Wednesday, 5 August 2009



Can you answer this riddle?

Here is a pretty neat little thing from Paul Harvey.
See if you can guess the riddle at the end.

Paul Harvey Writes:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes, homemade ice-cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It would be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And that it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he/she wants to crawl under the covers with you because they're scared, I hope you let them.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom..

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to 'make' one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head..
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove, and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it..
And if a friend offers you dope or a joint ........ I hope you realize they are 'NOT' your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a ball through your neighbour's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen.. Sealed with a kiss.
And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
Send this to all of your friends.

We secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.

Paul Harvey RIDDLE: When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten
kids got the answer, compared to 17% of Stanford University Seniors.

"What is greater than God, More evil than the devil.
The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die"?

Send this to 10 people and then press the 'shift' key on your computer and you will get the answer.

Have a great life....



Saturday, 14 March 2009

Dave, Me, and the chalk-pit cave


Dave, Me, and the chalk-pit cave.

I’ve mentioned before in this blog about my old ‘friend’ Dave. (Dave’s Vault of Evil).
Well, just across the road from Dave’s house was a disused chalk-pit. (One of many in the area). We were a bit bored, so Dave suggested we make a Secret Cave for ourselves by cutting one into the side of the chalk-face. We could keep ‘stuff’ there that we wanted to keep secret from our parents and friends. This was to be ‘only’ know to us. We wouldn’t tell another living soul about it. EVER!

YEP! Seemed like a great plan to me, and off we went with our bowie knives and a hand-axe to burrow away into our future ‘Den’. We spent almost three whole days digging and carving our way into the pit wall, and I have to admit, it looked great.

We cut hollows into the walls so that we could store stuff away. Dave had his side, and I had mine. We stocked it full of apples, cherry’s, pears and damsons which we scrumped from the nearby orchards. We had several bottles of ‘Corona’ lemonade and cherryade, which Dave filched from his Mum’s larder. (They were well-off and she used to stock up with such things). All in all, our Den was a ‘crackin’ little place which no-one knew about, except us.

We built it fairly high up the chalk-face to deter would-be nosey parkers, but we would get covered in chalk each time we went there as we scrambled up to get in. So we had the idea of cutting steps, a bit like a ladder, into the chalk so that we could get up there a lot quicker and cleaner. (Even if it did mean the nosey-parkers might also get up there easier).

It took us a Saturday morning to cut out our steps, and once done, we decided to go back to Dave’s house and get his Mum to cook us some lunch. She was very kind like that. (As most were in those more sociable days).

Lunch eaten, a quickie game of chess to let our lunch go down and it was back to the ‘Den’. Except it WASN’T!…..It wasn’t there any more AARRGGHH!!

Where we’d cut in too deep for our steps, we’d obviously weakened the whole wall and it had all collapsed into a pile of rubble at the foot of the chalk face. Bits of our ‘stuff’ could be seen broken and smattered throughout the heap, making for a very sad day for both of us.

Then, we both looked at each other, realising at the same time that if we’d not gone to lunch, and played our game of chess afterwards, WE might have been ‘smattered’ in the rubble as well. NO. We didn’t carve ourselves out another one. Instead, we found a dirty great big Pine tree near the building site just up the road from ‘My’ house, where we built the best tree-house modern building materials could build.
(All FREE! {:-)