Password...
A woman was helping her husband set up his computer, and at the
appropriate point in the process, told him that he would now
Need to enter a password..Something he will use to log on.
The husband was in a rather amorous mood and figured he would try
For the shock effect to bring this to his wife's attention. So,
When the computer asked him to enter his password, he made it
Plainly obvious to his wife that he was keying in...
P...
E...
N..
I...
S...
His wife fell off her chair laughing when the computer replied:
**PASSWORD REJECTED. NOT LONG ENOUGH**
GIGGLES… LOL,
HAVE A GREAT DAY...ANNA
Southern women know their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity
Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick
Southern women know everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Shugah
Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
Southern women know their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Football
Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl'stn
S'vanah
Foat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna
Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler
Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon
Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
More Suthen-ism's:
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and t hat you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."
Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20
Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and Po white trash.
No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... And when we're "in line,"... We talk to everybody!
Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
When you hear someone say,"Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.
And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart" ... And go your own way.
To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, ... Bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
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And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !
Now... Shugah, send this to someone who was raised in the South or wish they had been! If you're a Northern transplant, bless your little heart, fake it. We know you got here as fast as you could
MY ADOTPED MANTRA...
"To be completely woman ,you need a Master and in him, a compass for your life.
You need a man you can look up to and respect.
If you dethrone him, it is no wonder that you are discontented,
and discontented women are not loved for long."
~Marlene Dietrich
Like many of us I am looking for a deeper meaning of life, something
that clearly identifies, defines and celebrates the differences between men and women.
Something that truly embraces…Something I firmly believe in .
~~~ The Natural Order of life ~~~
I will always believe that men are men, dominant and head of the household
and that women are feminine, submissive and sensual creatures.
Yet in the real world so many women take on the role of the head of households and families...
thus making my beliefs more of a self illuminating concept...not for the everyday, everybody order of things...BUT FOR US IT IS THE RIGHT WAY TO BE ...ONE...
The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world is
To be in reality what we would appear to be."
~ Socrates
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tHE BIKER
I saw you; hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $100.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you; pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you; change your mind about going into the restaurant. But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children. But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves. But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.
I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos. But, you didn't see me cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.
I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.
I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see me; pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn't see me; squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you, race down the road in the rain. But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you; run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.
I saw you; cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road.
I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you; go home to your family. But, you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family. But, you didn't see me.
EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY –
LIVE TO RIDE . . . RIDE TO LIVE
LIFE WOULD BENEFIT IF WE ALL TOOK TIME TO READ THIS...ANNA
Footprints.....
You left footprints on my soul.
One day unexpectedly
Your feet stepped onto
The sands of my soul
And left footprints of love
At the bottom of my heart.
In your own way
You showed me that people
Aren't always what they seem.
Because of you
I give people the benefit of the doubt
And look much further
Than just skin deep.
You are my safe haven.
When my world is falling apart
Or everything is just right
It's you I turn to.
I cry out to you in the night
Sending my words on the wind
Hoping, that somehow, they reach you.
From the moment I laid eyes on you
I knew I'd seen an angel in disguise.
You didn't know it then
And might not realize it now, but
You left footprints on my soul.
One day unexpectedly
Your feet stepped onto
The sands of my soul
And left footprints of love
At the bottom of my heart.
You are my rock
My stronghold
The one who catches me when I fall.
You are my hope
My guidance
The one who picks the pieces up off the ground.
Your voice is music to my ears
Your name a symbol of unforgettable memories.
I keep you in my prayers
As well as my heart.
There's no possible way
That I could forget about your unique personality.
My memories of you
Live on inside me.
How will I ever thank you?
How will I ever show you my appreciation?
I'll have to send it along the breeze
Hoping that it finds you
No matter where you are.
(may peace,love,harmony,health and joy be always with you..god bless)