The beauty of nature
It doesn't matter what you wear
What you eat or what you weigh.
Who cares if your hair's a total mess
Or if you're hundreds of miles away?
To see you in my contact list
Whenever you're online
Reminds me of how glad I am
That you're all friends of mine!
Whenever I need to rant or rave
You're always there for me,
You hear me out on everything
And we so rarely disagree!
Whether there's a problem to solve
Or a funny story to tell,
Though we listen with our eyes,
We understand each other so well.
We've got games right at our fingertips
And funny greetings too,
Whenever I'm at my computer,
There's ALWAYS something to do!
So here's to you, my cyber friends,
You really are the best!!
You make the web sure feel like home
And for that I feel so blessed!
Unknown
Mount Snowdon, Wales, UK.
The Asian Sunbear, sometimes known as the Honey Bear, is found primarily in the tropical rainforests of Southeast Asia. In today's video this sleepy Asian Sunbear cub is found lying on the back of an old wagon. Hope this makes you smile as much as it did me!
Sleepy Bear Can Not Stay Awake
10 Illusions in 5 Minutes
THE BEAUTY OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE UNDONE
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.
We take English for granted,
but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that
quicksand can work slowly,
boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that
you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them,
what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
could be running the danger of being called verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
(If the opposite were true, then we must be built upside down.)
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop,
how come Mother's not Mop?
I would like to add that
if people from Poland are called Poles
then people from Holland should be Holes
and the Germans Germs !!!!!!
And still we say that English is a great language!
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."
~ Unknown ~
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