Making Life Simpler...

Cakes Ret’ To Eat
I’m not sure exactly when bakeries started including those plastic knives but it’s genius. Tho the first time I saw one, my first thought was a hair comb. My second thought was why not include plates and forks to make it a complete package? Looks like designer Junk-Suk Choi was thinking the same thing.
The Cake Sharer is a disposable plate/cake serving utensil and fork. It comes in flat sheets pre-scored and cut. All you do is fold, tear, and eat.
Designer: Jung-Suk Choi

Innovations for Mankind...

Poll Position
Waiting for a public bus in any town can be not only mind numbingly boring but a very uncomfortable experience. In bigger cities, sharing a bus bench/bed with a passed out drunkard is not uncommon. For those not even lucky enough to share these precious moments in life and have to stand and wait for our environmentally responsible public transportation, I present the “Duv-tal” public transportation insta-squat seating system by Catherine Pena. If you forget to bring some reading materials don’t fret, this fold-down seat not only lets you cop a squat but also validates in the form of this inspiring message printed on the surface “You are a role model. You are actively improving the environment by riding the bus.” Warm fuzzies all around.
Designer: Catherine Pena

Devil & the Duck!!!

Nice email. Could help but share - read on! -----------------   There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm...   He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.   Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his Sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.   After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes'   But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.'   Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?'   So Johnny did the dishes.   Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.'Sally just smiled and said, 'well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help?   She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.   After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he finally couldn't stand it any longer.   He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.   Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.'       Thought for the day and every day thereafter:   Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...whatever it is...You need to know that: God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.   He has seen your whole life... He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.   The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness; He not only forgives you, but He forgets.   It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved.   Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today.   Share this with a friend and always remember:   God is at the window!     When Jesus died on the cross; He was thinking of you!

We need to Accept...(Interesting story that i received on email)

"Bob," he said to me, "I've got something for you." He held out a packet. I opened it; inside were a pair of old shoes. "Mine," he said, "they don't fit me, but they're your size, you can have them!"

His name was Lawrence. He had been an alcoholic. I had first seen him as a watchman at an orphanage, a good man but addicted to the bottle. I had helped him kick the habit, seen him get married to pretty Sushma and lent a hand in setting up their house for them with little things here and there.

I looked at the shoes he gave me. My first impulse was to return them. They were old and worn out, then I looked at him and smiled. I pulled out my shoes and put on the faded pair.

"Thank you," I said.

"Thanks," he said.

"Thanks?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, "I was afraid you wouldn't take them. You know you give me so many things, but this I wanted you to have."

That day I learned the meaning of accepting. I realised we are all so good at giving, but how good are we at accepting things? I wore those shoes everyday till they fell apart. I used to see him look at my feet and knew he felt good. It made him feel okay with all he had to accept because of his need.

Some time later a young lad named John started working for me. He lived in a transit camp with his mother and brothers. He was honest, good, but his job required him to dress well. He wore old torn shirts and frayed trousers. "John," I told him one day, "I've got some good shirts I don't use, can I pass them on to you?" He nodded albeit a little worried. I brought him three of my hardly used designer shirts.

John did not turn up for work the next day, though I found a parcel lying at my home when I returned.

"Someone named John returned it," said my maid, "said his mother was furious you thought he was so poor. Told him to stop working for you."

After the dreadful tsunami some years ago I heard how our proud Prime Minister refused aid from other countries and I thought of John and the shirts, and the pair of old shoes Lawrence gave me. I thought of the poor devastated people hit by the awful waves who had lost home and family, livelihood and even the will to live. I saw pictures of them running behind trucks arms outstretched begging for food, and I could only scream inside at the silly pride of my country and countrymen.

I saw John the other day, pathetically thin, wearing a shirt worse than what he wore those days. He was crossing the road with a wife by his side and a kid on his arm. They all looked gaunt and half starved. The baby was crying..

Sometimes we need to learn to take..!

- courtesy Bobs' Banter