Quarantine Boredom Project

I was constantly refilling my bird feeder so I decided to make a gigantic one from a PVC Pipe.  I removed the feeding slots from an old feeder and screwed then in the pipe after drilling holes.

I am constantly trying to keep the squirrels off the feeder and I always lose.  This little trick works for a short time-until it rains or until too many squirrels remove the sauce.  I taped a coffee lid to the top and filed with a mixture of automobile grease and red hot sauce.

  They get the sauce on their fur and really dislike the taste when licking it off.

A Little Boy's Birthday Wish

This was on the Quakertown Neighborhood Association Page. Let's see if we can make Jayce's 3rd Birthday one to remember.

ATTENTION ANYONE WITH A MOTORCYCLE 🔥🔥

My little man (on the left)is turning 3 next week and unfortunately his birthday won't be as exciting as we had planned. However his favorite thing (next to monster trucks) is motorcycles!!

I am please asking anyone who has any type of motorcycle sport, HD, dirt bike anyone with two wheels to come and do a birthday ride by. Honk, wave, Rev, anything at all would definitely make him smile and have a great birthday.

I live in Quakertown right down the street from the Qmart. I have a few friends with bikes meeting in the parking lot ( which is big enough to spread out and keep a safe distance) of Qmart at 1 on Sunday the 19th. From the parking lot we would make the VERY short ride down the road to where Jayce will be standing. I would really appreciate anyone who is able to come out and give an awesome birthday shout out toI saw the following post on the local Quakertown Facebook Page. I figured I could do a drive by and wave to him sitting on the curb. I also figured there would be about a dozen bikes. WRONG! Over 500 showed up-they changed the staging to Kohls and had a police escort for the parade. Jayce!! If you have any questions please let me know and thank you so much!

I saw this

post on the local Quakertown Facebook Page. I figured I could do a drive by and wave to him sitting on the curb. I also figured there would be about a dozen bikes. WRONG! Over 500 showed up-they changed the staging to Kohls and had a police escort for the parade.

Why we forward emails!

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 An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along an unfamiliar road.  The cowboy was enjoying the new scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized the dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse.  Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail was leading them.

 After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine marble.  At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by a golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.  Standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like gold.

 He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.  Parched and tired out by his journey, he called out;

 'Excuse me, where are we?'

 'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.

 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

 'Of course, sir.  Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'

 As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked;

 'Can I bring my partners, too?'

 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

 The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.

 After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed.  As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

 'Excuse me,' he called to the man.  'Do you have any water?'

 'Sure, there's a pump right over there.  Help yourself.'

 'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse.

 'Of course!  They look thirsty, too,' said the man.

 The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it.  The traveler filled a cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog.

 When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree;

 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

 'This is Heaven,' he answered.

 'That's confusing,' the traveler said.  'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

 'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly gates?  That's hell.'

 'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?'

 'Not at all.  Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind...'

 


 Sometimes, we wonder why friends forward things to us without writing a word.  Maybe this explains it:

 When you're busy, but still want to keep in touch, you can forward email's.  When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you can forward jokes.  When you have something to say, but don't know exactly how, you can still forward stuff.

 A 'forward' lets you know you're still remembered, still important, still cared about.  So the next time you get a 'forward,' don't think of it as just another joke.  Realize you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end just wanted to send you a smile.




 P.S.: You're welcome at my watering hole anytime. Life is short... forgive quickly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably... and never regret anything that made you smile.