My Son, the VetOne Sunday, in counting the money in the weekly offering, the pastor of a small church found a pink envelope containing $1,000. It happened again the next week! The following Sunday, he watched as the offering was collected and saw an elderly woman put the distinctive pink envelope on the plate. This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her."Ma'am, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he stated. "Why, yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and I give some of it to the church." The pastor replied, "That's wonderful. But $1,000 is a lot; are you sure you can afford this? How much does he send you?" The elderly woman answered, "$10,000 a week." The pastor was amazed. "Your son is very successful; what does he do for a living?" "He is a veterinarian," she answered. "That's an honorable profession, but I had no idea they made that much money," the pastor said.. "Where does he practice?" The woman answered proudly, "In Nevada ... He has two cat houses, one in Las Vegas and one in Reno. http://www.truthbook.com/stories/dsp_viewStory.cfm?storyID=981 Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared from Facebook.... |
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
"My Son the Vet..." 'Obama da Dog' (Source-Truthbook.com)
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
"The Consumer is Always Wrong..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)
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| Bettejo Dux one of Kauai's true gems, guest-blogs about her recent dilemma with the local water company... www.bettejodux.com |
THE CONSUMER IS ALWAYS WRONG
Murphy’s law: everything goes wrong all at once. I had so much on my plate I was walking in circles. The frosting on this puddle from hell happened at the end of September when I received my water bill. The bill was twice the usual amount. The consumption, according to the graph that goes with the bill, had gone up. So had the cost of water.,
Immediately I called the department, I spoke with someone named Mal, the guy who handles such problems. i told him I was sure the bill was wrong, I hadn't used that much water. I thought the meter was faulty. We had a brief discussion about installing a new meter, but the proof of this puddle was in my court. When it comes to the water bill, the consumer is always wrong.
Thus began the saga of the phantom leak. I began reading the meter and kept a log. What I saw there set my mind spinning. The meter was showing a leak of twenty gallons an hour, then- with no change- a leak of 7.5 gallons an hour. Then a leak of ten gallons an hour. Once it stopped dead showing no usage at all at a time when everyone attached to the crazy thing was using water like falling rain had gone out of business.
Then. It went backwards.
This was a couple of days after I spoke with Mal. Saturday. September 22. On weekends to report a problem with water you have to calls the police. I did. They reported my concern and a fellow named Warren called and heard me out. “We see that all the time. I’ll get you a new meter Monday.”
Monday, September 24, came. Monday, September 24, went. No meter. I ended up speaking with someone named Val. I told him my story. He listened. And ended the conversation with, “The only person who can order the installation of a new meter is Mal. Mal’s on vacation.”
So. I’m looking at a meter going crazy. Ii was filling swimming pools. I don’t have a swimming pool. I hired two men-one a long time, part-time employee who knew the territory-and we began looking for the phantom leak as I jogged and logged my way back and forth. Back and forth. The meter was still going nuts but I had to have water. I have animals. i have a tenant and a guest. I dug ditches with the men. i jogged. I logged. I read the god damn meter.
On Monday, October 1, I went to town to speak with Mal in person only to discover Mal had not returned. I asked to speak with someone -anyone- who could help and met Tessie. Charming lady. Same results, “…we can’t just install a meter for anyone who claims it’s malfunctioning. Anyway only Mal can order the installation.”
I was right back where I started. This time I chose to go above ground. I bought acres of expensive hose. If there was leak we could see it. The meter was still going cuckoo. I rationed water. My guest and my tenant were understanding. I wasn't sleeping. I wasn't eating. I was jogging and logging. Watching leaky dollar signs falling on my head.
On October 8, I called Mal. He was quite nasty. “You went over my head. You talked to Tessie and Val. Now it’s their problem.”
I blew my cork. “They said you were the only one who could order an installation. You say they are. I’m getting the run around. Who’s the head honcho? i want to speak with him.”
Mal gave me name and number. I called. i spoke with his David Craddick’s secretary. Sweet voice. I told her my story. She listened. David was in conference on the mainland but she said she would speak with Mal or Tessie or someone. Tessie called me back.
I rained the wrath of Aquarius all over her head. “Get me a meter. Now. Or I’ll meet you in court.”
She called back a few moments later and assured me help was on the way.
Early Tuesday morning,, October 9, seventeen days after the saga started, a platoon of water department guys, three or four huge truck, several men-one of them Warren- arrived and installed a smart meter. It registered no leak. i never had a leak.
Tuesday afternoon, October 9. David called. We had a pleasant chat. “David,” I said,”I’m 82 years old. A widow. I had to hire men. I've spent a bundle. How do we handle this?”
Waiting for an answer. Will let you know.
The point: this could happen to you. Anyone who has a water meter could find herself in the same position and talking to the water department is like talking to Mitt Romney.
Immediately I called the department, I spoke with someone named Mal, the guy who handles such problems. i told him I was sure the bill was wrong, I hadn't used that much water. I thought the meter was faulty. We had a brief discussion about installing a new meter, but the proof of this puddle was in my court. When it comes to the water bill, the consumer is always wrong.
Thus began the saga of the phantom leak. I began reading the meter and kept a log. What I saw there set my mind spinning. The meter was showing a leak of twenty gallons an hour, then- with no change- a leak of 7.5 gallons an hour. Then a leak of ten gallons an hour. Once it stopped dead showing no usage at all at a time when everyone attached to the crazy thing was using water like falling rain had gone out of business.
Then. It went backwards.
This was a couple of days after I spoke with Mal. Saturday. September 22. On weekends to report a problem with water you have to calls the police. I did. They reported my concern and a fellow named Warren called and heard me out. “We see that all the time. I’ll get you a new meter Monday.”
Monday, September 24, came. Monday, September 24, went. No meter. I ended up speaking with someone named Val. I told him my story. He listened. And ended the conversation with, “The only person who can order the installation of a new meter is Mal. Mal’s on vacation.”
So. I’m looking at a meter going crazy. Ii was filling swimming pools. I don’t have a swimming pool. I hired two men-one a long time, part-time employee who knew the territory-and we began looking for the phantom leak as I jogged and logged my way back and forth. Back and forth. The meter was still going nuts but I had to have water. I have animals. i have a tenant and a guest. I dug ditches with the men. i jogged. I logged. I read the god damn meter.
On Monday, October 1, I went to town to speak with Mal in person only to discover Mal had not returned. I asked to speak with someone -anyone- who could help and met Tessie. Charming lady. Same results, “…we can’t just install a meter for anyone who claims it’s malfunctioning. Anyway only Mal can order the installation.”
I was right back where I started. This time I chose to go above ground. I bought acres of expensive hose. If there was leak we could see it. The meter was still going cuckoo. I rationed water. My guest and my tenant were understanding. I wasn't sleeping. I wasn't eating. I was jogging and logging. Watching leaky dollar signs falling on my head.
On October 8, I called Mal. He was quite nasty. “You went over my head. You talked to Tessie and Val. Now it’s their problem.”
I blew my cork. “They said you were the only one who could order an installation. You say they are. I’m getting the run around. Who’s the head honcho? i want to speak with him.”
Mal gave me name and number. I called. i spoke with his David Craddick’s secretary. Sweet voice. I told her my story. She listened. David was in conference on the mainland but she said she would speak with Mal or Tessie or someone. Tessie called me back.
I rained the wrath of Aquarius all over her head. “Get me a meter. Now. Or I’ll meet you in court.”
She called back a few moments later and assured me help was on the way.
Early Tuesday morning,, October 9, seventeen days after the saga started, a platoon of water department guys, three or four huge truck, several men-one of them Warren- arrived and installed a smart meter. It registered no leak. i never had a leak.
Tuesday afternoon, October 9. David called. We had a pleasant chat. “David,” I said,”I’m 82 years old. A widow. I had to hire men. I've spent a bundle. How do we handle this?”
Waiting for an answer. Will let you know.
The point: this could happen to you. Anyone who has a water meter could find herself in the same position and talking to the water department is like talking to Mitt Romney.
Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared from Facebook...
Bettejo also publishes her own blog column.
You can check it out at ; http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com . Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or on Amazon. |
| http://www.bettejodux.com/ |
Monday, October 15, 2012
"A Dog's Purpose..!" 'Obama Da Dog' (Source-truthbook.com)
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| 'Obama da Dog' shares with us why dogs do not live as long as humans. This story is from Obama's favorite source, http://www.truthbook.com |
A Dog's Purpose...
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker 's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said,'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?' The Six-year-old continued,
'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'
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Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.http://www.truthbook.com/stories/dsp_viewStory.cfm?storyID=1004
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared from Facebook....
Sunday, October 14, 2012
"Bobbin White Heads..." 'udith "Bobbin" Whitehead' (Inspiration Monday)
Tonight was a real treat for us and our friends; way way back in the 1970’s we went to see '3 Dog Night' at the Niagara Falls Convention Center; we were in our 20’s and they put on a great show.
Now fast forward 35 yrs and close your eyes because they sounded just the same as they did back then. As we looked out into the audience the view was quite different this time; a sea of bobbing white heads were all we could see.
All the same generation that were watching back in the 70’s still fans and still enjoying the same music. The Buffalo philharmonic joined 3 Dog Night at the music hall tonight and they brought back all those great memories and great music from that generation when songs told a story and made some sense; easy to understand lyrics and a tune you could sing along with.
They still have it after all these years.
Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared from Facebook...
Saturday, October 13, 2012
"Pregnant @ 71..." 'Chester "Unc" Lau (Source)
- A woman went to the doctor's office where she was seen by one of the younger doctors.
- After about four minutes in the examination room, she burst out
- screaming as she ran down the hall.
- An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was, and she
- told him her story.
- After listening, he had her sit down and relax in another room.
- The older doctor marched down the hallway back to where the young
- doctor was writing on his clipboard.
- "What the hell is the matter with you?!" the older doctor demanded.
- Mrs. Terry is 71 years old, has four grown children and seven
- grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?"
- The younger doctor continued writing and without looking up said,
"Does she still have the hiccups?" - Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared from Facebook...
| BTW, The answer is Big Tips! What were you thinking? ;D) |
Friday, October 12, 2012
"What has America become..? 'Chester "Unc" Lau (Source)
The following is a transcript of a letter to the editor that first appeared on June 9, 2010, in the Iosco County News Herald. It is attributed to someone by the name of Ken Huber from Tawas City, Michigan. I feel that is equally relevant 6 months later and maybe it can be a barometer for how the Republican Congress is doing at making inroads into changing the current state of ship in the U.S.
What has America become?
Editor,
Has America become the land of special interest and home of the double standard?
Lets see: if we lie to the Congress, it’s a felony and if the Congress lies to us its just politics; if we dislike a black person, we’re racist and if a black person dislikes whites, its their 1st Amendment right; the government spends millions to rehabilitate criminals and they do almost nothing for the victims; in public schools you can teach that homosexuality is OK, but you better not use the word God in the process; you can kill an unborn child, but it is wrong to execute a mass murderer; we don’t burn books in America, we now rewrite them; we got rid of communist and socialist threats by renaming them progressive; we are unable to close our border with Mexico, but have no problem protecting the 38th parallel in Korea; if you protest against President Obama’s policies you’re a terrorist, but if you burned an American flag or George Bush in effigy it was your 1st Amendment right.
We take money from those who work hard for it and give it to those who don’t want to work; we all support the Constitution, but only when it supports our political ideology; we still have freedom of speech, but only if we are being politically correct; parenting has been replaced with Ritalin and video games; the land of opportunity is now the land of hand outs; the similarity between Hurricane Katrina and the gulf oil spill is that neither president did anything to help.
And how do we handle a major crisis today? The government appoints a committee to determine who’s at fault, then threatens them, passes a law, raises our taxes; tells us the problem is solved so they can get back to their reelection campaign.
What has happened to the land of the free and home of the brave?
- Ken Huber
Tawas City
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Thursday, October 11, 2012
"How to determine whom to vote for..?" 'James "Kimo" Rosen
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| Hawai'i Governor Neil Abercrombie, Obama Da Dog and James "Kimo" Rosen talk story on how to determine whom to vote for... Michael Herr our regular Aloha Friday Guest-blogger is on sabbatical for a few weeks. we wish him and his wife safe journeys and look forward to his return! Aloha, Check out my opinion article in the 10-30-12 edition of the Kaua'i Garden Island news,"How do you choose to vote?" This article was published from this blog! http://thegardenisland.com/ |
Sometimes you personally know someone, or that candidate once did you or a family member a favor. Maybe you just like the looks of one candidate over another, maybe the candidate is the same religion as you or has the same skin color as you. You may even like the political views of the candidate. There are as many ways of determining who to vote for as there are fish in the sea.
My method is somewhat unconventional, being a news junkie and a huge fan of late night comedy I enjoy the candidates that makes news for controversial things and are easy to make fun of. Remember George W. Bush? The Late night comedians had their hey day when Dubya was in office. He was easy to impersonate and make fun of as was Sara Palin.
With that said I like being entertained and really don't believe one man or woman will make a difference. Therefore I vote for the candidate that is most easy to mock, make fun of and ridicule. The ones that always make news with something stupid they did, or the ones that are easy to make jokes about.
How I long for the days of Dubya, Clinton and Jimmy Carter.
Aloha, Check out my opinion article in the 10-30-12 edition of the Kaua'i Garden Island news,"How do you choose to vote?" This article was published from this blog!
http://thegardenisland.com/
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