Sunday, May 30, 2010

Holy Batman! COCONUT CRAB!

How would you like to find this on the side of your trash can!!!!!!! (or anywhere!!!!) -- Friends in Australia sent us a picture of a Coconut Crab.
This is pretty interesting.....

Coconut Crab (Birgus latro) is the largest terrestrial  arthropod in the world. It is known for its ability to crack coconuts with its strong pincers in order to eat the contents. It is sometimes called the robber crab because some coconut crabs are rumored to steal shiny items such as pots and silverware from houses and tents. The second photo gives you a good idea of how large these crabs are - a coconut crab is seeking food from a black trashcan.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

How Many Things Are We Missing As We Rush Through Life?

I received this in an email today and it gave me the most severe goosebumps I have ever had. To give credit where credit is due, I believe this came from the Washington Post. This really will make you stop and think.

. . . Something To Think About . . .


In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in
2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.
During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station,
most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged
man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and
stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later
The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat
and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his
watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes
A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action
was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without
exception - forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal
pace. The man collected a total of $32.

After 1 hour
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one
applauded. There was no recognition at all.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest
musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever
written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before,
Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100
each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro
Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social
experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:

*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we
perceive beauty?

*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians
in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of
the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Re-Releasing '2009 Top10Causes Awareness Documentary'

I am currently working on updating & uploading the '2009 Top10Causes Awareness Documentary' I created last summer on to Reactive Candy TV. For those of you who do not know, @Top10Causes was my user name on Twitter before I became @Reactive_Candy. Due to my own personal health issues I was unable to continue the work that I had planned for bringing awareness to these amazing causes.

Back in May 2009, from my @Top10Causes profile on Twitter, I sent out a request for nominations for peoples favorite cause/charity on Twitter. I received a lot of nominations & the voting occured in June 2009. In this documentary I introduce you to the 10 amazing charities that the people on Twitter voted as their Top10Causes. I am sure each of them will touch you deep in your heart, the same way they touched mine.

I am also thinking about running Top10Causes again this summer, if there is enough interest. My thoughts are to have nominations tweeted to me, and then we will vote by using hashtags. I believe in this format it will keep the voting as transparent as possible. Let me know if you are interested in me running this campaign again, and if enough are interested, I am on board to do it again in 2010.

Miss Candy

Monday, May 17, 2010

Women vs Men in the Shower


Take off clothing and place it in sectioned
laundry hamper according to lights and darks.

Walk to bathroom wearing long robe.
If you see husband along the way,
cover up any exposed areas.

Look at your womanly physique in the mirror --
make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.

Get in the shower. Use wash cloth, long loofah,
wide loofah and pumice stone.

Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo
with 43 added vitamins.

Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.

Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.

Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for
10 minutes until red.

Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut
and jaffa cake body wash.

Rinse conditioner off hair.

Shave armpits and legs.

Rinse off.

Turn off shower.

Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.

Spray mold spots with Tilex.

Get out of shower. Dry with towel the size of a small country.

Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

Return to bedroom wearing long robe and towel on head.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.


Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed
and leave them in a pile..

Walk naked to the bathroom.

If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her
making the woo-woo sound.

Look at your manly physique in the mirror.

Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt.

Get in the shower. Wash your face. Wash your armpits.

Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.

Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.

Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.

Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.


Rinse off and get out of shower.

Partially dry off.

Fail to notice the water on floor because curtain was
hanging out of tub the whole time.

Admire wiener size in mirror again.

Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor,
and light and fan on.

Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her
and make the woo-woo sound again.

Throw wet towel on bed.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A Story of a 'REAL' Mother's Day‏

This was sent to me at work via email and had to share! Very heartwarming!


Something really cute happened in downtown San Antonio this week. Michael R. is an accounting clerk at Frost Bank and works there in a second story office. Several weeks ago, he watched a mother duck choose the concrete awning outside his window as the unlikely place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings hatched.

Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off.

Office work came to a standstill as everyone gathered to watch.

The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn trustingly toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. Michael couldn't stand to watch this risky effort nine more times! He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling, near its mother, was resting in a stupor after the near-fatal fall. Michael stood out of sight under the awning-planter, ready to help.

As the second one took the plunge, Michael jumped forward and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the concrete. Safe and sound, he set it down it by its momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from that painful leap. (The momma must have sensed that Michael was trying to help her babies.)

One by one the babies continued to jump. Each time Michael hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free fall. At the scene the busy downtown sidewalk traffic came to a standstill. Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother.

At this point Michael realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had two full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs and past pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the San Antonio River, site of the famed "River Walk." The onlooking office secretaries and several San Antonio police officers joined in. An empty copy-paper box was brought to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother's approval, and loaded them in the container. Michael held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the San Antonio River . The mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight, all the way.

As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping in the river and quacking loudly. At the water's edge, Michael tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies toward the water and to the waiting mother after their adventurous ride.

All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacking.

At last, all present and accounted for: "We're all together again. We're here! We're here!"

And here's a family portrait before they head outward to further adventures...

Like all of us in the big times of our life, they never could have made it alone without lots of helping hands.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Made You SMILE!

Some of these are oldies but goodies. Here are some more chuckles from Reactive Candy! If one of these makes you laugh, my mission is accomplished!



















The Banks Make You Think


Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:

Each morning your bank would deposit $ 86,400.00 in your private account for your use.

However, this prize had rules, just as any game has certain rules.

The first set of rules would be:

1. Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you.
2. You may not transfer money into some other account.
3. You may only spend it.

Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $ 86,400.00 for that day.

The second set of rules:

1. The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, “It’s over, the game is over!”
2. It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.

What would you personally do?

You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right?

Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right?

Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it all on yourself, right?

You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?


Each of us is in possession of such a “magical” bank.

We just can’t seem to see it.


Each awakening morning we receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life,

and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us.

What we haven’t lived up that day is forever lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.

Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time…….


WELL, what will you do with your 86,400 seconds?

Aren’t they worth so much more than the same amount in dollars?

Think about that, and always think of this:

Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.

So take care of yourself, and enjoy life!

Here’s wishing you a wonderfully beautiful day!!!

Miss Candy

Sunday, May 2, 2010

21 Pieces of Advice To Live By

There's some mighty fine advice in these words. These words are from the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the world ten times so Far.

ONE...Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO...Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational
skills will be as important as any other.

THREE...Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want..

FOUR...When you say, 'I love you' mean it.

FIVE...When you say, 'I'm sorry' look the person in the eye.

SIX...Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN...Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT...Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE...Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live
life completely.

TEN...In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN...Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE...Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN...When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer,smile & ask 'Why do you want to know?'

FOURTEEN...Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN...Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN...When you lose, don't lose the lesson !

SEVENTEEN...Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and
responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN...Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN...When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY...Smile when picking up the phone... The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY-ONE...Spend some time alone.

Miss Candy