Archives for the day of: February 3, 2017
Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest. The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves … But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the ocean’s bottom. -William James, psychologist and philosopher (11 Jan 1842-1910)    

 

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OOOooooo THIS ONE has me howling! ~~dru~~

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A senior couple came out of a coffee shop on Memorial Day to find an officer putting a ticket on a car whose meter had expired. Irate the man accosted him, “You Nazi Turd! Don’t you have any respect for yor elders.” The officer coolly wrote a second ticket for worn tires.

His wife jumped in, “You dog, if you didn’t have on that uniform, you wouldn’t have the nerve to face a real man.”

The insults continued on for several minutes, with the officer writing several more tickets till a bus pulled up to the corner and the elderly couple boarded.

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Today, I’m having a Bad Stair Day!

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Oooooo tee hee hee and giggle! ~~dru~~

Blog of a Mad Black Woman

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Have a wonderful weekend all. 😀

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THANX for the Friday “pick me up” Bob. GROUCHO is my FAVORITE! ~~dru~~

bluebird of bitterness

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US Department of Defense denies veiled reference to Trump’s mental state

SOURCE:   Aol.news

Social media postings sometimes provide an important window into a person’s . Know what to look for.http://go.usa.gov/x9yVB 

 

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. 

Maya Angelou

source: www.poemhunger.com

buo•na se•ra

Pronunciation: (bwô”nä se’rä), Italian.

GOOD EVENING

And Stay Tuned for “I ain’t got nobody”

I AM IN THE MIDST OF A NOSTALGIA FIT AND ON THAT NOTE, I’LL ALSO SAY GOODNIGHT!

~~dru~~