Things worth thinking about

Papa Smurf Says

Marianne sent this to me and I thought it might be of interest. I tried it with my number and got all kind of “Hits” really too much information, try it you will be surprised. Have a great Weekend
POP

Google has implemented a new feature which enables you to type a telephone number into the search bar and hit enter and you will be given the person's name and address.
If you then hit Map Quest, you will get a map to the
persons house. Everyone should be aware of this! It's a nationwide reverse telephone book. If a child gives out his/her phone number, someone can now look it up to find out where he/she lives. The safety issues are obvious, and
alarming. Note that you can have your phone number removed or blocked. I tried my number and it came up along with the Map Quest and directions straight to my house. In order to test whether your phone number is mapped, go to Google http://www.google.com/ Type your phone number in the search bar (i.e. 555-555-1212) and
hit enter. In order to BLOCK Google from divulging
your private information, simply click on your telephone number and then click on the Removal Form. Removal takes 48-hours.Check your own number. This may not apply to you if you have an unlisted number or cell phone as primary contact, but you may know someone who needs to know this. Share this information with friends and family.

Marianne

Your Life

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."
Now, said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.The sand is everything else---the small stuff. "
If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked."The coffee just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."Please share this with someone you care about.. I JUST DID

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Pappa Bill, (Head Smurf)

somewhere in the past

When Tom Was a Baby I tried to take care of him, It worked out pretty good, kept me off the street
June 1943, Mom Dad, Jim and little Billy, This is the streed side of the old House before Rebuilding, Sure was a long time ago
Have a great day

Graduation fast forward

May 1952, I was finally released from Prison (school) For 12 years I have been putting up with the indoctrination forced on me by my parents and the state of Texas since 1941.
CHAPTER 1

Ogden Elementary, to me it was a huge building with wide massive steps to the front door. Being 6 years old it was a snap. At the top of the steps "the hall" Wide wood floors doors on both sides, these are the cells! Lets look around. Windows, huge windows. In the front of the class the black board, The dread "black board" it's got to be cleaned and the erasers dusted daily.
In the back of the room, the cloak room. What in the world is a cloak? I guess its a coat, its where be put our coats, rain coats (yellow) and rubber boots. Oh some times there was a pencil sharpener in there also. In any case if you were not careful the teacker would have you stand in the corner in the cloak room. I know all about that.

Now above the black board are letters and numbers, this was to show you what the alphabet you were to learn, looks like. just think we got 12 years to master that.
Tomorrow or when I get around to it, i'll fill you in on our writing supplies, followed by the bath room, and maybe through in some recess.

Don't forget, six years old, never knew what day school or kindergarten was, boy we had it rough, we might have to learn something

Well folks I have thought of how can I possibly justify my story as NO one Will believe me! Betcha bippy I have life stories that there is no one on earth will believe me. so after much thought I am going to fast forward to my future and I will try to tell you how it should be.
No body gives a shiete or sunnie anyway so let the joist begin.