TGIF - 29 January 2016


Greetings on this last Friday of January and the last day of this work week, “thank God!” you say. I say it’s just another day in the week and the month and the year. Sorry. But Friday has always been my favorite day. And for the last 20 years, it is an especially good Friday and feeling if I’ve managed to issue a TGIF message - that feeling of making the deadline and then being able to relax.

I have really enjoyed hearing from many friends recently in response to something I’ve written in these introductory paragraphs. That is also a good reason “to keep on keepin’ on” as my Dad used to say. It’s so nice to hear from old friends.

Before I dive into this week’s joke bag, which looks pretty good, I must say, I have to share with you a local story. I believe it’s an example of truth being stranger and funnier than fiction. As Dave Barry would say, “You can’t make this stuff up!”

A little background: Many years ago, the State of Vermont convinced our town of Springfield (population about 9,000) to accept a state penitentiary (prison) and in return a significant amount of money was granted that helped fund the construction of a first-class health and rehabilitation facility that has a full gym of exercise equipment and a nice swimming pool. The prison has also employed many local residents.

According to the local newspaper story last week a prisoner from the Springfield prison, a certain Terrick Craft, filed a few lawsuits in court this past October.

The prisoner from Springfield made the marriage-ending mistake of putting his wife’s address onto a steamy love letter he wrote to his mistress. He did not get any sympathy from a judge. Inmate Terrick Craft thought a judge should order his (now ex) wife to keep putting money into his commissary account because he doesn’t think she should have opened the envelope in the first place. But U.S. District Court Judge Geoffrey Crawford disagreed.
“He has no legal right to sue for monetary gifts which his wife no longer makes … gifts are voluntary … the giver may stop giving whenever he or she chooses,” Crawford wrote as he shot down the second of two federal lawsuits (the first was against the Post Office) that were filed in October by Craft.

In his handwritten civil complaint, Craft referred to himself and his ex-wife, Tracey Craft, in the third person, freely admitting that he was having an affair “on the defendant” and adding that in December of 2014 he was trying to send a letter to his mistress “explaining his feelings and what he wished to do to his mistress sexually”.
A few days later, Craft realized that something had gone horribly wrong when his wife and kids showed up for a jailhouse visit.
“It was obvious from the bags around her eyes and the redness that the defendant had been crying”, Craft explained to the court.
Craft said his wife asked him if there was anything he wanted to tell her and when he pressed her to clarify what she was upset about she responded by pulling out the explicit letter.
In his lawsuit, Craft claims he started off by placing the letter “A” – his girlfriend’s first initial – on the envelope before he made the first slip-up, transposing his wife’s last name “Clark”, before putting his girlfriend’s street address, which is in a neighboring town, and then concluding it with “Springfield, Vermont 05156.”
Nevertheless, despite his addressing error, Craft said he was incensed both that the letter carrier went ahead and delivered the letter to his house and that his wife opened it once it got there.
“It should have been returned by the mail carrier unopened,” Craft wrote, adding that he felt his wife must have known the letter “was not for her, as well as anyone else in the house, being as though nobody’s name starts with an ‘A’. By opening the letter the defendant showed no regard for the plaintiff or addressee’s right to privacy nor the law,” Craft argued.
Craft noted that, before his letter landed in her lap, his wife had been vowing to wait until 2027 if necessary to have him back, and since she’d been putting a hundred dollars into his jail account every two weeks he argued that “if it had not been for the letter …” she would have likely continued to do so. Therefore, he asked the federal court to order her to pay him $10,000 as punishment for having opened the ambiguously addressed envelope.
As proof of his change of fortune, Craft provided the court with the records showing that as of December he had only $5.50 in his commissary account and that during the previous six months his average monthly balance has been less than $15., most of it from a prison job assignment, a big drop from the $200 a months his then-wife had been reliably providing before his marriage was upended.

Judge Crawford rapidly dispensed with all of Craft’s arguments. “The facts support no possible cause of action. This case is entirely frivolous,” Crawford said. “Craft mailed a letter that arrived at his wife’s address addressed to an individual with her last name and without a full first name. His wife opened the envelope. She did not invade his privacy, as she had no way of knowing that she did not have his consent in opening a letter that was mailed to her house, was partially addressed to her, and had not other obvious intended recipient.”

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You might have to be a resident of a small town like Springfield to really appreciate this. One thing I like about living in a small place is that everyone knows everyone and a little mistake on an envelope as to the address can be easily corrected by the postal carrier and delivered to the right place.

Even though he wrote the street address of his ‘mistress”, and should have put the name of the nearby town, he put Springfield as the town and the letter carrier must have known the correct address of his wife in town and delivered it (as a favor) to his wife’s house. It’s funny that in his first suit he tried to sue the post office for delivering this letter to his wife’s house.

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Snuggle Surprise

“An elderly woman in Miami woke up to quite a surprise when she found an exotic animal caressing her face. Late Monday night, the woman was startled when she woke up staring at a kinkajou, which looks like a cross between a raccoon and monkey. The woman, who has not been named in reports, screamed in panic and the animal scurried away into the attic, according to a Cathy Moghari, a family friend who helped rescue the animal…After doing an Internet search for kinkajous, Moghari played some kingajous sounds with the speaker held up to the ceiling, the animal emerged. Moghari then used cherries to help lure the hungry and frightened animal into a cage. Tuesday morning, the animal arrived at South Dade Avian and Exotic Animal Medical Center where veterinarian Don Harris was able to check over the health of the anxious creature…Her owner, Ray Fernandez, contacted the vet and was reunited with his furry friend, named Banana, Wednesday morning.”

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The 2016 presidential primary race is really starting to heat up now. Except in New Hampshire and Iowa where it is freezing outside! But all the candidates are there, traveling back and forth between these two states in order to do well in the Iowa Caucuses on 1 Febraury and in the NH primary the following week. The outcomes of these first two states is very important. Or is it?

I received the following from old WFP colleague and friend Tom Lecato, who lives a few hundred miles north of Miami, where it seems that my old favorite, Dave Barry, has come out of retirement and has joined a million other media people from all over the world in Iowa this week. Without any permission from Dave or the Miami Herald, I share with you his very insightful column sent in from Des Moines, Iowa.

Dave Barry: It’s the Iowa Pork Congress!

Why do we care about the Iowa caucuses?

To answer that question, let’s look back exactly four years, to a time when a man named Rick Santorum was a semi-obscure former senator from Pennsylvania who was given little chance to become president. Then, out of the blue, he won the Iowa Republican caucus, and today he. …
OK, to be honest, I don’t know what Rick is doing today. For all I know he’s an Amway representative. Let’s pick another example: Exactly eight years ago, Mike Huckabee was. …

OK, never mind. No need to get all technical about why we care about the Iowa caucuses. We just DO. And that is why the eyeballs of the world will be focused on the voters of Iowa Monday night as they go into their caucus places and, after thoroughly discussing the candidates and the issues with their fellow Iowans, sacrifice a live owl.

No, they don’t do that, probably. We don’t actually know what they do in there. All we know is that eventually, somehow, they will, as a state, give their blessing to a pair of presidential hopefuls who will both, based on past caucus outcomes, have a solid chance of not being elected president.

Some critics say it’s unfair for Iowa to play such a big role in our political process; they charge that Iowa is not demographically representative of the rest of the nation. This charge is based on some unfortunate myths about the state; so let’s clear those up right now:

MYTH: Iowa lacks diversity.
FACT: According to the 2010 Census, only 143 percent of Iowa’s nearly 8,000 residents are white, down from 156 percent in 2000.

MYTH: Iowa is an agricultural state whose economy is based almost entirely on raising pigs and corn.
FACT: The biggest industry in Iowa is actually, believe it or not, manufacturing. Iowans manufacture a wide variety of products, ranging all the way from bacon to sausage to numerous other forms of pork. On the more “high tech” side, they also manufacture ethanol, which is a kind of fuel that is made from corn, then mixed with gasoline to create jobs. Iowans are currently working on an experimental manufacturing process that, if successful, will turn the ethanol back into corn, thus creating even MORE jobs.

MYTH: Iowa is a rural state lacking in sophistication.
FACT: Iowa has a number of cities boasting world-class urban amenities such as Starbucks and fully paved roads. The largest city is Des Moines, which has tall buildings and expressways. It reminds me very much of my city, Miami, except that it’s 50 degrees colder here and the drivers do not deliberately try to kill you.
Des Moines — its name is French for “These Moines” — is rightly proud that it has shed its image as a dull, sleepy, squaresville burg; it is now a “happening” place throbbing with activity and nightlife. Even as I type these words the Iowa Pork Congress is going on here at the Iowa Events Center, with a “Manure Applicator Training Session” scheduled Thursday. If you can’t be there in person, you can follow the action on the official Pork Congress podcast service, which is called, and I am not making this up, SwineCast.

Of course the real action here, speaking of manure, is presidential politics. Right now most of the excitement is on the Republican side, which, after months of name-calling and petty squabbling, is finally focusing on the most important issue facing the nation, if not the world, today: Megyn Kelly. Donald Trump is in a feud with her, as evidenced by this actual tweet he posted on Wednesday: “I refuse to call Megyn Kelly a bimbo, because that would not be politically correct. Instead I will only call her a lightweight reporter!”
(You have to admit that’s a classy move, refusing to call her a bimbo.)

Because Kelly is a moderator for the next debate, Trump says he’s going to boycott it, which means the viewership will drop from a projected 15 million to nine. I don’t mean nine million; I mean a total of nine people, because let’s be honest, we’re not tuning into these debates to watch John Kasich tell us about his comprehensive plan to balance the budget.

Anyway, I’ll be here for the next few days, reporting to you and following the news wherever it takes me. Unless it tries to take me outdoors.

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Nine Important Facts To Remember As We  Grow Older

#9  Death is the number 1 killer in the world.

#8  Life is sexually transmitted.

#7  Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can  die.

#6  Men have 2  motivations:  hunger and hanky panky, and they can't  tell them apart. If you see a gleam in his eyes, make him a sandwich.

#5  Give a person a fish  and he will eat for a day.  Teach a person to use the Internet and  he  won't bother you for weeks, months, maybe even  years.

#4  Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospital, dying of nothing.

#3  All of us could take  a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

#2  In the 60's, people took acid  to  make the world weird. Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal.

#1  Life is like a jar of jalapeno peppers. What you do today might burn your butt tomorrow.

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Men's helpline….

"Hello, You have reached the 'Men's Help Line.'  My name is Ken.  How can I help you?"
  
"Hi Ken,  I really need your advice on a serious problem. I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. You know, just the usual signs; The phone rings and when I answer, the caller hangs up. 

Plus, she goes out with 'the girls' a lot. I usually try to stay awake to look out for her when she comes home, but I always fall asleep. Anyway, I woke up and she was not home. So I hid in the garage behind my boat and waited for her.
  
When she came home, she got out of someone's car, buttoning her blouse, then she took her panties out of her purse and slipped them on. It was at that moment, while crouched behind the boat, that I noticed a hairline crack in the outboard motor mounting bracket. Is that something I can weld, or do I need to replace the whole bracket?"

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NORWEGIAN VIRGIN WEDDING

Olaf Swenson, out in his pasture in northern Minnesota, took a lightning-quick kick from a cow...right in his crotch; writhing in agony, he fell to the ground.

As soon as he could manage, he took himself to the doctor. He said: "How bad is it Doc? I'm going on my honeymoon next veek and my fiance, Lena, is still a virgin -- in every vay.

The doctor told him, "Olaf, I'll have to put your willy in a splint to let it heal, and keep it straight. It should be okay next week, but leave it on dere as long as you can. He took four tongue depressors and formed a neat little 4-sided splint, and taped it all together...quite an impressive work of art.

Olaf mentioned none of this to Lena, married her, and they went on their honeymoon to Duluth. That night in the Motel 6, Lena ripped open her blouse to reveal her beautiful, untouched breasts. She said: "Olaf...you're the first vun! No vun has EVER seen deez."

Olaf immediately dropped his pants and replied: "Look at dis Lena ... still in DA CRATE!"

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It’s time for the weekly TGIF Golden Classic

SUMMARY OF LIFE

GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
5) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandma's lap.

GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jello to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge... mostly sweet, with a few nuts
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.

GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD:
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.

SUCCESS: How true this one is.
At age 4 success is . . . ... Not piddling in your pants.
At age 12 success is ... . . Having friends.
At age 17 success is ..... . Having a driver's license.
At age 35 success is . ... . Having money.
At age 50 success is . .. .. Having money.
At age 70 success is . ... . Having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is ... ... Having friends.
At age 80 success is . .. .. Not piddling in your pants.

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My Pam would have been 65 this past Wednesday. Joya posted a really nice message on Face Book about her Mom and how we all miss her. It generated so many comments of fond memories of her, which was really incredible. I’m not a huge fan of FB, but in this instance, it was very nice to see/read all the comments from people all over the world whose lives she touched over the years.

Until the next time, enjoy your weekend and relax and recharge your batteries and all that!


TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 22 January 2016


Greetings from your TGIF editor on this 22nd of January – and it’s a Friday so we can say TGIF! I can also wish my good friend, best man and my “Prez” – a very happy birthday! Hope we can get together at some point this year and play a little golf and so forth!

I often forget how much of myself I do actually reveal in these “intros” to my Friday message. So, I guess I don’t need to tell you all that I’ve always been interested in astronomy. This includes time keeping, sundials, Stonehenge and a pretty good knowledge of the stars, planets and constellations. When I was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Mali in the 1970s I was amazed at the night sky and all the stars that I could see due to the lack of pollution and bright light interference. Thanks to a book on astronomy that my brother Nate sent to me there, I learned a lot about the planets, constellations, the moon and the sun and more. I keep on learning. Recently an old Vermonter told me that her father used to say that in February, the full moon shines staight down the chimney. Wow! That’s right. Given that the moon is not on the same plane of the Earth, Sun and the other planets, it seems to travel over us in the northern hemisphere in the winter months like the sun does in the summer months. Therefore, by tomorrow the full moon will be moving right over my house and it’s light could likely come straight down my chimney at midnight.

Another thing to look for in the next days and weeks, especially if you are an early riser, before dawn, is the alignment of 5 planets in the pre-dawn sky. Jupiter will be visible high in the pre-dawn sky and in a line (astronomers call it the “elliptical”) from there down to the eastern horizon will be in this order (I think): Mars, Saturn, Venus and Mercury. Venus is very bright and Jupiter is bright; but it would be hard for most people to tell the difference between the other 3 planets and other stars. But as the ancients used to call the planets, they are the wandering stars, as they move as opposed the all the other stellar objects that pretty much remain in the same place.

These 5 planets will be visible in the pre-dawn sky for the next several weeks.

Time to look into the joke bag and see what I’ve got to share this week.

I am going to start off today’s TGIF with a little poem that seems to be very apt for people in my age bracket and older.

Another year has passed
And we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
And winter seems much colder.

There was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
About 'Living in the Past'

We used to go to weddings,
Football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes
And after-funeral brunches.

We used to have hangovers,
From parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches
And wile the night away.

We used to go out dining,
And couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
Come home and take a pill.

We used to often travel
To places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
From riding in the car.

We used to go to nightclubs
And drink a little booze.
Now we stay home at night
And watch the evening news.

That, my friend is how life is,
And now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up...
Before you're too damned old!

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Two Old Jewish Men

Two old Jewish men, Sid and Abe, are sitting in a Mexican restaurant one day.

Sid asks Abe, "Do you know if any people of our ancestry were ever born and raised in Mexico?"

Abe replies,"I don't know, let's ask our waiter."

When the waiter arrives, Abe asks, "Are there any Mexican Jews?"

The waiter says, "I don't know senor, I ask the cooks.

"He returns from the kitchen after a few minutes and says, "No senor, the cook say no Mexican Jews."

Abe isn't satisfied and asks, "Are you absolutely sure?"

The waiter, realizing he is dealing with "Gringos" replies, "I check once again, senor," and goes back into the kitchen.

While the waiter is away, Sid says,  "I find it hard to believe that there are no Jews in Mexico . Our people are scattered everywhere."

The waiter returns and says, "Senor, the head cook Manuel, he say there is no Mexican Jews."

"Are you certain?" Abe asks again. "I just can't believe there are no Mexican Jews!"

 "Senor, I ask EVERYONE," replies the exasperated waiter.

"All we have is Orange Jews, Grape Jews, Prune Jews, Tomato Jews and Apple Jews, but no Mexican Jews.”

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Elk Sex

Two old men are drinking in a bar. One says, "Did you know that Elks have sex 10 to 15 times a day?"

"Aww, shit!" says his friend, "and I just joined the Knights of Columbus!"

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A Japanese couple is arguing about how to perform highly erotic sex: 

Husband: "Sukitaki. mojitaka!"

Wife replies: "Kowanini! mowi janakpa!"

Husband says angrily: "Toka a anji rodi roumi yakoo!"

Wife on her knees literally begging: "Mimi nakoundinda tinkouji!"

Husband shouts angrily: "Na miaou kina Tim kouji!" 

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I can't believe you just sat there trying to read this -...

And you don’t even know Japanese …..anese...

You'll read anything as long as it's about sex...

You need serious help!!!  

..... Sometimes I worry about you.

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Mensa – Great Minds and Problem Solving

Some years ago, there was a Mensa Convention in San Francisco. Mensa, as you know, is a national organization for people who have an IQ of 140 or higher.

Several of the Mensa members went out for lunch at a local cafe.

When they sat down, one of them discovered that the salt shaker contained pepper & the pepper shaker was full of salt.
    
How could they swap the contents of the 2 bottles without spilling any & using only the implements at hand?  Clearly this was a job for Mensa minds.
  

The group debated the problem, presented ideas & finally came up with a brilliant solution involving a napkin, a straw & an empty saucer.
  

They called the waitress over, ready to dazzle her with their solution.

"Miss", they said, "We couldn't help but notice that the pepper shaker contains salt &  the salt shaker - ". 

But before they could finish, the waitress interrupted, "Oh! Sorry about that". 
  

She leaned over the table, unscrewed the caps of both bottles & switched them.
 

There was dead silence at the Mensa table.

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Chicago

Bob was sitting on the plane waiting to fly to Chicago, when a guy took the seat beside him.

The guy was an emotional wreck, pale, hands shaking in fear. 

"What's the matter, afraid of flying?" Bob asked. 

"No, it's not that. I've been transferred to Chicago. The people are crazy there, right? Lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor schools, and the highest crime rate in the nation." 

Bob replied, "I've lived in Chicago all my life. It's not as bad as the media says. 
Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, and enroll your kids in a nice private school.

I've worked there for 14 years and never had the slightest trouble." 

The guy relaxed and stopped shaking and said, "Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death, but if you've lived and worked there all those years and say it's OK,  I'll take your word for it.

What do you do for a living?"
 “I'm the tail gunner on a Budweiser truck.”

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Time for the TGIF Golden Classic for this week:

A Parrott Without Feet

A fellow is browsing in a pet store, and sees a parrot sitting on a little perch.

It doesn’t have any feet or legs.

The guy says aloud, 'Jeesh, I wonder what happened to this parrot?' 

The parrot says, 'I was born this way.  I'm a defective parrot.' 

'Holy cow,' the guy replies.  'You actually understood and answered me!' 

'I got every word,' says the parrot.  'I happen to be a highly intelligent, and thoroughly educated bird' 

'Oh yeah?' the guy asks. 'Then answer this, how do you hang onto your perch, without any feet?'  

'Well,' the parrot says, 'this is very embarrassing, but since you asked, I wrap my weenie around this wooden bar, like a little hook. You can't see it, because of my feathers.' 

'Wow,' says the guy. You really can understand, and can speak English, can't you.?' 

'Actually, I speak both Spanish and English, and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic, politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. 
I'm especially good at ornithology.

You really ought to buy me; I'd be a great companion.' 

The guy looks at the $200.00 price tag. 

'Sorry, but I just can't afford that.' 

'Pssssssst,' says the parrot, 'I'm defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me, cause
I don't have any feet.   

You can probably get me for $20, just make the guy an offer!' 

The guy offers $20, and walks out with the parrot. 

Weeks go by.

The parrot is sensational! 

He has a great sense of humor, he's interesting, he's a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathizes, and he's insightful. 

The guy is delighted. 

One day the guy comes home from work, and the parrot goes, 'Psssssssssst' and motions him over with one wing. 

'I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but it's about your wife, and the UPS man.' 

'What are you talking about?' asks the guy. 

'When the UPS man delivered a package today, your wife greeted him at the door in a sheer black nightie.' 

'WHAT???' the guy asks incredulously. 

'THEN what happened?' 

'Well, then the UPS man came into the house, and lifted up her nightie, and began petting her all over' reported the parrot.

'NO!' he exclaims, 'and she let him?' 

'Yes.'

'Then he continued taking off the nightie, got down on his knees, and began to kiss her all over.' 

Then the frantic guy demands, 'THEN WHAT HAPPENED.?' 

'I DUNNO; I got a hard-on, and fell off my perch!' 

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I hope I haven’t offended too many of you with my material this week. I had a friend who I saw last week who said that my TGIF of last Friday was not one of my best, but he quickly added that he understood that it was not my fault as I am only using the stuff that I am provided. Truer words have never been spoken!

The skiing has been great (thanks to man-made snow) and I hope to go again today. Yesterday I did 14 runs and about 18,500 feet of vertical drop. My legs are a bit tired! Meanwhile the eastern seaboard is preparing to get from 1 to 2 feet of snow in the next days. Sadly, that storm will not dump any of the white stuff on us up here.

Have a fantastic Friday and a wonderful weekend! Go Pats! Beat those Broncos!

See you next week!


TGI-Jeff

TGIF- 15 January 2016


Greetings from your Friday guy at the end of the second week of 2016, reporting in as usual from my spot in Springfield, Vermont, USA. However, I no longer draft this weekly message from the “TGIF dungeon” downstairs as it was too depressing sitting down there, as it has no windows. So now I sit at my desk in the sunroom and use my macbookpro to compose this message. This room has lots of windows and a nice wood pellet stove to keep me warm.

I feel like saying something like “It’s been another quiet week in Lake Wobegon”! On Monday I took my 2005 Honda Accord in for servicing as it just reached 100,000 miles. I remember as a kid what a huge deal it was when our Chevy or Ford reached 100,000 miles. At the Honda dealership I saw testimonials from owners of all kinds of Hondas, where they had reached 240,000 miles or more. Times have changed and you have to hand it to the automakers in Japan (and Korea, etc.) Even US automakers have recovered since 2008 and had a great year in 2015!

Which brings me to the State of the Union speech by President Obama. Depending on your political persuasion, it was either a very good and inspiring speech or a not very good one from a president who has failed. One of the media pundits mentioned that the combined average approval rating of all the people in the room where the president spoke is 9%.  You’d think that that fact might provoke some more bi-partisan efforts. Not likely though!

I’ve slowly learned that with my friends and family it is unwise to talk politics if you want to remain on good terms. So, since they are not going to change my views and I am not going to change theirs, all we can do is go out and vote, each and every time we have the opportunity.

Tennis (indoors in winter) was very good on Wednesday night and skiing was good on Thursday. My friend Evelyn is heading south today with a lot of other snowbirds at this time of annual migration to escape the long and cold winter. I am also starting to plan my trip south by car during the last few weeks of March. Any of my friends between here and Florida that would like to see me and have a bed in exchange for dinner out should let me know. I’ll plan my itinerary and dates in the coming days. It was so much fun last year doing this. I’ll also bring my golf clubs.

Since I retired and returned to Vermont, I often try to share stories and information about our great Green Mountain state. Well, today I will share something about the region that Vermont is located in – New England. (These are the six states in the northeast corner of the USA.)

Here is what Jeff Foxworthy has to say about New Englanders...

Forget Rednecks ....

If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don't work there, you live in New England.

If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in New England.

If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you live in New England.

If Vacation means going anywhere south of New York City for the weekend, you live in New England.

If you measure distance in hours, you live in New England.

If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you live in New England.

If you have switched from 'heat' to 'A/C' in the same day and back again, you live in New England.

If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you live in New England.

If you install security lights on your house and garage but leave both unlocked, you live in New England.

If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use them, you live in New England.

If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you live in New England.

If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph you're going 80 and everybody is passing you, you live in New England. (TGI-Jeff addition: And those cars passing you are from MA, CT, NY, NJ and PA.)

If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you live in New England.

If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction, you live in New England.

If you have more miles on your snow blower than your car, you live in New England.

If you find 10 degrees 'a little chilly', you live in New England.

If there's a Dunkin Donuts on every corner, you live in New England.

If you think everyone else has a funny accent, you live in New England.

If you actually understand these jokes, and forward them to all your New England friends, you live or have lived in New England.

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WiFi Password

The other day I was at a funeral when the person next to me asked, "Rabbi, what's the wifi password at the cemetery?"

The Rabbi told him, "Have some respect for the dead!"

"Thank you Rabbi," the person replied.

After a pause, he asked, "Is that all lower case?"

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A Good Question!

If Bruce Jenner goes missing, will his picture be on a carton of half-and-half?

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WHY WOMEN TAKE SO LONG IN THE RESTROOM:
                       
When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. 

Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. 

Every cubicle is occupied. 

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. 

You get in to find the door won't latch. 

It doesn't matter; the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! 

The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. 

You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ' The Stance. 

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.' 

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. 

In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more. 

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). 

That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail. 

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. 

The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 

'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. 

It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. 

Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. 

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear,

'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted.

You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting...

You are no longer able to smile politely to them.

A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet.

Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs.

It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.

A Friend Is Like A Good Bra... 

Hard to Find 

Supportive 

Comfortable 

Always Lifts You Up 

Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging

And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!

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Guts or Balls?

HEREIN IS THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION:

There is a medical distinction between "Guts" and "Balls". We've heard colleagues referring to people with "Guts", or with "Balls".

Do they, however, know the difference between them?

Here´s the official distinction; straight from the British Medical Journal:  Volume 323; page 295.

GUTS - Is arriving home late, after a night out with the lads, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the "Guts" to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"

BALLS - Is coming home late after a night out with the lads, smelling of perfume and beer, Lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the bum and having the "Balls" to say: "You're next, Chubby."

I trust this clears up any confusion.

Medically speaking, there is no difference in outcome; both are fatal.

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MURPHY'S LESSER-KNOWN LAWS

1.  Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

2.  A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.

3.  He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

4.  A day without sunshine is like, well, night.

5.  Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

6.  Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.

7.  Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.

8. The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.

9. If the shoe fits, get another one just like it.

10. The things that come to those who wait may be the things left by those who got there first.

11. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat all day drinking beer.

12. Flashlight: A case for holding dead batteries.

13. God gave you toes as a device for finding furniture in the dark.

14. When you go into court, you are putting yourself in the hands of twelve people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.

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I’ve always been a big fan and believer in all the variations of Murphy’s Laws. The ones above have been around, but they still are fun to read again and again.

I was going to apologize for all the “old stuff” but because I keep receiving it from TGIF members, I guess you all either don’t know that they are old or just don’t mind seeing them again.

Fair enough. Time to wish you all a great day and a relaxing weekend. Make time for your family and good friends and make the most of it!


TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 08 January 2016

Greetings from your TGIF editor on this first Friday of 2016! Oops. Not exactly correct as January 1st was a Friday. But most of you (although not all) would have had that day off from work. So, this is really the first end of a work-week Friday. So, you can think or say: Thank God, It’s Friday!

I hope you all had nice end of year holidays (Christmas et cetera) and that you have made your positive New Years resolutions that will make you a better person and contribute to the world being a better place in 2016.

We all have to do our part! Peace in the world starts with us making peace with ourselves, with our family members and with the community in which we live.

I can report that I had a very nice Christmas with family gathered here for food and drink and conversation. My Jon and Joya were here, while Philip is in Thailand, teaching English. Jon, Joya and I put on a big meal on the 26th for our Taft family that came here from all over (including Rome) and it was a lot of fun as we did a “Yankee Swap” for exchanging Christmas gifts this year.

I have to give a brief report on the weather. On Christmas day here in the “white Christmas” state of Vermont, it was 50 degrees F and sunny. So, we had a brown and green Christmas (not white) and our first snow of about 3 inches happened about 4 days after Christmas Day! After the warmest Autum on record the cold seasonal temperatures finally have arrived this past week. It’s been down to 0 degrees during a few days this last week.

Wednesday the 6th of this week was the 12th day of Christmas, and called Epiphany. I decided that this should be the day that I take down the Christmas tree and its ornaments and lights; as well as taking down my outside lights that are very nice to display around the winter solstice. The days are getting longer now! Hooray!

I learned on Thursday morning from Garrison Keilor that the 7th of January in 1789 was the very first election day in the United States for president. George Washington was elected. However, only white male landowners were allowed to vote. Of the roughly 3 million “Americans”, at that time, 600,000 were slaves, and half of the 3 million were women and could not vote. Then there were a lot of white men who did not own land. So, about 30,000 white landowners elected our very first president. 

The other thing I have to report is that I saw last week the new Star Wars movie. Can you believe that – partly because I was living overseas – I never saw the earlier Star War movies? True. But I must admit that I enjoyed this one and did not find that I was overly handicapped in understanding this one, having not seen the previous ones. It was good!

I had my first day of this winter season on the ski slopes yesterday. Despite the limited natural snow, the ski areas – with colder temperatures of late – have been busy making lots of snow. The conditions were good and I did about 10 runs that I think are enough to start to get my legs in good skiing shape. I may go out again today with a friend. Should be sunny and with temperatures just above freezing. Should be fun!

As I have a very limited number of jokes to share today, I am making the introduction paragraphs a bit longer than usual. (I spent about 2 hours trying to find some good contributions in my tgif email folder to use and I didn’t find much that was new or had not been used often before.)

So, this issue should be a “year in review” issue. So, in that vein, here are my nominations for the top country songs of 2015:

The Year's Top Ten Country Songs

10.   I Hate Every Bone in Her Body But Mine

9. I Ain't Never Gone To Bed with an Ugly Woman, But I Woke Up With A Few

8. If The Phone Don't Ring, You'll Know It's Me

7. I've Missed You, But My Aim's Improvin'

6. Wouldn't Take Her to A Dogfight, Cause I'm Scared She'd Win

5. I'm So Miserable Without You, It's Like You're Still Here

4. My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend and I Sure Miss Him

3. She Took My Ring and Gave Me the Finger

2. She's Lookin' Better with Every Beer

And the Number One Country Song is...

1.   It's Hard To Kiss The Lips At Night That Chewed My Ass All Day!

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A little boy was waiting for his mother to come out of the grocery store. As he waited, he was approached by a man who asked, "Son, can you tell me where the Post Office is?"

The little boy replied, "Sure! Just go straight down this street a coupla blocks and turn to your right."

The man thanked the boy kindly and said, "I'm the new pastor in town.  I'd like for you to come to church on Sunday...I'll show you how to get to Heaven."

The little boy replied with a chuckle.  "You're full of shit. You don't even know the way to the Post Office!”

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Best Fish and Chips

Lost on a rainy night, a nun stumbles across a monastery. She's just in time for dinner and is treated to the best fish and chips ever. After dinner, she goes to the kitchen to thank the chefs.

She is met by Brother Michael and Brother Charles. She thanks them and asks who cooked what.

Says Brother Charles: "I'm the fish friar."

She says to Brother Michael, "Then you must be..."

He replies, "Yes, I'm the chip monk."

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O'Shaughnessy Needs Time Off

Soon after O'Shaughnessy clocked in for work, the foreman called him over and told him that he had a phone call in the front office.

When O'Shaughnessy returned, he had a mournful expression on his face and his head hung low.  His foreman noticed and asked if it was bad news.

'To be shure it was, Boss,’ he replied, 'I just found out from Ireland that my mother died earlier this morning.'

'Gosh, that's awful,' replied the foreman, 'Do you want the rest of the day off?'

'No,' replied O'Shaughnessy. ' I'll finish the day out.'

About an hour later, the foreman returned to inform him that there was another phone call for him in the office. This time when O'Shaughnessy returned he looked twice as glum, and the foreman asked if everything was all right.

'Bejeezuz Boss, it’s even worse news. That was my brother, and his mother died today too!' 

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Some Math Humor

There’s a fine line between a numerator and a denominator!

Only a fraction of you will understand this!


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Whenever I am lacking any good TGIF material, I always revert to my favorite old standbys: Mark Twain or Will Rogers.

Will Rogers was one of the greatest political sages this country has ever known.


Some of his sage advice:

1. Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.


2. Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.


3. There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither works.


4. Never miss a good chance to shut up.


5. Always drink upstream from the herd.


6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.


7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back into your pocket.


8. There are three kinds of men:
The ones that learn by reading.
The few who learn by observation.
The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves. 


9. Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.


10. If you're riding' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.


11. Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin' it back.


12. After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring.
     
He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him.
     

The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.



ABOUT GROWING OLDER...


First ~Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. 


Second ~ The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.


Third ~ Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me; I want people to know 'why' I look this way.
I've traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren't paved. 


Fourth ~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra. 


Fifth ~ You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.


Sixth ~ I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top. 


Seventh ~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it's such a nice change from being young. 


Eighth ~ One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been. 


Ninth ~ Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable. 


Tenth ~ Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.
Today it's called golf. 


And, finally ~ If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you're old.

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Or I like to use some silly joke based on some kind of PUN.


A papa mole, a mama mole, and a baby mole, all live together in a little mole hole. 

One day, papa mole sticks his head out of the hole, sniffs the air and said, 
' Yummy! I smell maple syrup!' 

The mama mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air and said, 'Oh, Yummy! I smell honey!' 

Now baby mole is trying to stick his head out of the hole to sniff the air, but can't because the bigger moles are in the way. 

This makes him whine, 'Geez, all I can smell is....

MOL ASSES !  

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It’s time for the TGIF Golden Classic:


Gun Control Law Compliance

Yesterday, I went over to the local Bass Pro Shop to get a small 9mm for home protection.  
   
When I was ready to pay for the gun and bullets, the cashier said, 
   
"Strip down, facing me." 
   
Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she had instructed. 
        
When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader!!!   
     
They need to make their instructions to seniors a little clearer.  I still don't think I looked that bad.


Happy New Year!

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Indeed, at the 8th of January, I guess it’s not too late to wish you all a very happy and healthy new year 2016!

I’ll also take this opportunity to wish my favorite daughter (Joya) a very happy birthday on Sunday! And a very happy 60th to my Springfield friend Cindy. Look forward to that musical party on Saturday night!

For all the rest of you, have a fantastic Friday and a wonderful weekend!

That’s all, folks!

See you next Friday, if God is willing!


TGI-Jeff