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From my Australian/New Zealand friend “Whitesnakes”
Spanish singer Julio Iglesias was on UK television with British TV host Anne Diamond.
He used the word "manyana" (pronounced "man -yana").
Diamond asked him to explain what it meant.
He said that the term means: "Maybe the job will be done tomorrow; Maybe the next day; Maybe the day after that; Or perhaps next week; Next month; Next year. Who really cares?"
The host turned to Albert Yatapingu from the Gumbaingeri Tribe (aboriginal) who was also on the show. She asked him if there was an equivalent term in his native language.
Eh" he replied. "In Australia we don't have a word to describe that degree of urgency."
Little Johnny gets home from school and says "Dad, I've got a part in the school play as a man who's been married for 25 years." His Dad replies "Never mind Johnny, Maybe next time you'll get a speaking part manyana!!"
First: Happy Birthday Dad.. Joseph B. Fraker (1916 - 1998).. Born on October 3, 1916
Second: Janis Joplin’s Mercedes Benz.. Oct. 1, 1970 at the Sunset Sound recording studio in Los Angeles. Janis Joplin asks producer Paul Rothchild to roll tape. She has a song she’d like to sing. Read More
When I sing, I feel like when you're first in love. It's more than sex. It's that point two people can get to they call love, when you really touch someone for the first time, but it's gigantic, multiplied by the whole audience. I feel chills. Janis Joplin…….
Robert Service my favorite poet.
Third:: This year's National Poetry Day Thursday 2 October. National Poetry Day is a British campaign to promote poetry, including public performances. National Poetry Day was founded in 1994 by William Sieghart. It takes place annually in the UK and Ireland on the first Thursday of October. Since its inception, it has engaged millions of people across the country with live events, classroom activities and broadcasts. Read More ( Thank You U.K. )
The Men that Don't Fit In by: Robert W. Service
There's A race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. If they just went straight they might go far, They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are, And they want the strange and new. They say: "Could I find my proper groove, What a deep mark I would make!" So they chop and change, and each fresh move Is only a fresh mistake. And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last. He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance; He has just done things by half. Life's been a jolly good joke on him, And now is the time to laugh. Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost; He was never meant to win; He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone; He's a man who won't fit in. READ MORE
AND::: I will leave you with this thought from a much younger Joe Todd…
Thanks for stopping by… I guess I’m still “out there” a wandering……
Three old men went into the pro shop after playing 18 holes of golf. The pro asked, "Did you guys have a good game today?" The first old guy said, " I had the most riders ever. I had five." The second old guy said, "I had 7 riders, the same as last time." The last old man said, "I beat my old record. I had 12 riders today." After they went into the locker room, another golfer who had heard the old guys talking about their game went to the pro and said, "I've been playing golf for a long time and thought I knew all the terminology of the game, but what's a rider?" The pro said, "A rider is when you hit the ball far enough to actually get in the golf cart and ride to it."
This one is just a little “BAD” Thanks Terry F. for the email…
One evening a husband, thinking he was being funny, said to his wife "Perhaps we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast. Maybe it would take a few inches off of your
butt!!"
His wife was not amused, and decided that she simply couldn't let such a comment go unanswered.
The next morning the husband took a pair of underwear out of his drawer.
"What the Hell is this??" he said to himself as a little
'dust' cloud appeared when he shook them out. "April," he hollered into the bathroom, "Why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?"
She replied with a snicker... "It's not talcum powder......
It's Miracle Grow...!!!
How to keep your mouth shut:: I have a genetic disorder known as “can not keep my mouth shut” READ MOREHave A Great Day
It’s a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt.
After they crawl out of their cars,
The woman says, “So you’re a man, that’s interesting. I’m a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There’s nothing left but fortunately we are unhurt. This must be a sign from God
that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days.”
The man replied, “I agree with you completely. This must be a sign from God! “
The woman continued, “And look at this, here’s another miracle…. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn’t break.
Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune.”
Then she hands the bottle to the man. The man shakes his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle
and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle, immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, “Aren’t you having any?” The woman replies, “No. I think I’ll just wait for the police”
Confession of an Old Italian Man a World War II saga……
An elderly Italian man (Agnolo), who lived on the outskirts of Rimini Italy,
went to the local church for confession. When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional,
the man said, “Father, during World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood
knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic.”
The priest replied, “That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that.”
"There is more to tell, Father… she started to repay me with sexual favors. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays."
The priest said, “That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger, but two people under those circumstances can succumb to the weakness of the flesh.
However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven.”
"Thank you, Father. That’s a great load off my mind. I do have one more question."
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From my Australian/New Zealand friend “Whitesnakes”
"Manyana" my new favorite “Quality Time” word. 
Have a great day…
