A friend sent me this email. Who would have thought??
Manure: In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported by ship and it was also before commercial fertilizer's invention, so large shipments of manure were common.
It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, it not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by product is methane gas. As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen.
Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, KA-BOOOOM!
Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening
After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the term "Ship High In Transit" on them, which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane.
Thus evolved the term " S.H.I.T " , (Ship High In Transport) which has come down through the centuries and is in use to this very day.
You probably did not know the true history of this word.
I remember tucking the seat belts down in the seats so we didn't have to sit on them.
I remember sitting down as a family and eating supper every night.
I remember playing marbles, tether ball, matchboxes, Lincoln logs..
I remember being tethered to the wall while on the phone.
I remember laying in the back window, on long road trips!
I remember when kids were afraid of the teachers instead of the teachers being afraid of the kids. I remember when we ran down the street and hollared out front of our friends house to get them to come out and play, instead of setting up play dates through sitters on cell phones.
I remember leaving the front door open, unlocked at night in the summer.
I remember not worrying about getting homebaked goodies at Halloween.
You're now entering the place, where you sit or stand alone, and loneliness you embrace. The pain in your heart approaches, your mouth gets dry, all you feel like doing, is sitting down to cry. it feels like emptiness for miles, here there are no smiles, all you have is yourself, and your broken heart. The loneliness grows, and that horrible feeling starts, you hear nothing only groans. The only people you see, don't even care about you, they only live to survive. Every time they talk, everything takes a dive. So you just stand there, wishing that someone cared, but all they do, is laugh and stare. Cold people see you from a distance, they don't want to be near you, they don't even want to hear you. Their insensitivity, is uncalled for and unfair, they leave you alone and in despair. All you do is sit there alone, you wish they would approach you, but oh well. You need a good friend, and you feel that if you don't find one, your sad world might soon end.
1 or 2 quarts Rum 1 tsp Baking Soda 1 Cup butter 1 tsp baking powder 1 tsp brown sugar 1 tsp Lemon Juice 2 Large eggs 1 Cup Sugar 2 Cups Dried Fruits 1 Cup nuts
Before starting, sample the rum to check for quality. Good, isn't it?
Select a large mixing bowl, measuring cup, etc.
Check the rum again. Good, isn't it? (IT must be just right.) To be sure the rum is of the highest quality, pour one level cup of rum into a glass and drink it. (If the rum quality is not the best, the cake will not be superior.)
With an electric mixer, beat 1 cup butter into a large fluffy bowl.
Add 1 seaspoon of tugar and beat again!
Meanwhile, make sure the rum is of the finest quality---try another cup---Good, isn't it?
Open a second quart of rum if necessary.
Add two large leggs, 2 cups of fried druit, and beat until high.
If the druit gets stuck in the beaters, just pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Next, sift 3 cups baking powder, a pinch of rum, a seaspoon of toda, and 1 cup of pepper or salt, (it really doesn't matter).
Sample the rum again. Good, inn't it?
Sift 1/2 pint of lemon juice.
Fold in chopped butter and strained nuts.
Add 1 Tablespoon of brown sugar, (or whatever color you find).
Mix well.
Grease and flour that crazy oven, and crank up that cake pan to 350 greedees.
Now, pour the whole mess into the oven. You don't need a pan. Just throw it in.
Now, check that rum again. Good, ain't it?
Now, get someone to watch the oven, cause if you feel like I do, I'm goin to bed.
FOOT NOTE I have tried this recipe three times and never did find the cake when I woke from my nap. All I found was this sticky brown mess all over the kitchen walls and oven and two empty rum bottles.
If you've got melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.
Chocolate covered raisins, cherries, orange slices & strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you want.
The problem: How to get 2 pounds of chocolate home from the store in hot car. The solution: Eat it in the parking lot.
Diet tip: Eat a chocolate bar before each meal. It'll take the edge off your appetite and you'll eat less. A nice box of chocolates can provide your total daily intake of calories in one place. Isn't that handy?
If you can't eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, what is wrong with you?
If calories are an issue, store your chocolate on top of the fridge. Calories are afraid of heights, and they will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves.
If I eat equal amounts of dark chocolate and white chocolate, is that a balanced diet?
Money talks. Chocolate sings.
Chocolate has many preservatives. Preservatives make you look younger.
Q. Why is there no such organization as Chocoholics Anonymous? A. Because no one wants to quit.
If not for chocolate, there would be no need for control top pantyhose. An entire garment industry would be devastated.
Put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today. That way,at least you'll get one thing done everyday.
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things; we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice; we write more, but learn less; plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes; but lower morals; more food but less appeasement; more acquaintances, but fewer friends; more effort but less success.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure and less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.
Sadly, it is indeed all true.
I think we have lost the simplicity of things when at the end of the day what matters is not what you have, or what you have accomplished, but what you feel.
RE: I think riyas gr8
No argument here!!! She's a sweetheart.