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		<title>Mayonnaise Jar and Two Beers for Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s891.photobucket.com/albums/ac116/internetpages/Marketing/mayonnaise_jar_250_ml.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 352px;" src="http://s891.photobucket.com/albums/ac116/internetpages/Marketing/mayonnaise_jar_250_ml.jpg" alt="Mayonnaise Jar" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.</p>
<p>A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.</p>
<p>When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.</p>
<p>He then asked the students if the jar was full.</p>
<p>They agreed that it was.</p>
<p>The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.</p>
<p>The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.</p>
<p>He then asked the students again if the jar was full.</p>
<p>They agreed it was.</p>
<p>The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.</p>
<p>Of course, the sand filled up everything else.</p>
<p>He asked once more if the jar was full.</p>
<p>The students responded with a unanimous &#8216;yes.&#8217;</p>
<p>The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s891.photobucket.com/albums/ac116/internetpages/Marketing/2_Cans.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://s891.photobucket.com/albums/ac116/internetpages/Marketing/2_Cans.jpg" border="0" alt="2 Cans" /></a>The students laughed..</p>
<p>&#8216;Now,&#8217; said the professor as the laughter subsided, &#8216;I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.</p>
<p>The golf balls are the important things&#8212;your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions&#8212;and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.</p>
<p>The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.</p>
<p>The sand is everything else&#8212;the small stuff.</p>
<p>&#8216;If you put the sand into the jar first,&#8217; he continued, &#8216;there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.&#8217;</p>
<p>The same goes for life.</p>
<p>If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.</p>
<p>Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.</p>
<p>Spend time with your children.</p>
<p>Spend time with your parents.</p>
<p>Visit with grandparents.</p>
<p>Take time to get medical checkups.</p>
<p>Take your spouse out to dinner.</p>
<p>Play another 18.</p>
<p>There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s891.photobucket.com/albums/ac116/internetpages/Marketing/golf-balls-in-a-jar.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://s891.photobucket.com/albums/ac116/internetpages/Marketing/golf-balls-in-a-jar.jpg" border="0" alt="Golf Balls in a Jar" /></a>Take care of the golf balls first&#8212;the things that really matter.</p>
<p>The rest is just sand.</p>
<p>One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.</p>
<p>The professor smiled and said, &#8216;I&#8217;m glad you asked.&#8217;</p>
<p>The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there&#8217;s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.</p>
<p>Please share this with someone you care about. I JUST DID!</p>
<p>LIFE ISN&#8217;T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS&#8230;<br />IT&#8217;S LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN!</p>
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		<title>The Wrong E-mail Address</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This one is priceless.. Wrong email address.A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address!!!! A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:150%;">This one is priceless..</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wrong email address.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address!!!!</span></p>
<p>A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.</p>
<p>Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules.</p>
<p>So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.</p>
<p>The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife.</p>
<p>However, he accidentally left out one letter in her <a href="http://emails.salesandmarketing.ws/">email</a> address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned <a href="http://www.salesandmarketing.ws/2007/01/home-is-where-heart-is.html">home</a> from her husband&#8217;s funeral.</p>
<p>He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack.</p>
<p>The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends.</p>
<p>After reading the <a href="http://marketing.pwebs.net/2008/03/13/online-marketing-means-knowing-your-customers-semantically/">first message</a>, she screamed and fainted.</p>
<p>The widow&#8217;s son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:</p>
<p>To: My Loving Wife<br />Subject: I&#8217;ve Arrived <a href="http://www.rightontoday.com/">Right</a> On <a href="http://marketingstrategies.backflag.com/2008/09/marketing-time.html">Time</a><br />Date: October 16, 2005</p>
<p>I know you&#8217;re surprised to hear from me.</p>
<p>They have computers and the <a href="http://pwebs.net/">Internet</a> here now and you are allowed to send <a href="http://pwebs.net/email/">emails</a> to your loved ones.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve just arrived and have been checked in.<br />I&#8217;ve seen that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.<br />Looking <a href="http://pwebs.net/marketing/articles/index.php">forward</a> to seeing you then!!!!<br />Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.<br />P.S. It sure is freaking hot down here!!!!</span></p>
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		<title>Johnny Carson &amp; Jack Webb &amp; The Clappers</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Johnny Carson and Jack Webb provide a very funny story about a cleaning women named Clara Clifford who discovers Johnny Carson&#8217;s copper clappers were stolen from his closet by Claud Cooper, a kleptomaniac from Cleveland. Is your website discovered online? Is it found in the search engine results pages for your keywords? Improve your Internet [...]]]></description>
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<p>Johnny Carson and Jack Webb provide a very funny story about a cleaning women named Clara Clifford who discovers Johnny Carson&#8217;s copper clappers were stolen from his closet by Claud Cooper, a kleptomaniac from Cleveland.</p>
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		<title>To Be 6 Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To Be 6 Again&#8230; A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she&#8217;d like to have for her Birthday. &#8216;I&#8217;d like to be six again&#8217;, she replied, still looking in the mirror. On the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-weight:bold;">To Be 6 Again&#8230; </span></p>
<p>A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she&#8217;d like to have for her Birthday. </p>
<p>&#8216;I&#8217;d like to be six again&#8217;, she replied, still looking in the mirror.   </p>
<p>On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was  reeling and her stomach felt upside down. </p>
<p>He then took her to a McDonald&#8217;s where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake. </p>
<p>Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&#038;M&#8217;s. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, &#8216;Well Dear, what was it like being six again??&#8217;</p>
<p>Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. &#8216;I meant my  dress size, you dumb ass!&#8217;  </p>
<p>The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he&#8217;s gonna get it wrong. </p>
<p>SEND THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH AND TO MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT.</p>
<p>So, which way were you really thinking to begin with?</p>
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		<title>Beware of Smart Little People</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You&#8217;ll know the feeling. I was having trouble with my computer.So I called Eric, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over.Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, &#8216;So, what was wrong?He replied, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;ll know the feeling. </p>
<p>I was having trouble with my computer.<br />So I called Eric, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over.<br />Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem.</p>
<p>As he was walking away, I called after him, &#8216;So, what was wrong?<br />He replied, &#8220;It was an ID ten T error.&#8221;</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, &#8220;An, ID ten T error? What&#8217;s that? In case I need to fix it again.&#8221;</p>
<p>Eric grinned&#8230;. &#8220;Haven&#8217;t you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; I replied. &#8220;Write it down,&#8221; he said, &#8220;and I think you&#8217;ll figure it out.&#8221;</p>
<p>So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T</p>
<p><span style="font-weight:bold;">I used to like Eric&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.</span></p>
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		<title>Bear Crossing The Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A bear was walking across the &#8220;Rainbow Bridge&#8221; in Truckee California, on the I-80, California / Nevada State line, when two cars also crossed the bridge from both directions. The bear was so scared, with no place to run, made a leap over the side of the bridge. The motorists stopped their cars in horror [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gotofridays.googlepages.com/bear-crossing-the-bridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px;" src="http://gotofridays.googlepages.com/bear-crossing-the-bridge.jpg" alt="Bear Crossing The Bridge" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:150%;"  >A bear was walking across the &#8220;Rainbow Bridge&#8221; in Truckee California, on the I-80, California / Nevada State line, when two cars also crossed the bridge from both directions.</p>
<p>The bear was so scared, with no place to run, made a leap over the side of the bridge. The motorists stopped their cars in horror of what just happened and ran to the edge to see how badly the bear was injured. To their amazement, they saw that bear had somehow grasped the lower ledge of the bridge support as it fell and pulled itself back up.</p>
<p>The authorities were notified that night and after making an assessment, they decided there was nothing that could be done until the following morning. Authorities returned at daybreak to find the bear sleeping on the ledge of the bridge support. A large, construction style, safety net was hung under the bridge and the bear was shot with a tranquilizing dart; then safely lowered to the ground below.</p>
<p>The first line sounds like the opening of a bad joke but here are the pictures&#8230;</span></p>
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<p><span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:150%;"  >&#8230;And this is how the bear crossed the bridge!</p>
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		<title>Goodbye Mom</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This brought a tear to my eye! Hope this touches you the way it touched me! GOOD-BYE MOM A young man shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old lady following him around. If he stopped, she stopped. Furthermore she kept staring at him. She finally overtook him at the checkout, and she turned to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gotofridays.googlepages.com/sad-girl.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://gotofridays.googlepages.com/sad-girl.jpg" border="0" alt="Sad Girl" /></a>This brought a tear to my eye!</p>
<p>Hope this touches you the way it touched me!</p>
<p><span style="font-weight:bold;">GOOD-BYE MOM</span></p>
<p>A young man shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old lady following him around. If he stopped, she stopped. Furthermore she kept staring at him.</p>
<p>She finally overtook him at the checkout, and she turned to him and said,<br />&#8220;I hope I haven&#8217;t made you feel ill at ease;<br />it&#8217;s just that you look so much like my late son.&#8221;</p>
<p>He answered, &#8220;That&#8217;s okay.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I know it&#8217;s silly, but if you&#8217;d call out &#8220;Good bye, Mom&#8221;<br />as I leave the store, it would make me feel so happy.&#8221;</p>
<p>She then went through the checkout, and as she was on her<br />way out of the store, the man called out, &#8220;Good-bye, Mom.&#8221;</p>
<p>The little old lady waved, and smiled back at him</p>
<p>Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine<br /> into someone&#8217;s day,<br />he went to pay for his groceries.</p>
<p>&#8220;That comes to $121.85,&#8221; said the clerk.</p>
<p>&#8220;How come so much &#8230; I only bought 5 items..&#8221;</p>
<p>The clerk replied, &#8220;Yeah, but your Mother said<br />you&#8217;d be paying for her things, too.&#8221;</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t trust little Old Ladies!!!</p>
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		<title>Friday&#8217;s Hoot</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[oh my gosh this is a hoot For anyone who didn&#8217;t see David Letterman&#8217;s take on this: (And it&#8217;s a true story&#8230;) On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p><b>oh my gosh this is a hoot</b></p>
<p>For anyone who didn&#8217;t see David Letterman&#8217;s take on this: (And it&#8217;s a true story&#8230;)</p>
<p>On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. &#8220;I&#8217;ll be right back and we&#8217;ll go to eat,&#8221; she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.</p>
<p>As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard.</p>
<p>Both were black.</p>
<p>One of them was tall&#8230;very tall&#8230;an intimidating figure.</p>
<p>The woman froze.</p>
<p>Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me. Her next thought was: Don&#8217;t be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed.  She hoped they didn&#8217;t read her mind but Gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!!</p>
<p>Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now.</p>
<p>Her face was flushed. She couldn&#8217;t just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and the another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn&#8217;t move.</p>
<p>Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I&#8217;m trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore.</p>
<p>Then one of the men said, &#8220;Hit the floor.&#8221; Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.</p>
<p>More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, &#8220;Ma&#8217;am, if you&#8217;ll just tell us what floor you&#8217;re going to, we&#8217;ll push the button.&#8221;</p>
<p>The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh.The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.</p>
<p>&#8220;When I told my friend here to hit the floor,&#8221; said the average sized one, I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn&#8217;t mean for you to hit the floor, ma&#8217;am.&#8221; He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.</p>
<p>The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I&#8217;ve made of myself.  She was too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her.</p>
<p>How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn&#8217;t know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket.</p>
<p>When the elevator arrived at her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator.</p>
<p>The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.</p>
<p>The next morning flowers were delivered to her room &#8211; a dozen roses.</p>
<p>Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill.</p>
<p>The card said: &#8220;Thanks for the best laugh we&#8217;ve had in years.&#8221;</p>
<p>It was signed;</p>
<p>Eddie Murphy</p>
<p>Michael Jordan</p></blockquote>
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