Thursday, June 25, 2009

Michael Jackson......Dead at 50

Here I go again.....third post today. Michael Jackson,so so sad,I have always enjoyed his music and loved to watch him dance. Regardless of all the bad publicity I Still loved watching his performances,he was a talented entertainer.He will also be missed.

Farrah Fawcett....Dead at 62

I just heard about Farrah and had to comment. It's so sad and she fought so hard. Of course like most she wasn't a personal friend but in a way it seemed she was. She brought me endless hours of entertainment,I loved her made for t.v movies the most. The last few years of her life were hard in many ways. How could I have not shared a few of my memories of her since my sons shared a bedroom with her for quite awhile(remember the famous poster)and she greeted me every morning when I went in to straighten up their room? Not to mention the fact that I wore her hairstyle for many years,heck,I think I still wear it on occasion. I wanted to say "Farrah you will be missed by many".

Just Thinking!

Ageing: eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
The easiest way to find something that's lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
If at first you don't succeed, shouldn't you try doing it like your wife told you?
A penny saved is a government oversight.
The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
He who hesitates is almost certainly right.
Did you ever notice? The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are 'XL'.
If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.
The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt..
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today, it's called golf. Just Saying!