SEE IF YOU CAN SOLVE ALL THREE MYSTERIES

SEE IF YOU CAN SOLVE ALL THREE MYSTERIES











Mystery One:

A man was found murdered Sunday morning. His wife
immediately
called the police. The police questioned the wife and
staff and got these answers:
The wife said she was sleeping.
The cook was preparing breakfast.
The gardener was gathering vegetables.
The maid was getting the mail.
The butler was polishing shoes in the pantry.
The police instantly arrested the murderer.

Who did it and how did they know?



Mystery Two:

A man walks into his bathroom and shoots himself right
between the eyes using a real gun with real bullets. He
walks out alive, with no blood anywhere and no, he
didn't miss and he wasn't Superman or any other crusader
wearing a cape.

How did he do this?




Mystery Three:

Old Mr. Teddy was found dead in his study by Mr. Fiend.
Mr. Fiend recounted his dismal discovery to the police:
'I was walking by Mr. Teddy's house when I thought I
would just pop in for a visit. I noticed his study light
was on and decided to peek in from the outside to see if
he was in there. There was frost on the window, so I had
to wipe it away to see inside. That is when I saw his
body. So I kicked in the front door to confirm my
suspicions of foul play. I called the police immediately
afterward.'
The officer immediately arrested Mr. Fiend for the
murder of Mr. Teddy.

How did he know Mr. Fiend was lying?























































































































ANSWERS:

1. It was the Maid. She said she was getting the mail
but there is no mail delivery on Sunday.










2. He shot his reflection in the bathroom mirror.










3. Frost forms inside of the window, not the outside. So
Mr. Fiend could not have wiped it off to discover Mr.
Teddy's body.




Did you get all of them right?

What If?

The last few months have been filled with what if questions, so here are a few that I thought up…
What if we did not scrutinize by every word that he said?
What if he was not brilliant and charismatic?
What if he was not human and didn’t made mistakes?
What if he was not a leader?
What if he was not family man who went to church?
What if he was not highly educated?
What if he was not truly tested?
What if he was not associated with the wrong people?
What if he was not portrayed so negatively in the media?
What if he was not born in the United States?
What if he was not named Obama?
What if he was not a person who transcended race?
What if he was not making valid observations about race and the economy?
What if he was not running for President?

What if he was not Black?

What if he was not effected by all these what ifs?

Then he would be President...

Love you..

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more 'just one minute.' Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say 'I love you.'So while we have it, it's best we love it and care for it and fix it when it's broken .... and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage .. and old cars .. and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grand parents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep - - like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what. Life is important, like people we know who are special. And so, we keep them close! I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are 'keepers' in your life, including the person who sent it if you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them? I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had a ny wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.
And just in case GOD calls me home ..... I LOVE You !!! Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised!!!!!!!!!

TAKE HOLD OF EVERY MOMENT

A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:

"This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package."
He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.

"She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:
"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion".I still think those words changed my life.
Now I read more and clean less.
I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
I spend more time with my family, and less at work. I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.
I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.

I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... letters that i wanted to write "One of this days".I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how much I love them.Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives.And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.If you got this, it's because someone cares for you and because, probably, there's someone you care about.If you're too busy to send this out to other people and you say to yourself that you will send it "One of these days", remember that "One day" is far away... or might never come...This TANTRA came from India. No matter if you're superstitious or not, spend some time reading it.It holds useful messages for the soul.

Why Did You Make Me Black Lord

Why Did You Make Me Black Lord
Lord .. Why did you make me black?
Why did you make someone
the world would hold back?

Black is the color of dirty clothes,
of grimy hands and feet.
Black is the color of darkness,
of tired, beaten streets...

Why did you give me thick lips,
a broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did you create someone
who receives the hated stare?

Black is the color of the bruised eye
when someone gets hurt...
Black is the color of
darkness,
black is the color of dirt.

Why is my bone structure so thick,
my hips and cheeks so high?
Why are my eyes brown,
and not the color of the sky?

Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin
and think I should be abused?

Lord, I just don't understand...
What is it about my skin?
Why is it some people want to hate me
and not know the person within?

Black is what people are 'Labeled'
when others want to keep them away...
Black is the color of shadows cast...
Black is the end of the day.

Lord, you know my own people mistreat me,
and you know this just ain't right...
They don't like my hair, they don't like my skin,
as they say I'm too dark or too light!

Lord, don't you think
it's time to make a change?
Why don't
you redo creation
and make everyone the same?

God's Reply:

Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black?

I made you in the color of coal
from which beautiful diamonds are formed...
I made you in the color of oil,
the black gold which keeps people warm.

Your color is the same as the rich dark soil
that grows the food you need...
Your color is the same as the black stallion and panther,
Oh what majestic creatures indeed!

All colors of the heavenly rainbow
can be found throughout every nation...
When all these colors are blended,
you become my greatest creation!

Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool,
such a beautiful creature is he...
I am the shepherd who watches them,
I will ALWAYS watch over thee!

You are the color of the midnight sky,
I put star glitter
in your eyes...
There's a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain...
That's why your cheeks are so high!

You are the color of dark clouds
from the hurricanes I create in September...
I made your lips so full and thick,
so when you kiss...they will remember!

Your stature is strong, your bone structure thick
to withstand the burden of time...
The reflection you see in the mirror,
that image that looks back...that is MINE!



















So get off your knees, look in the mirror
and tell me what you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness...
I made you in the image of ME!

McCain Campaign Says Obama Is Playing the ‘Race Card’

Senator John McCain’s campaign accused Barack Obama of playing “the race card’’.
I really do feel as a black man that if Obama wants to comment on being black, he does have that right. The fact that Lilly white conservatives can speak from the white side about being black really goes against all the rules. Day in and day out the conservatives just can not understand how blacks are being over looked on anything. The fact that black people can show proof of the discrimination against blacks means nothing...Except that was something that happened in the past. It looks like McCain has finally decided to shed his last bit of dignity. I’m sure his strategists pointed out how well race-baiting divisiveness worked for the Clinton campaign. While the Clinton campaign was at their height of race-baiting polemics, John McCain tried to stay above the fray, but it looks like desperate times have called for desperate measures.
It is a shame that most people don’t realize what a despicable, shameful term “race card” is. It was coined by right-wing extremists to devalue and minimize claims of racism. There is no race card. Black people did not fabricate centuries of slavery and oppression as part of their secret plot to pull out the ultimate weapon…. the race card.
“Race card” is a bigoted, reprehensible term. If you think a claim of racism is illegitimate, say that, but do not spread the toxic meme of the “race card,” which implies that any claim of racism is illegitimate. Racism is very real, and still a disturbingly widespread, systemic problem.
Anyone who thinks that Obama’s claims weren’t absolutely legitimate hasn’t been paying attention. The outlandish racism of the far right is not just limited to Fox News conflating Obama with Osama and referring to Michelle as his “baby mamma.” Right wing media is literally blanketed with astonishingly bigoted, fallacious rumors and muckraking.
Obama was exactly right in his assessment that the far right is trying to appeal to people’s worst instincts (their prejudices and ignorance) by exploiting his name and ethnicity. For McCain to call Obama’s unassailably accurate assessment “using the race card” is an absolute disgrace. It is an embarrassment to the world to have a major Presidential candidate capable of such a level of ignorance and lack of character. Shame on John McCain.

Church's on Elvis Presley

PLEASE DO NOT EAT any chicken from Church's on Elvis Presley!!!



My husband and his employees stopped there for lunch on yesterday. He brought home with him what was left over yesterday evening and our teenaged sons took the chicken and split it between themselves.



After taking a couple of small bites, my younger son yelled out that something was "moving" around inside the chicken, and threw it down. After close examination, nobody saw anything, so they took a knife and cut into the chicken, and when they did, to our great horror, we discovered it was FILLED WITH MAGGOTS!!!



Both my sons almost had heart attacks, and we were all overcome with shock and disgust.



My older son ran to get his piece, which he'd taken to another room, and after close examination, discovered that it had them as well!!



So please, whatever you do, keep this in mind and try not to go there; especially those of you who, like my husband, are constantly out and about, traveling around various parts of the city during the day.



Sorry if I've grossed anyone out this morning, but I just had to share this with all of you.



Be Blessed,

Monica T. Cage