Saturday, March 27, 2010

Ever see an iceberg from top to bottom? 'Cool'

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FW: Ever see an iceberg from top to bottom?  
Ever see an iceberg from top to bottom? 'Cool' 

 This came from a Rig Manager 
For Global Marine Drilling
In St. Johns , Newfoundland .
They actually have to divert the path
Of these things away from the rig
By towing them with ships!

Anyway, in this particular case 
The water was calm and
The sun was almost directly overhead
So that the diver was able to get into the water
And click this picture.
They estimated the weight at 300,000,000 tons.

Pretty Cool!! Pass it on


Posted via email from andjoh's posterous

What if there isn't anymore?

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What if there isn't anymore?

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't "anymore". No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say"I love you." 

So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick.. This is true for marriage, and old cars, and children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. 

Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what. 

Life is important, like people we know who are special.... and so, we keep them close! 

I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it, if you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake up - do all your friends know you love them? 

I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds that needed to be healed, friendships that needed to be rekindled or three words that needed to be said. 

Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile 
J can do. And just in case I'm gone tomorrow... 


Live today because tomorrow is not promised.

Posted via email from andjoh's posterous

Monday, March 15, 2010

Fwd: We was brung up proper!-Good old days (plus dripping)

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Add to the diet plenty of dripping!!!
(Fat collected from beef and lamb usually) Bread and dripping.. chips cooked in dripping etc etc

WE WAS BRUNG UP PROPER!!"And we never had a whole Mars bar until 1993"!!!
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930's 1940's, 50's, 60's and early 70's !

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, no pizza shops, McDonald's , KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because........


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,
no video/dvd films,

no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time...

And mum used to make Christmas Pudding with thrupences in it, if we had extra she would put sixpneces in

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and bully's
always ruled the playground at school.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO


And YOU are one of them!


You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

PS -The big type is because our eyes are not too good at our age anymore

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Fwd: [Fwd: FW: Irish Blessing - I WANT THIS BACK!]

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Irish Luck - Remember to send it back!

I want this back. It DOES work.

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog.. He dropped his tools

and ran to the bog..

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's listening..

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

It's National Friendship Week. Send this to everyone you consider A FRIEND.

Pass this on, and brighten some one's day.

AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH: You had better send this back!! Good Luck!

I hope it works...

May there always be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your windowpane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your
heart with gladness to cheer you.

and may you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead.

OK, this is what you have to do.... Send this to all of your friends.

But - you HAVE to send this within 1 hour from when you open it!

Now.....Make A wish!! I hope you made your wish!

Now then, if you send to:

1 person --- your wish will be granted in 1 year
3 people --- 6 months

5 people --- 3 months

6 people --- 1 month

7 people --- 2 weeks

8 people --- 1 week

9 people --- 5 days

10 people --- 3 days

12 people --- 2 days

15 people --- 1 day

20 people --- 3 hours

If you delete this after you read it, you will have 1 year of bad luck!

But, if you send it to 2 of your friends, you will automatically have 3 years good luck!!!

Thursday, March 4, 2010


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In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after
graduating from Northwestern University

On a hike through the bush, he came across a
young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.

The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter
approached it very carefully.

He got down on one knee, inspected the
elephants foot, andfound a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.

As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife,

after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to face the man, and with
a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments.

Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else
but being trampled.

Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly,
turned, and walked away.

Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Twenty years later, Peter was walking through
the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.

As they approached the elephant enclosure, one
of the creatures turned and

walked over to near where Peter and his son
Cameron were standing.

The large bull elephant stared at Peter,
lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down.

The elephant did that several times then
trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could
not help wondering if this was the same elephant.

Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over
the railing, and made his way into the enclosure.

He walked right up to the elephant and stared
back in wonder.

The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its
trunk around one of Peter legs

and slammed him against the railing,
killing him instantly.

Probably wasn't the same fucking elephant.

This is for everyone who sends
me those heart-warming
bullshit stories.