Detroit Muslim Examiner: A Palestinian's joke on Israeli soldiers

~~~~ Aggravated

An old Palestinian man lived alone in Palestine. He wanted to dig his potato garden, but it was very hard work for him. His only son, who would have helped him, was in an Israeli prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.
Shortly, he received a letter from his son: "For God's SAKE, Dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the GUNS!"
At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen Israeli soldiers showed up and dug up the entire garden, without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asking him what to do next.
His son's reply was: "Now plant your potatoes, Dad! This is the best I can do for you at this time!"
This story doesn't have a moral. It is just funny
Detroit Muslim Examiner: A Palestinian's joke on Israeli soldiers

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Currently Listening To: What I've Done - Linkin Park

I. Am. A. Fan.

~~~~ Gloomy

Still No Job

~~~~ Drained

"I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots" - Wendy Cope.

Currently Listening To: Before the Lobotomy - Green Day

I Need a Job

~~~~ Anxious

Yep. Basically that's about it. I really really really need a job. Cincinnati's great. I could easily make this my home and living with Sue and Laura is more than I could ask for. But I really really really need a job. Fuck you economy. There are so many postings online. I can't believe I've applied for over 15 jobs and have only heard back from one. Granted, most of those have been in the past few days and I completely forgot this was a long weekend. But still. SOMEONE CALL ME BACK!!! The Museum Center's still an option apparently. I need to call them Tuesday. I still have hope but this transitional period sucks and I just want some action. My funds are not hurting yet but if it time and they will.

We went to look at the house today. It was perfect. I would love to live there, even if it was temporary. The basement is totally livable if I stay away from the door and invest in a space heater... which I could possibly steal from my parents. It would be nice to have my own space, especially for Matt, and the area is just so... homey. I hope she gets it.

After a little miscommunication we are definitely going to the Indians game tomorrow and then up to Dayton that night. It'll be nice to get away for a little bit and I love spending time with Matt's family and love love love spending time with Matt (of course). I know I probably shouldn't spend the money but we'll be stingy and I need the relaxation. I know everything will work out for the best but I hate this inbetween time when I have no idea what's going on. Answers are my friend.

A New Chapter

~~~~ Hopeful

I can't believe school is over. I will never be an undergraduate at Miami again. My grades even came in so now I KNOW it's over. I passed. My diploma's in the mail. I don't know how to process this. Four years ago I thought this day would never come. College seemed like a lifetime, not a stepping stone. But it's over. I'm off to Cincinnati for school. I will excel in this program. Hopefully I have a job at the Museum Center. It would be wonderful to work at a place that I a) am passionate about the environment, b) would be good at, and c) would help me further the career of my dreams. This would be it. The brink that starts a whole new life. And on top of that I have a fantastic boyfriend who I love. I thought this feeling would never be mine. I have a home, opportunities, and maybe even a future. Miami was great. The life I lived there I will never forget and has made me the person I am today. But this next chapter may be even greater.

Love and Honor.