Photographic passion runs deep within me...I love to be one with nature.
I am a very silly, down to earth, somewhat wacko with a dash on the wild side. I have a bunch of crazy friends! I like to entertain and enjoy life to the fullest...Life is too short to be cranky and whiny...get off yer ass and PARTY! Learn something new every day..even if it is only about yourself! If you want to know more..ask! I love to meet new people and learn as much as I can about them! BTW...I pet ALL women...young, old..all! Just having fun!
I am down to earth, silly, love to laugh and have fun! Chat away!
Craigster "My 007"Naughty
- 8 years, 5 months, 5 days ago
I "borrowed" this from a friend's profile...thanks Kelly..;o)
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did...Perhaps everyone can learn something from it! Craigster "My 007"Naughty
- 9 years, 8 months, 10 days ago
One for us photographers..lol
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.." Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to..." "Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been expecting you." "Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?" "Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat". After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there." "Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!" "Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results." "My, that's a lot!", gasped Mrs. Smith. "Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that." "Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly. The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said. "Oh, my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat. "And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." "She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith. "Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look" "Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement. "Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in." Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?" "It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away." "Tripod?" "Oh yes, Ma'am.. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long." Mrs. Smith fainted Craigster "My 007"Naughty
- 9 years, 8 months, 15 days ago
This is well worth the read...
Her name was Mrs. Thompson and as she stood in front of her 4th grade class on the first day of school, she told the children she loved them all the same. But for Mrs. Thompson, it was really a lie. There in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with other children, that his clothes were messy and he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top.
When Mrs. Thompson was required to review each child's past records, she put Teddy's off until the last. She was in for a shock. Teddy's 1st Grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He is a joy to be around." Teddy's 2nd Grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness. Life at home must be a struggle." His 3rd Grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on Teddy. His father doesn't show much interest." And his 4th Grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn, has few friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
Mrs. Thompson was ashamed of herself. And she felt worse when the children brought her Christmas presents wrapped in bright paper and beautiful ribbons. Except for Teddy's. His was wrapped in grocery bag paper and the other children laughed when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some stones missing and a half-empty bottle of perfume. But she stifled the laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, put it on and dabbed perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom." Mrs. Thompson cried for an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading and writing and began to teach children. She paid particular attention to Teddy and his mind came alive. He became one of the smartest kids in class and also her favorite. A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy. "You are my best teacher ever," it said.
Six years went by before she received another note. He wrote that he had just finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had. Four years later, another letter arrived, saying he would soon be graduating from college with honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best. When the next letter arrived, 4 years later, he explained that after receiving his bachelor's degree, he decided to go further. The letter was signed Theodore F. Stoddard M.D.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy was going to be married and since his father had died a couple of years earlier….he wondered if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, she wore the bracelet, the one with the missing rhinestones. And she wore the perfume.
They hugged, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you for making me feel like I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference."
Try to make a difference today.
"In the end it is not the size of my house, the make of my car or the diploma on the wall that will count, it is knowing that I made a difference in the life of a child." Anonymous
Craigster "My 007"Naughty
- 9 years, 9 months, 15 days ago