMIST ……”a person disposed to take a favorable view of things.”
3. REALIST …..” a person who accepts the world as it literally is and deals with it accordingly.”

LAUGH with DORAZ……IRISH HUMOR*

At 85 years of age, Patrick marries Kate, a lovely 25 year old. Since her new husband is getting on in years, Kate decides that after their wedding she and Patrick should have separate bedrooms, because she is concerned that he might overexert himself if they spend the entire night together.
After the wedding festivities Kate prepares herself for bed and the expected “knock” on the door. Sure enough the knock comes, the door opens and there is Patrick, her 85 year old groom, ready to make love. They unite as one. All goes well, Patrick takes leave of his bride, and she prepares to go to sleep. After a few minutes, Kate hears another knock on her bedroom door, and it’s Patrick. Again he is ready for more love-making. Somewhat surprised, Kate consents. When the newlyweds are done, Patrick kisses his bride, bids her a fond goodnight and leaves. She is set to go to sleep again, but, aha you guessed it – Patrick is back, rapping on the door, and is as fresh as a 25-year-old. Once more. they enjoy each other. But as Patrick gets set to leave again, his young bride says to him, “I am thoroughly impressed that at 85 you can perform so well and so often. I have heard that most men a third of your age are only any good just once. You are truly a great lover, Patrick.” Patrick, somewhat embarrassed, turns to Kate and says: “You mean I was here already?”

TASMANIAN DEVIL*

I was visiting my blogging friend….
TONY….who lives in Tasmania. My hubby come by my office and reminded me that he was in Australia during the time he worked for the airlines. He had the chance to visit Tasmania. He told me he actually saw Tasmanian Devils, and HAS THE ABOVE PHOTO as proof. He had another one of them mating, which I felt was no appropriaye for my PG-13 blog! LOL He said he liked where
TONY is from and it is beautiful countryside. I wanted

TONY to know that.We even talked about moving to Australia one day. Who knows

TONY….I might be your neighbor! …LOL
You have some time to get Flat Tony to find some of those Tasmanian Devils to keep me away!.. LOL If you all have a chance, please visit

TONY and check out all the fun stuff he has going on at his blog! You will SMILE! I ALWAYS DO! Thanks!

SOME facts from WIKIPEDIA

1. Tasmanian Devils are widespread and fairly common throughout Tasmania, but are quickly dying from a facial cancer.

2. The Tasmanian Devil (Sarcophilus harrisii) is a carnivorous marsupial now found in the wild only in the Australian island state of Tasmania.

3. Tasmanian Devils eliminate all traces of a carcass, devouring the bones and fur in addition to the meat and internal organs. In this respect, the devil has earned the gratitude of Tasmanian farmers, as the speed at which they clean a carcass helps prevent the spread of insects that might otherwise harm livestock.

IS ANYONE AROUND?*

WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU REPEAT OFTEN TO YOURSELF WHEN NO ONE IS AROUND

LAUGH with DORAZ……Anniversary Fun*

During their silver anniversary, a wife reminds her husband “Do you remember when you proposed to me? I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t talk for an hour.” The husband replies “Yes, honey, that was the happiest hour of my life.

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A couple were celebrating their Golden Wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of the long and happy marriage. ‘Well, it dates back to our honeymoon,’ explained the husband. ‘We visited the Grand Canyon and took at trip down to the bottom of the canyon by pack mule. We hadn’t gone too far when my wife’s mule stumbled. My wife quietly said, “That’s once.” We proceeded a little further when the mule stumbled again. Once more my wife quietly said, “That’s twice.” We hadn’t gone half a mile when the mule stumbled a third time. My wife took a pistol out of her pocket and shot the mule. ‘I started to protest over her treatment of the mule when she looked at me and quietly said, “That’s once.”

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Jamie asks his wife, Julie, what she wants to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. “Would you like a new mink coat?” he asks. “Not really,” says Julie. “Well how about a new Mercedes sports car?” says Jamie. “No,” she responds. “What about a new vacation home in the country?” he suggests. She again rejects his offer with a “No thanks.” “Well what would you like for your anniversary?” Jamie asks. “Jamie, I’d like a divorce,” answers Julie. “Sorry, I wasn’t planning to spend that much,” says Jamie.

I’M NOT GOING THERE….a poem*

Why is it that every time we speak
you want me to bow down and be weak
and follow in your path
of self-destruction?

I will continue to stand tall
and not allow myself to fall
If you want, you can take the other path
of self-destruction.

You see, I have learned to be
happy, peaceful and carefree
NOT oblivious in anyway
Just choosing to stay
away from self-destruction.

So snap out of it and be
the person inside of you who wants to be free
Away from the pain, torture, and lies
in the home of self-destruction.

Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

WHAT WAS THE QUESTION*

WOULD YOU RATHER ASK A QUESTION OR ANSWER A QUESTION?

LAUGH with DORAZ….The Brain*

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A LESSON FROM PINKY AND THE BRAIN…..CUTE ONE*

Psychology Class

A college psychology class was studing human reaction to sexual stimulus and of special interest was the frequency of amorous relations.

”How many students here,” said the professor, ”engage more than once a week?”

Five people raised their hands.

”And how many engage once a week?”

Ten hands went up.

”How many twice a month?”

Eight hands went up.

”Once a month?”

Four hands were raised.

”And how may once a year?”

A little guy in the back waved his hand frantically and giggled hysterically.

”If you engage only once a year,” said the professor, ”I don’t see what you’re so overjoyed about.”

Flush with excitement, the little guy said, ”Yeah, but tonight’s the night!”

MAXINE for a SATURDAY CHUCKLE*