Yoda is a Cat that was born with 4 ears, a real abnormality.He was born and kept in a cage for eight weeks by his owner that kept him to show off to his customers that came into the bar.

They passed him around and made fun of him calling him Devilcat and Beezelbub until a lady offered to adopt him after feeling sorry for him.

Yoda is a celebrity today, once the media got a picture of Joda, Tyra banks, GoodMorning America and others want to showcase Joda.

Take a look at this beautiful cal with four ears.

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I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners ,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

'And why's everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'

Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more
than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Life can get a little lonely for bachelors in the Australian Outback mining town of Mount Isa. So the mayor has offered up a solution: recruit ugly women.

Mayor John Molony found himself under attack Monday over comments he made to a local newspaper that read: ''May I suggest if there are five blokes to every girl, we should find out where there are beauty-disadvantaged women and ask them to proceed to Mount Isa.''

The mayor added that many women who already live in the remote Queensland state town seem quite happy.

''Quite often you will see walking down the street a lass who is not so attractive with a wide smile on her face,'' he continued. ''Whether it is recollection of something previous or anticipation for the next evening, there is a degree of happiness.''

The quotes, published Saturday in the Townsville Bulletin, sparked outrage among the town's female population, led to furious online debates and drew criticism from the local chamber of commerce.

''There's a lot of anger circulating among the community at the moment -- a lot of passionate anger,'' Mount Isa Chamber of Commerce manager Patricia O'Callaghan said Monday. ''There's a lot of women voicing their opinions.''

Molony declined to elaborate on his comments Monday except to say they were ''twisted and warped'' by the newspaper.

''I've been shredded,'' he added, before hanging up the phone.

The situation may not be quite as dire as Molony noted. According to the 2006 census, males made up 52.6 percent of the town's population of nearly 20,000.

And several local women said there aren't a lot of gems to be found among Mount Isa's men, either.

You won't believe what these dudes are into!
My older brother Parc is athletic and outgoing. Surfing, skating, snowboarding—you name it and he’s stoked. So when he came home from college break a few years back and I caught him crocheting a hat I wondered what was up. Was my cool brother really crocheting? “How’d you learn to do that?” I asked."

“A bunch of people are crocheting at school. You should try it; it’s fun.” I’d always thought everything my older brother did was cool. Maybe he was on to something—so I gave it a try.

Step by step Parc taught me how to make a beanie—a small brimless cap lots of surfers wear. Its interlocking stitches looked daunting. But you know what? After I battled through a few slipknots, I was hooked!

At first I was so addicted I made five beanies a day. It wasn’t long before my friends Travis Hartanov and Stewart Ramsey caught me in the act. Like Parc, we loved the outdoors. We grew up wakeboarding and surfing whenever we had the chance. Now I was crocheting, but I wasn’t worried what they’d think. I had a feeling they’d get hooked too.

“Guys, check out these sweet hats I made,” I said. “You’ve gotta try this.” They admitted it looked cool, and were excited to learn. Before long the three of us hung out in my basement, crocheting, churning out dozens of beanies. “What are we going to do with all these?” I asked.

“Let’s take them to school and sell them,” said Trav. Thirty orders came in the first day! Our classmates requested all types of beanies. We honed our skills and were quickly dubbed the Krochet Kids.

After graduation, the three of us went to different schools. I headed to the University of Washington and Trav and Stew to Vanguard in California. Will we keep up this crocheting thing? I wondered.

Our first year of college we crocheted now and then, but it took a back seat to classes. We decided to use our summer breaks to volunteer in different parts of the world. I traveled to the Dominican Republic to teach English and math, Trav helped an orphanage in Bali and Stew worked for a nonprofit in Uganda.

Volunteering in poverty-stricken areas opened our eyes. We came back itching to do more. Especially Stew. We met up in our hometown of Spokane.

“Guys, there’s so much need outside of America,” said Stew. Trav and I agreed.

“This might sound crazy,” he continued, “but I think we should teach women in Uganda to crochet.”

Uganda, Stew explained, was nearing the end of a 20-year civil war. Many women had lost husbands and were raising children alone in poverty.

“There aren’t many jobs for them,” he said. “Sewing is already a competitive trade. If we teach them to crochet for a living it will give them a marketable skill that sets them apart.”

Trav and I agreed it was a great idea. We couldn’t imagine how we’d make it happen, though. It was overwhelming.

I know—three college kids sitting around thinking they can make an impact with crochet needles and yarn. But the more we threw ideas around the more the pieces seemed to fit.

“It just feels like something we’re meant to do,” I said. We needed God’s guidance to take this hobby to a new level. But still I wondered, Can three surf-loving guys use crocheting to change lives halfway around the world?

A few months later we secured the help of nine close friends. We drew up a business plan and filed paperwork to register Krochet Kids International (our new moniker) as a nonprofit. We hoped to teach Ugandan women to crochet beanies and pay them a wage for their work that would allow them to provide for their families’ daily needs, including education.

Their products would then be sold in the U.S. and all profits would be returned to their communities. We’d raised funds by crocheting beanies like mad and selling them at churches and events. We’d also sent letters to everyone we knew.

Last June, the 12 of us arrived in Gulu, Uganda—an area hit hard by the war. We had bags full of yarn, hooks and a lot of faith. As I made my way down the dusty streets I was struck by both the intense poverty as well as the friendliness of the people. Everywhere we went people waved and smiled. It was awesome.

After meeting with local leaders, we went to the community center to meet six women we were to teach to crochet. They were our test group, selected by the local organization helping us.

Most were young moms. They were refugees from the war and lived in a government-protected camp. Many worked at quarries for about a dollar a day.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” I told Trav. He shot me a smile.

The women sat staring at us, smiling and eager to learn, but a little puzzled at what these surfer-looking guys from the U.S. were doing hanging out in their village. Each of us was paired with a woman and a translator. I was given Alice—a petite woman with a shy smile.

“Loop the yarn,” I said. “Now pull it through the hook.”

Alice was a natural. “Ber matek!” I cheered (which means “very good” in her language, Luo). Her first beanie was practically flawless.

“Check this out!” I called to the guys. They were psyched. A perfect beanie on the first day! To be honest, most of us were so choked up we had to leave the room for a minute.

The other women were all-stars too. One by one they produced great-looking hats. That was all the proof we needed. This was going to work!

Today Krochet Kids International is a recognized nonprofit. We work hard to grow a cycle of empowerment and awareness.

When I think back to how this all began, I’m amazed at what we’ve accomplished. These women are now able to find a way out of poverty. It’s inspiring, and I like to think we learn as much from them as they’re learning from us, about the power of humans to pull ourselves out of any situation, as long as there is hope.

And I had my answer. Surf-loving guys can change lives halfway around the world. One stitch at a time.

Men should be more careful when trying to cheat on their wife, especially in their home and in her bed.

An angry wife went home to her husbands surprise after he sent a romatic text to her by accident. When she arrived home the woman had left in a hurry leaving her drawers or knickers behind . She is getting back at her husband by selling the picture  on ebay.

In the listing the woman says she is selling a picture of a pair of lacy black knickers and an empty condom wrapper "size small" found in her bed after her husband had an affair with another woman.

The seller -- identified on eBay only as annastella007 -- provides a rather unflattering description of the knickers.

"They are so huge I thought they may make someone a nice shawl or, even better, something for Halloween perhaps."

The eBay listing, entitled "Empty condom packet & a photo of 'The Tart's' knickers," .

The morning glory seed is  a hallucinogen, teenagers are stealing packages of morning glory seeds at Walmart,hardware and gardening shops to get high. Hospitals are reporting that kids are being brought into the ER very ill and they admit that they have taken morning glory seeds.

The morning glory seeds,  is found to be one-tenth as potent as LSD. The seeds are brown or black and may be eaten whole or ground up, but when the seeds are eaten whole, the effects will be smaller than when they are chewed or ground up.

When the seeds are chewed up, the effects of the drug will take affect within 30 to 90 minutes of ingestion with results that mimic taking LSD. If Lysergic Acid Amide is extracted from the seeds, it can be injected to produce a more immediate and intense experience, and too many children are aware of this.

The physical effects of ingesting Morning Glory causes anxiety or panic attacks, distortion of time, space and body image, difficulty concentrating and thinking clearly, severe mood swings, often ranging from a hyper-interested mood to a withdrawn disinterested mood, questionable behavior resulting from the confusion, panic, and paranoia that the drug produces when ingested, may cause death.

Drug counselors, law enforcement, school officials, and parents need to educatee their kids and make them aware of the potential dangers of ingesting these types of drugs. 

 Kids need to know that they are not safe in any way, and that permanent damage can result from their use.

> >
> > One morning the husband returns after several hours of
> fishing and 
> > decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the
> lake, the wife 
> > decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short
> distance, 
> > anchors, and reads her book.
> >
> > Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up
> alongside the 
> > woman and says, 'Good morning, Ma'am. What are
> you doing?'
> >
> > 'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking,
> 'Isn't that obvious?')
> >
> > 'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he
> informs her
> >
> > 'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing.
> I'm reading'
> >
> > 'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I
> know you could start 
> > at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write
> you up.'
> >
> > 'For reading a book,' she replies,
> >
> > 'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he
> informs her again,
> >
> > 'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing.
> I'm reading'
> >
> > 'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I
> know you could start 
> > at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write
> you up.'
> >
> > 'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with
> Sexual assault,' says 
> > the woman.
> >
> > 'But I haven't even touched you,' says the
> game warden.
> >
> > 'That's true, but you have all the equipment.
> For all I know you 
> > could start at any moment.'
> >
> > 'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.
> >
> > MORAL : Never argue with a woman who reads. It's
> likely she can also 
> > think. Send this to four women who are thinkers. If
> you receive 
> > this, you know   you're intelligent.
> >
> > Reveal your inner athlete and share it with friends on
> Windows Live. 
> > Share now! 

One day God was looking down at earth and saw all of the misbehaving that was going on. So He called one of his angels to go to Earth for a time.

When she returned, the angel told God, 'Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not.'

God thought for a moment and said; 'Maybe I had better send down another angel to get a second opinion'

So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time too.

When the angel returned he went to God and said, “Yes, it's true. The Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good.'

God was not pleased. So He decided to e-mail the 5% who were good, because he wanted to encourage them, give them a little something to help them keep going.

Do you know what the e-mail said?

No?

Okay, just checking with you. I didn't get one either.

DO you have an "innie" or "outie" belly button?

Some people have and innie and some have an outie and
one is not better then the other. Even though some people
have ridiculous thoughts about them.
One woman said only low class or poor people had outies.
As if those with innies were somehow superior.

 Searches on "belly button" and related phrases revealed that no one knows for sure why some people have a concave belly button while others have one that sticks out. Health and parenting web sites agree that most people have "innies" and only about 10% of the population has "outies."

The belly button is a tangible reminder that we were all intimately connected to our mothers at one time. Oxygen and nutrients travel from mom to baby through the umbilical cord, and when the baby is born, this cord is clamped off and cut. That leaves a tiny stump that dries up and falls off a few weeks after birth and usually leaves a concave scar we call a belly or tummy button. Sometimes, the scar pokes out from the stomach, resulting in an "outie."

 The difference between innies and outies is due to where the umbilical cord is cut.

With low-rise pants and cropped tops all the rage, belly buttons have been getting a lot of media attention. People who are unhappy with their outies are even having plastic surgery. I am an innie.

Are you an innie or outie?
 
 
 

August 3 is International Friendship Day for 2008, time to recognise your friends and their contribution to your life. Friendship helps to bring peace and positivity to the globe - a great reason to celebrate!

Friendship Day occours on the first Sunday of August - only once a year - so make the most of it! :) Friends come in many shapes, sizes and guises: school friends, work colleagues, siblings, partners, parents, pets and neighbours. Pull out all the stops and
let your friends know they are truly appreciated!

For My Best Friends
© Anon

This is for you, my best friends
the one person i can tell my soul too
Who can relate to me like no other
Who I can laugh with to no extents,
Who I can cry too when times are tough,
Who can help me with the problems of my life.

Never have you turned your back on me
Or told me I wasnt good enough
Or let me down

I don't think you know what that means to me
You have went through so much pain and you still have time
For me.
And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying
And I look up too you because you are strong,
and caring
and beautiful.
Even though you don't think you are.

And I hope you know that I am always here
To listen to you laugh and cry and help
In all the ways that i can
And I will try to be at least half the friend you are
To me.

I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, with out you.
My best friends.

This is a test post just to see if I can, my blog is blocked and I can't open it, I can open everyone else blog and read it but when I try to open mine, a sign comes up that says this blog can't be opened, anyone else having problems?

Kids love to write letters, when I kept my grandchildren for two weeks, my granddaughter was always writing a letter to someone.

They especially like writing to Santa Claus, they also like writing letters to God. These are a few that they wrote to God.