When a boy is named after his dad, he is usually called Junior. So what do you call a girl that is named after her mother? I really dont know!
Hey Mon How Many Jobs You Got?
I love that skit from In Living Color called “Hey Mon!,” in which the members a Jamaican family, the Hedley’s, have many jobs The show always starts with the father greeting the audience with, “Hey Mon!” followed soon thereafter by, “How many jobs you got?”
So I did some research and found that the average person will have from anywhere from 5-15 Jobs in their lifetime.
So How many Jobs have you had Mon?
What was your first Job ever?
I have had 8 so far. My first was 2 paper routes.
Better Do It or Else!
I got so tired of recieving things saying that if you dont sent this to so many people this will happen. Or, if you send this to so many people you will get this. So here was my post. Cut and paste this as your status, send it to 3 people in 10 minutes. Absolutely Nothing will happen! IT WORKS! I’ve done it twice and both times nothing happened!
Share Your Time
Share some time with those who need you.
They need our time more then we will ever know. It seems that we can get so wrapped up in our work or whatever else it may be and we tend to ignore those that need us the most. I received this email awhile back and found it to be sad. Sad because I know I have been on both ends of the story at one time or another or have seen it in others lives as well.
Share Your Time(author unknown)
A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door. “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.
“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?
“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.
“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.
“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”
“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”
The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare him ask such questions only to get some money.
After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00, and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked.
“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.
“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.
“Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”
Just Me Being Me 