I love this cat!!


Why isn't my litter box clean yet?


He says it all!!


He is just tooooo cute!!


Would you hurry up, Please!!



Ok... I think that it for now until I find more or if you see any cute or funny ones to share with me that would be cool!!!

A boy and a girl playing in the snow and they are talking...

SALLY: "Aren't you supposed to be doing homework now?"

DEVAN: "I quit doing homwork. Homework is bad for my self-esteem."

SALLY: "It is?"

DEVAN: "Sure! It sends the message that I don't kknow enough! All that emphasis on right answers makes me feel bad when I get them wrong."

DEVAN: "So instead of trying to learn. I'm just concentrating on liking myself the way I am."

SALLY: "Your self-esteem is enhanced by remaining an IGNORAMUS?"

DEVAN: "Please! Let's call it *Informationally Impaired."

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Phil Colburn is a widow, ninety-nine years old. She writes poetry to keep her mind clear, penning a poem each month for her church newsletter.]

I talk to me a lot these days
about the things I do.
I find that I quite often need
a serious talking-to.

"Get those shoulders back" I say to me,
as I start down the hall.
I get them back and start my trek;
and hope I will not fall.

I say to me, when I awake,
and the pain is really bad,
"Remember many have more pain
than I have ever had."

It really is annoying
not understanding what they say
and I wonder if I answered
in some stupid way.

Then I tell me to remember
stupid answers are not new.
Sometimes when I still heard well,
I make stupid answers too.

I need a reading glass these days
and so I say to me,
"Be very thankful I can read
Many cannot even see."

I tell me I should exercise
though I'd rather sit and read
but if I want to keep my strength
what I tell me must heed.

I can still walk and see and hear
though not as it used to be.
I find it really helps a lot
the times I talk to me.

This was written by Phil Colburn.

What she says is true and sometimes we all forget things like this and others just turn and ignore it.

Think about it!

It was an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy that was half past three;
And the way they played together
Was beautiful to see.

She couldn't go running and jumping,
And the boy, no more could he;
For he was a thin little fellow,
With a thin little twisted knee.

They sat in the yellow twilight,
Out under the maple tree;
And the game that they played I'll tell you,
Just as it was told to me.

It was Hide and Go Seek they were playing,
Though you'd never have known it to be --
With an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy with a twisted knee.

The boy would bend his face down
On his one little sound knee,
And he'd guess where she was hiding,
In guesses One, Two, Three!

"You are in the china closet!"
He would cry , and laugh with glee --
It wasn't the china closet;
But he still had Two and Three.

"You are up in Papa's big bedroom,
In the chest with the queer old key!"
And she said:"You are warm and warmer;
But you're not quite right," said she.

"It can't be the little cupboard
Where Mamma's thing used to be --
So it must be the clothespress, Gran'ma,"
And he found her with his Three.

Then she covered her face with her fingers,
That were wrinkled and white and wee,
And she guessed where the boy was hiding,
With a One and a Two and a Three.

And they never had stirred from their places,
Right under the maple tree --
This old, old, old, old lady,
And the boy with the lame little knee --
this dear, dear, old lady,
And the boy who was half past three.