Friday, October 17, 2008

Fascinating, but Useless Facts

For no particular reason at all, here are some Fascinating, but Useless Facts.

Cows do not have upper front teeth.

Cher's real name is Cherilyn Sarkisian.

Esther is the only book in the Bible that does not contain the word "God."

The shortest war on record took place in 1896 when Zanzibar surrendered to Britain after 38 minutes.

Half the world's population earns about 5% of the world's wealth.

New Zealand is home to 4 million people and 70 million sheep.

A square piece of dry paper cannot be folded in half more than 7 times.(try it)

William Henry Harrison had the shortest term of office as president. He served from for 32 days, from 4 March to 4 April 1841.

The people killed most often during bank robberies are the robbers.

The harmonica is the world's best-selling music instrument.

US and European expenditure on pet food is $17 billion per year.

The global expenditure on healthcare and nutrition is $13 billion.

Bananas are the world's most popular fruit after tomatoes. In western countries, they could account for 3% of a grocer's total sales.

About 500 small meteorites fall to earth every year but most fall in the sea and in unpopulated areas. There is no record of a person being killed by a meteorite but animals are occasionally hit.

The length from your wrist to your elbow is the same as the length of your foot. (I checked)

The pig is rated the fourth most intelligent animal but are mentioned only twice in the Bible. Sheep are mentioned 45 times and goats 88 times in the Bible. Dogs are mentioned 14 times and lions 89 times, but domestic cats are not mentioned.

What do people fear most? At the top of the list is death, the fear of which is necrophobia. Second, apparently, is the fear of failure, which is called kakorrhaphiophobia. the fear of bowel movements is called defecaloesiophobia

Want to know what happened on this day (or any other) in history? go here:http://www.didyouknow.cd/history/year.htm

Want to listen to TV theme show songs? go here:http://www.melaman2.com/tvshows/

Want to find someone (anyone) in the united states? go here: http://www.usa-people-search.com/

Where does fart gas come from? The gas in our intestines come from several sources: air we swallow, gas seeping into our intestines from our blood, gas produced by chemical reactions in our guts, and gas produced by bacteria living in our guts. For further education on flatulence, check out Facts on Farts, at: http://www.heptune.com/farts.html

That's all for now.
Faith, Hope and Love
RB~

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Update............Poetry




Greetings,


It's been awhile since my last post, I apologize as things have been busy. A few highlights of my life these last few weeks are:


Going on a fishing trip with my brother and Dad up in the Gold lakes basin, where we had a great time. We ate, fished, (yes, even Dad caught some fish) and hiked to the top of the Sierra Buttes. At 8700 feet, it was a great view and on the way back, I decided to try and catch a Golden trout at Young America lake. The golden is the one trout I have never caught, so the risk of climbing down the face of the Buttes was worth it. I made it down to the water in about 30 minutes. I caught about 12 fish, all brook trout. So the quest for the Gold(en) goes on. It took me about 3 hours to get back to camp, as I had to rock hop, shimmy, crash through brush, etc. In all, I dropped more than 2500 feet on my descent down. Needless to say, my legs felt like someone had jack-hammered them, especially my two "bionic" knees. All in all, it was a blast!

My Dad had his 50 year reunion with his college fraternity brothers. Darren and I video taped the event and had a good time meeting all the old guys and gals. Lots of good memories of a more innocent time (the late 50's) and some good stories as well. Coach Sperbek of the CSUS Hornets even showed up and asked if some of the guys had any eligible years left, as he needed some good players. Dad, you never told me you were a linebacker! Way to go!

We saw alot of great friends at the service at our previous church, where my friend and Pastor Carlo Walth was honored for his 19 years of service there. He performed our wedding almost 18 years ago, and has been a great mentor and friend. He was presented an opportunity to take over a christian camp in the mountains, Sierra Pines. That just happened to be his dream and vision for all the time I have known him. We are so happy for him, and the great part is he will still live in the area, so we can continue that friendship. We share a love of Phil Keaggy and fishing, among other things. Now about that Kodiak Alaska trip next year.....

I finally had some of my poems copyrighted by the official U.S. office. I am looking for an illustrator before submitting them for publishing. Let me know if you know of any. Here are a few examples of my work.


Honesty

It smells like a fish head, that’s been left out for a week.
Chopped liver mixed with kidneys, it’s a putrid smelly stink.
Or maybe rhino vomit, baked in the sun and boiling hot.
Limburger cheese and goat eyeballs, with some wombat snot.
The reek of reindeer pee, or the rear end of a skunk.
Pond scum and dead tadpoles, with lots of other junk.
The armpit of a lumberjack, orangutans fresh poo.
The stench is very sickening, is what I’m telling you.
In fact it is so bad, I really think it could bring death.
Its just a little hard to tell you, I’m talking about your breath.


Snail

Sometimes I sit around, and wish I were a snail.
I’d slide around, on the ground and leave a slimy trail.
I’d have little eyes, that are bulbous and long.
And I’d love to sing, my happy snail song.
I’d eat people’s flowers and plants.
And for friends I’d have earwigs and ants.
And if I got mad, or didn’t feel well.
I’d say goodbye and go in my shell.
The life of a snail would be good you see.
But there is one thought that keeps haunting me.
A man walking in his big black boots.
And he does not see me so I holler and hoot.
But its too late, I hear a crunching sound.
And the next thing I know, my guts on the ground.
A big slimy mess is all I would be.
And that is the thought that cured me.
Of wishing I were a snail.