Cracked Pot

A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water; at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

SO, to all of my crackpot friends and fans, have a great day kids and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

Loveya....Ric

Court Testimony

Police Officer is on the stand, being cross examined by attorney for the defendant.


Q: "Officer--did you see my client fleeing the scene?"

A: "No sir. But I subsequently observed a person matching the
description of the offender, running several blocks away."

Q: "Officer--who provided this description?"

A: "The officer who responded to the scene."

Q: "A fellow officer provided the description of this so-called
offender. Do you trust your fellow officers?"

A: "Yes, sir. With my life."

Q: "With your life? Let me ask you this then officer. Do you have a
room where you change your clothes in preparation for your daily duties?"

A: "Yes sir, we do!"

Q: "And do you have a locker in the room?"

A: "Yes sir, I do."

Q: "And do you have a lock on your locker?"

A: "Yes sir."

Q: "Now why is it, officer, if you trust your fellow officers with
your life, you find it necessary to lock your locker in a room you share with these same officers?"

A: "You see, sir--we share the building with the court complex, and
sometimes lawyers have been known to walk through that room."

The courtroom erupted in laughter, and a prompt recess was called.


Take care....Ric

Wrong Side of the Tracks

There can be no argument that there is a stark difference between one side of the railroad tracks and the other- and we all know don’t we about how literally the other side of the tracks is no doubt the bad side.

That divide, though, is a phenomenon.

The other side is an area of danger, full of gangs and crime…..reports of muggings and thugs….all on the other side of the tracks. It is a place that forever has been known to be covered by a dark shadow.

I am on the good side. Thankfully.

On my side - a nice park from where I regularly stop to view the skyline of the city. On the bad side - a bad park with no view; rubbish and an aura of creepiness.

On my side, tennis courts. Over there drunks, walking the streets all hours.

On the good side, traffic jams. That may be the worst part. Even the trees look healthier on the good side.

The good side feels like it is basked in sunshine and clear blue skies. The bad side feels grey.

The good side is quiet. The bad side is noisy.

In the alley ways of the good side a kid is riding his bike through. You don’t want to venture down the alleyway of the bad side of the tracks.

As soon as I cross the tracks, I can feel my mood change. What was once a calm, serine, relaxed mentality, soon turns edgy, on guard and suspicious.

This is just my subjective viewpoint. Maybe we each have in our own mind, an imaginary train line division of good and bad, a line we prefer not to cross.

In our life, we each decide where and how we want to live. You can investigate and visit different neighborhoods and ways of life. You can go for a drive and look around. Sometimes we do. Some do. But we are often swayed by things we have heard. A certain place gets a “bad” reputation. Was our mind made up before we even visited over there?

Maybe the other side, the bad side, was a myth. And those over there, well, they thought their side was the good side.

cya.....Ric

"Diamond"

"Break And Run"

Definition: The motivation for pool players to practice many hours a day—-to be able to wipe the table clear in one turn, never letting their opponent shoot - Make the opening break then make all the balls needed in a row to win while the opponent sits and watches. Ouch!

I finally did it. Last night. Michelle was there to witness it. It was great. She could hear the comments from the crowd. As I got closer and closer, she could hear the comments, the whispers and the hushes. I have done it before twice, in non league play. But last night was my first time in league competition. That was a really good feeling.
Ric

Living

OK , So lately , I have been having quite a ball.
It has been amazing to me how much fun the world is giving me and the experiences I am sharing.
I give alot and I seem to be getting alot back.
I am so grateful and thankful to my wonderful loving wife Michelle.


Ric

Perception and Attitude

Expect to find an answer, and you will.

When I consider it to be a beautiful day, it is.

When I believe I am Happy, I am.

When I think or trust that things will work out, they do.

Know that something is possible for you, and it will come about. Our perceptions shape the reality that we experience.The way we see our life has a great influence on the way our life unfolds. The attitude we take into each day has far reaching consequences.

Take Care....Ric

Ferris Bueler's Day Off

We went out to the Rangers game last night.

What a night to be there. Two home runs. One grand slam. Two triples by Sammy Sosa. A 8 run 5th inning. A win, 14-4.

And then the foul ball. We get there, and right there in the first inning, I said to my wife, "I think I am going to catch a foul ball tonight." Sure enough, a couple of innings later here comes one our way, but just above us into the deck above us, but ooopps...it drops and falls into the seat right in front of me. But I didn't go for it cause this dad was picking it up for his little kid. I think to myself...well...that was my chance for a foul ball. But no...a couple of innings later, here comes another one, this time right to me - I take off my hat to try and catch it in my hat, but I missed...but somehow it bounced around and came right back to me. I just bent down and picked it up. It was amazing.

And the best part.....good company. My lovely Michelle...and ED and Lora...I had a great time.

Ric

Ladies Undies

I have noticed the ladies mentioning their underwear either in a blog or as part of a comment left somewhere. Also of course you have those who love to flash it either as part of their main picture or somewhere else on their page. What is going on here? Is the showing of the sexy undies an enticement to the guys?

Do ladies wear the sexy underwear all the time? Do you wear them just for special occassions or is this what we would see under normal conditions as well? Does a little voice in the back of your head tell you your bra and panties should match and be clean, in case you are in an accident that required your clothes to be cut off and afforded some emergency room technician to remark to the others in the room..."oh my gosh this womans panties match her bra"... but you never know.. it could happen.. and you will be ready for it should it ever occur?


Ladies, are you empowered by your underclothes? Does the color reflect your subconscious mood?

Do you wear thongs? How do they make you feel different?

Do different styles or colors have different effects of you?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Ric

Mom

Mother

You took care of me when I was little
and watched over me all these many years.
You have always lifted me back up and sent me on my way,
dispelling all my worries, my doubts and my fears.

You always knew how to make me feel special,
It was more than just being a mother, it was you just being you.
It's never been enough to just say I Love You,
cause that could never repay all the things you do.

I have thanked the Lord for you a hundred million times,
No one knew how much you were on my mind.
I've dreamed of miracles and having special powers,
to somehow return the love and pay you back in kind.

You have always been my hero,
You have always stood so tall.
Most everyone thinks their mom is best,
But in my eyes you have surpassed them all.

You loved, you forgave countless times,
And you molded me into the man you knew I could be.
After all these years, you are still just so amazing,
I am overwhelmed at just what you see in me.

I thank you for the smile you always have for me,
I thank you for the words, you always know what to say.
With a heart overflowing with love and respect,
I send you greetings and thankyou's Mom, on this another
Mother's Day.

by Ric Justiss

Meetings

Bottled Up

Allergies

The Love Dress

THE LOVE DRESS

A woman stopped by unannounced at her recently married son's
house.
She rang the doorbell and walked in.

She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch,
totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume
filled the room.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm waiting for my husband to come home from work, " the
daughter-in-law answered.

"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed.

"This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained.

"Love Dress? But your naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed.

"My husband loves me to wear this dress, " she explained.
"When he sees it, he instantly becomes romantic.

The mother-in-law left. When she got home, she undressed, showered
and put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD,
and
laid on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive.

Finally her husband came home. He walked in and saw her laying there
so provocatively. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"This is my love dress, " she whispered, sensually.

"Needs ironing, " he said. "What's for dinner?"


His funeral will be held this coming Thursday, closed casket.

lol...Ric