Much ado nowadays pairing gourmet coffees with matching desserts, or chocolate varieties. We've discovered something new for you to pair. Why not pair a premium coffee with the unique and individual personality of someone you care about. Dads are all so different. For a fun change of gift-giving pace, this Father's day find the perfect gift for "character" Interestingly every coffee has its own character profile, it's own nature. Wouldn't it be a novel and interesting thought to match the style of a coffee gift, to Dad's own very special style? YOUR SWEET DAD Let's take for example, Dad has a very sweet disposition, very low key, never a mean word shall pass his lips; well in this case give Dad the gift of coffee highlighted by a Low Acidity, Sweet Tasting Profile. Your choice of fabulous gourmet coffee's defined by this character profile would be: Sweet Tasting with a light body and low acidity India Malabar 'Monsooned Voyage' Monsooned or aged by the elements... this Dad has grown better with time.
Below is a quote from the movie The Barbershop. I replaced the word "barber" with "janitor". "See, in my day, a janitor was more than just somebody who sit around in a FUBU shirt with his drawers hanging all out. In my day, a janitor was a counselor. He was a fashion expert. A style coach. Pimp. Just general all-around hustler. But the problem with y'all cats today, is that you got no skill. No sense of history." The Janitor. The person you pass in the hallway everyday. He (or she) is not exactly an international man (or woman) of mystery nor is he the ignorable ghost some treat him as. Don't picture him as the person who dances with the dookie rather envision a vintage soul that posses a key to any problem and can polish up an issue no matter how grimy it is. From my experience it seems that status dictates the way a person is treated by others. Whether it's the cleaning crew that details your Hummer H2, the CEO of your company or the concubine you practice making babies with every Thursday night;
Our recent history has accumulated a record of botched initiatives, uncertain situations and tragic episodes that have led the United States into the road to decadence, universal scorn and national misery. It must be admitted that those responsible took advantage of the ignorance and naivetй of a good half of the American people in order to get elected not once but twice! As we come to the end of this fateful period, we begin to notice the appearance of what can best be called home grown Judases that prey on their protectors, friends and associates in the administration and regency of the realm. They can not be stopped; those who pursue the role are doing what some one did a couple of thousand years ago and forever instituted the Judas process. They follow the process for the same reasons; the notable difference is that instead of a few Roman coins, they expect a few million dollars, or Euros if you wish. Not everyone can become a Judas. It is easy to become a tattletale, a stabber in the back, a gossip bug or a rabble rouser but to earn the Judas label demands a strong capacity to overcome the nagging of a conscience and the ability to disregard any scruples that might appear uninvited.
Few people appreciate the great contribution the handgun has made to television and motion pictures. What would police shows, for example, be without .38 Specials and .357 Magnums? Imagine police detectives standing around the squad room in shirtsleeves, rifles dangling from under their armpits. Ridiculous! The shows that would really suffer from an absence of handguns, though, would be the westerns. Without the pistol, there would be no fast draw, and without the fast draw, westerns would be a whole lot different. Consider, if you will, and if you have the stomach for it, a quick-draw scene with rifles. Matt Dillon clumps out into the street from the Long Branch Saloon to issue a warning to one of the quaintly named villains so characteristic of "Gunsmoke." "Chester and I caught you red-handed stealin buffalo humps up on the flat, Ick Crud" he says. "You be outta town by sundown if you know what's good fer ya. Folks here 'bouts don't take kindly to buffalo-humpers." Ick Crud sneers.
Look, I have no love for Senator John Edwards, the trial lawyer who wanted to be President, but at least he looked like a preppie type on stage. Why? I suppose it's because he pays $600 for a haircut. But then I look at the fact that Senator Edwards endorsed Senator Obama for President, but Obama's hair stylist, well quite frankly if he does have one they suck. So, I ask Who Does Obama's Hair anyway? They do a lousy job, and I say "Fire them! " You know since this entire election resembles a bad day at the "Survivor Island" and this Democrat Nomination process reminds me of a reality TV program and Donald Trump would never have such an apprentice do his hair or look so out of place with a bad haircut, maybe it's time to tell Obama; "You're Fired! " along with his hair assistant? It appears that Senator Obama does not care about his viewers, sure he gives them great speeches and tells them exactly what they wish to hear so they vote for him, but then he disses them with that hairdo.
What is the definition of nostalgia? According to Webster's, it means "a longing to go back to one's home, homesickness" or " a longing for something far away or long ago". Or how about this one: " longing for former happy circumstances". Does candy have a place in nostalgia? What kinds of things bring back those sweet memories for you? Certain smells, the name of someone dear, a picture. An old movie or television show. Just recently, I re-read my "travel diaries". I did quite a bit of traveling while growing up and it was a lot of fun to read what I had written. To remind myself of my family, the places we visited, the games we played. Bonfires, sudden thunderstorms, a hurricane I got caught in. Freshly caught and cooked trout. That's right... the good ole days. But what about candy? I ask you again. Does candy have a place in our view of nostalgia? Razzles? Parachute Jumpers? Bazooka Bubble Gum? Sugar Babies? Sugar Daddies? All of the above? I used to earn a whopping $2.00 a week for my allowance.
Yesterday morning, I was toweling off after a shower, when I begin shaking and shivering uncontrollably. With great difficulty I managed to get some clothes on and made my way to the indoor patio. Shirley brought tons of covers, which while they didn't stop my shivering; they were certainly welcomed. Most of the shivering came from within, hello hot tea! Fortunately this bout lasted several hours, not nearly as long as days in the past. Yes, malaria was just a part of spending time in Pacific islands. Quinine, a bitter-tasting drug made from cinchona bark wasn't always available but the mosquitoes were! Malaria is an infectious disease caused by a parasite that is transmitted by the bite of infected mosquitoes. Common in tropical countries, the disease is characterized by recurring chills and fever. In late 1944, I traveled by train and bus to Albany, in upstate New York; to spend a weekend with a charming lady friend. Too much snow on the ground for anything to carry me to her house, so with my wool overcoat and low cut dress shoes off I went for a little 6 mile hike through the snow.
My mother-in-law is driving me absolutely crazy. She is continuing to tell me it is okay to come to town when >>>I have a major major back problem, >>>Geraldine is having a gallbladder attack and >>>my house is completely upside-down from a flood and so she thinks it is plausible that she and her two daughters can come to town to help, even after I plead they do not. >>> "I just got a letter from her and I refuse to read it to the finish." Who really needs to spend ten minutes devouring the musings of a pity pot? This woman remembers everything that has gone wrong in her life, how she arrived expediently on the scene to straighten everyone out, according to her beliefs and must, ALWAYS MUST, noooooo, NEEDS TO, for the betterment of mankind, prevail upon others that she has wisdom far beyond anything we will ever have in life. She is here on bended knee to our God above and, even better, her divine spirit has a direct line to God. Therefore she is answering God's calling by showing up when she is told she isn't wanted.
When the final chapter in my life's story has been written and work on the screenplay for the movie begins, someone will be faced with the difficult assignment of deciding who will play me on the big screen. It won't be an easy task because it will take an actor of the first water to capture the true essence of me. My life has had the same assortments of successes and failures, tears, both of joy and of sorrow, grand excitement and heart-rending disappointments as everyone else in this world. I can say though, in all honesty I've never been bored a day in my life! I guess I've been thoroughly blessed to have survived in this world as long as I have without the benefit of a burning desire for anything, leaving me slightly out of step with all the movers and shakers of this world. Does that mean that I've been without dreams and goals to achieve them? No! Having no great desire to save the world, cure cancer or control a corporate empire has worked well for me. With only a few exceptions there's not a thing I would change if I had all this to do over again.
The Memorial Day weekend is behind us and you know what that means. It means they need to come up with a way to make the Tuesday after Memorial Day a holiday, too. Write your Congressman today, unless he's being indicted for hiring call girls, tax evasion or not recycling. It also means that if you live in an area where people come to visit for the summer, it's time to put on your smiley faces. As a lifelong resident of the Jersey shore, I know the pain and anguish that many of you fellow residents are going through now that the unofficial beginning of summer is here. I'm talking about the dreaded "Attack of the Killer Tourists." Take heed. It is up to all of us to keep our senses keen, our eyes sharply peeled and our patience numbed by some controlled dangerous substance, in order to deal with the wrath of this unpredictable visitor. Now, in defense of the tourist, it should be noted that without them, our economy would suffer and many store owners would be left with a gigantic inventory of animals made out of seashells, tons of salt water taffy made during the Mesozoic era and mountains of "I'm With Stupid" tee shirts.