You must have been born in Pearl Harbor, because baby you da bomb.
The Valentine's Day Gift
It was a few days before Valentine's Day and a young woman was taking an afternoon nap. After she woke up, she told her husband, "I just dreamed that you gave me a pearl necklace for Valentine's day! What do you think it means?"
Her husband smiled. "Oh, I have a feeling you'll know later tonight." he said with a wink.
His wife squealed with joy.
That evening, the man came home with a small package and gave it to his wife.
Delighted, she opened it... only to find a book titled "The meaning of dreams."
Man wakes up and says nothing. Wife annoyed shouts, “You’ve forgotten what day it is haven’t you.” Man goes to work and confides to a colleague, “I think I forgot my wife’s birthday.” “Not a problem,” he replies. Just go out and buy her a beautiful new dress and a pearl necklace.” After work the man races home and showers his wife with gifts. “Oh darling,” she replies, “ what a beautiful new outfit to pick my mother up from the airport in.”
What's the Difference?
An old Jewish man walks into a bar and sits down.
He has a few drinks, looks around him and suddenly freezes when he sees a Chinese man. He gets up and punches him in the face.
"Ouch!" the Chinese man cries, holding his nose."What was that for?"
"That was for Pearl Harbor!" the Jewish man says.
"But I'm Chinese!"
"Chinese, Japanese, what's the difference?" Growls the old man as he turns and sits back down.
A few seconds later, the Chinese man walks up to the Jewish man and punches him in the face.
"Ouch!" the Jewish man cries, holding his nose. "What was that for?"
"That was for the Titanic!" the Chinese man says.
"But that was an iceberg!"
"Ice berg, Goldberg, what's the difference?"
I hope that this will once again confirm that the most important information in your life won't come from a teacher, the library or the internet, but from a mentor, and on a very personal level.
My long-passed grandfather's birthday is coming up, and for me, it is a time to reminisce.
The long walks we used to take. The long drives. The special trips he would make to pick me up so I could spend weekends with him, and the advice he used to give!
Much was wasted because I was young when he died. If he were alive today and sharing his pearls of wisdom, I'd be a better man.
Those gems were well and good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of grandfatherly advice, came when I was 12.
We were sitting on a park bench eating a sandwich, watching children and their mothers enjoying a beautiful spring day.
He told me that one day, I'd find a woman and start my own family.
"And son," he said, "be sure you marry a woman with small hands."
"How come, Grandpa?" I asked.
"It makes your pecker look bigger."