Little House On The Prairie follows the lives of the Ingalls family as they settle on the banks of Plum Creek in the township of Walnut Grove, Kansas during the 1870’s. A true pioneer family, the story is seen through the eyes of the Ingalls’ middle-daughter, Laura (Melissa Gilbert), who experiences all the normal growing pains and emotions of a young girl growing up on the prairie. Carpenter Charles Ingalls (Michael Landon) and his former school teacher wife, Caroline (Karen Grassle), head up a family of three that includes two additional daughters, Mary (Melissa Sue Anderson) and Carrie (Lindsay & Sidney Greenbush). The town also includes a loveable cast of supporting characters, such as Walnut Grove School teacher Eva Beadle (Charlotte Stewart), town doctor Hiram Baker (Kevin Hagen), pastor Robert Alden (Dabbs Greer), family friend Isaiah Edwards (Victor French), the wealthy Oleson family, and a host of other characters…

The Little House On The Prairie DVD features a number of dramatic episodes including the series premiere in which the Ingalls family travels from Big Woods, Wisconsin to the more open and fertile lands of the Kansas prairie. Along the way, they make friends with Mr. Edwards (who helps them settle), have a run-in with some Indians, and fight a dangerous fire… Other notable episodes from Season 1 include “Ma’s Holiday” in which Charles and Caroline decide to go on a second honeymoon, and “Circus Man” in which a traveling salesmen tries to hoodwink the people of Walnut Grove into the notion that he possesses magic healing powers…

Below is a list of episodes included on the Little House On The Prairie (Season 1) DVD:

Episode xx (Pilot) Air Date: 03-30-1974
Episode 1 (Harvest of Friends) Air Date: 09-11-1974
Episode 2 (Country Girls) Air Date: 09-18-1974
Episode 3 (100 Mile Walk) Air Date: 09-25-1974
Episode 4 (Mr. Edwards’ Homecoming) Air Date: 10-02-1974
Episode 5 (The Love of Johnny Johnson) Air Date: 10-09-1974
Episode 6 (If I Should Wake Before I Die) Air Date: 10-23-1974
Episode 7 (Town Party, Country Party) Air Date: 10-30-1974
Episode 8 (Ma’s Holiday) Air Date: 11-06-1974
Episode 9 (School Mom) Air Date: 11-13-1974
Episode 10 (The Raccoon) Air Date: 11-20-1974
Episode 11 (The Voice of Tinker Jones) Air Date: 12-04-1974
Episode 12 (The Award) Air Date: 12-11-1974
Episode 13 (The Lord is My Shepard) Air Date: 12-18-1974
Episode 14 (Christmas at Plum Creek) Air Date: 12-25-1974
Episode 15 (Family Quarrel) Air Date: 01-15-1975
Episode 16 (Doctor’s Lady) Air Date: 01-22-1975
Episode 17 (Plague) Air Date: 01-29-1975
Episode 18 (Circus Man) Air Date: 02-05-1975
Episode 19 (Child of Pain) Air Date: 02-12-1975
Episode 20 (Money Crop) Air Date: 02-19-1975
Episode 21 (Survival) Air Date: 02-26-1975
Episode 22 (To See the World) Air Date: 03-05-1975
Episode 23 (Founder’s Day) Air Date: 05-07-1975

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The President said, “You can’t just go out there and sacrifice your sons and daughters lives and expend so much of the national treasury and not get a little something back. We’ve got sorrowful families all across the land, with whose losses I deeply sympathize, and we can’t even afford to fix the potholes on federal highways. So what choice do we have? We’re taking the ungrateful foreigners to court. Justice will be served. We merit and demand some praise here.”

A grandmother for the plaintiff stated, “My family has lost loved ones in three different wars and all in countries that I haven’t heard a good thing said in about America for years. When I take the stand, watch out. I’m patriotic pissed.”

The international court at The Hague has declined to take the case, primarily because it is in The Hague. Upon learning of that court’s disinclination, the U. S. has appealed to the U. N. to find a venue that will hear the case.”

A prominent attorney for America commented, “We’d rather not have the trial here. Holding it in our own country will detract from the credibility of the outcome, but having it in an unfriendly location is bound to create the kind of inflammatory demonstrations that will lead to a lot of free press.”

Not surprisingly, France, Germany, and Spain have also nixed the idea of hosting the trial, maintaining that since they’re all being sued, supporting the action seems inadvisable.

Britain and Italy are understood to be considering the matter. Tony Blair is the most disposed to hosting it, saying, “We hardly ever badmouth America, so we hope to come through the trial with flying colors.”

The Italian government has expressed some willingness to host it but has indicated it may charge for rental of the courthouse. “I’m confident of victory,” another attorney for America maintained. “All you have to do is look at the newspapers. All the incriminating evidence you need is on the lips of leaders and the public in general in just about every country of the world. The only thing that stands in the way of a big win for the U. S. is finding a country where we can conduct the trial.”

Should the verdict go as the plaintiff hopes, the expectation is that the guilty will henceforth base their comments on a true understanding of just who this country is.

One of the most persuasive arguments the nation’s attorneys hope to present is based on the usual philosophical tactic of imagining the opposite argument.

As the lead attorney for the country put it, “Will you please tell us what other country in the world, besides your own, you would prefer to possess the amount of power America has? We are, in fact, the first nation in the history of the world that could conquer it but, in addition to being freedom-loving people that the whole idea offends, we’re savvy business people who know we just can’t afford the worldwide upkeep.”

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What I am saying may not be too politically correct, but this time the FBI needs to bend over and do it for their country like a man. It is the only way to infiltrate the homosexual fringe terrorist networks. That is if indeed one even exists. Additionally just because it does not exist history shows that such disruptive civil rights groups do cause a whole lot of chaos and controversy and if you fail to do something about it, they will fester and fester until one day the unthinkable happens.

We simply cannot take the risk and therefore the FBI needs to get busy and get it done and not risk another mini-911 style domestic terrorist attack on the United States of America. Consider this in 2006.

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In his application, Hussein states that he has a great deal of fast-food experience from his months on the run. He also states that, if granted the franchise, he will cease and desist from pathological social behavior that brings into question his qualifications to be a reputable franchisee. He has applied for a location in Bagdad that affords a view of one of his former palaces, so he might find peace in reminiscence as conducts his burger business.

Upon approval by McDonald’s, the agreement will be submitted to the court. At that time, the defense is expected to claim that he should be acquitted on the grounds that there is no precedent whatsoever for hanging a McDonald’s franchisee.

Depending on the outcome of Hussein’s plea, his codefendants may or may not apply to McDonald’s. There is some disagreement among them, as to whether or not their should try to corner the McDonald’s market or have the courage to compete with their former boss by opening rival chains, such as Burger King and Wendy’s. One defendant is reportedly considering an Appleby’s franchise, apparently because of a misunderstanding. He wishes one day to be accepted as “American as apple pie” and is unaware that the chain is, in reality, just another burger joint.

Ramsey Clark states, “The move by Hussein to become a McDonald’s franchisee clearly indicates that he intends to reform himself and should be given opportunity.”

While many Sunnis seem eager to patronize the former dictator’s restaurant, Shiites and Kurds are threatening to boycott it.

The American military has voiced concern about possible reprisals, particularly the threat of suicide bombers disguised as drive-through patrons.

Tom Attea, creator of Newslaugh.com, has had six shows produced Off-Broadway and has written comedy for TV. Critics have called his writing “”delightfully funny” and “witty” with “good, genuine laughs.”

I drive to work, where I’m also under threat. Not enough sales.

Could I be terminated? What will I do?

The sales meeting in the office begins.

Suddenly, I’m flying through the trees on a vine as “Jungle Lad,” muscles rippling as I effortlessly swoop down and scoop up “Marian Pure Heart,” the milk-skinned, voluptuous, D-cup maiden dressed in ragged and skimpy safari skirt. Up in my tree house, I have her under my power.

She stares at my huge, nearly naked torso (I’m wearing a leopard skin string), sweat dripping from my gigantic, flexing biceps. We’re both sweating, her chest (almost as impressive as mine) heaving with desire.

Her teeth gnash.

Breathlessly, she says, “take me! Throw me on the bed.” (I have a zebra skin for a bed).

Her clothes tear away as our passion unites, throbbing, gyrations of flesh, moans of pulsating pleasure accompanied by the trumpets of elephants and various jungle beasts below.

Suddenly, I’m a hiker, hiking with a female naturalist, a bookwormish type wearing heavy black glasses, with a demure missionary skirt, blouse and sand-colored pith helmet. We make camp, set up separate tents on top of a Peruvian mountain.

I’m slowly removing my sweat-stained, pure cotton, native hand woven “Yuk-Fungoo” Tibetan Sherpa mountain guide shirt (everyone in the Andes should have one). The bones in my body ache from the punishing, nearly straight-up twenty-mile hike.

Suddenly, she rips open the canvas door flap, and leaps through the air on top of me. Like a beast of prey, a female panther, she has me out of my dungarees. She flings off her skirt and glasses, and she’s no longer the dowdy, chaste, English housewife, seeking her long lost naturalist husband, but a sex-starved Amazon.

We rhythmically pound together as one.

“You’re an animal!” she shouts.

Suddenly, I’m a naughty boy being held after class by a math teacher, a tall, slightly sinister and seductive woman with a great body, who eyes me with a wicked stare. Her tongue flicks obscenely across her bared teeth. She suggestively holds in her hand a ruler.

She’s going to teach me a lesson.

One I won’t soon forget.

“Mr. Sammon!”

I come out of a daze with a start.

“Mr. Sammon. Are you paying attention to these figures?”

My boss, J.D., stands next to an arrow representing declining sales….marked on a large paper chart.

“Oh yes J.D. I’m right with ya.’”

I smile. I just said that to make him happy.

What I really want is to get back to nature.

© Copyright 2006 by SammonSays.com

John Sammon is the author of two books and writes a weekly humor column you may access at http://www.Sammonsays.com

One of the very first things we discover is that the seats are too small. Apparently they are now making the seats smaller than in our youth. The clerk smiles knowingly and smugly suggests that for the more mature biking enthusiasts they can attach foam padding. There is, of course, an extra charge. My wife chooses the padding and is currently riding around on what looks like a bucket seat from a 1967 Buick. I, on the other hand, have decided to save the additional expense and go without the padding. My proctologist has assured me that the tingling in my left buttock should fade away with time.

Early saturday morning we prepare for our first cycling adventure. We decide to leave early to insure we’ll be back before dark. My wife is to travel in front and carry a fanny pack with suntan lotion, a first aid kit and our medical insurance cards. Her job is to set the pace. My job is to follow behind and criticize. I’ll be carrying a backpack filled with: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (for subsistence), energy bars (for endurance), 2 jugs of Gatorade (to replenish our bodily fluids), rain gear (in case of inclement weather), a map and compass (in case we get lost), a flashlight (in case we’re lost at night), and signal flares (to assist the search party).

We go over the route one final time. I spread the map out on the kitchen table, pointer in hand and carefully review the emergency procedures. “If separated, we will rendezvous either here, at check-point Charlie, or here, at check-point Romeo.”

“We’ve been over this four times already,” my wife complains, obviously taking the whole adventure much too lightly and showing no respect for my superior training and experience. After all, I was the one who spent nearly two full years in the Cub Scouts, not her. Fortunately, I understand the seriousness of the task ahead and have taken the necessary precautions.

We’re finally ready to put our weeks of training and preparations to use. It’s time to venture forth and boldly go where no sane middle-aged couple has gone before — it’s time to leave our driveway.

We brief the kids. “Now remember, while we are gone we want one of you to remain by the phone at all times in case we need to call for assistance.”

“But you’re only going around the block,” the kids complain. “The house will be in sight the entire time.”

Ah, the innocence of youth. They oversimplify everything.

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Therefore, if you put these two together, I am doing what I love doing: the greatest job in the world.

I must confess, however, this was not always the case. When I wore a younger man’s suit, I had different ideas about what would be the greatest job in the world for me.

Nowhere on that short list did being a pastor appear. God, sometimes, displays a marvelous sense of humor in selecting people for his service. I am the supreme example.

The apostle Paul writes, “But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;” (1 Corinthians 1:27 KJV.)

As a young person, I thought only one job would be the greatest job in the world. In my mind, I aspired to this fabulous career often fantasizing about how great it would be to spend all my time in this job.

The greatest job in the world to me at that time was being a Snow Cone Man. Nothing compared, in my estimation, to the Snow Cone Man.

I was not alone in my aspirations. Most of my pals at the time harbored similar vocational goals. No person in our lives at the time was as exciting as the Snow Cone Man.

The SCM came down our street three times a week, without fail, much to our delight. This, of course, was during our summer vacation when we were out of school and had plenty of time on our hands.

Perhaps, in our small town, with nothing to really interest or excite us, the Snow Cone Man was the one thing we had to look forward to. Regardless, we believed he had the greatest job in the world.

For one, he rode the coolest motorcycle vehicle I have ever seen a three-wheel motorcycle, with a large compartment on the back, containing all the snow cone accoutrements. I don’t know if it was the motorcycle or the cargo that fascinated us. Your guess is probably the right one.

Also, he wore a nifty white suit with a fabulous hat. At the time, I would have given anything for a hat like his. It was often the topic of our discussion when he left us to our snow cone treats.

One thing was sure, everybody loved him. He sold those snow cones for 5 cents each. What a bargain. The icy treat was a paper cone piled high with crushed ice and then flavored with your choice of strawberry, raspberry, lemon, lime syrup, but my all-time favorite was root beer.

On a hot day in August, there was nothing cooler than a root beer snow cone from the SCM. Moreover, the best part of it was, it only cost a nickel. Of course, a nickel was sometimes hard to come by.

I well remember one day when I didn’t have a nickel. I don’t remember the reason, but I was being punished for some naughtiness on my part, and my mother would not give me the coveted nickel.

Time came for the Snow Cone Man to come down our street and he stopped right in front of our house. Like a snowstorm in Vermont, kids descended upon him from all over the place to get their daily snow cone.

I looked on, through teary eyes, regretting whatever I did to deprive myself of one of the greatest pleasures in life.

One by one, the kids melted away as they got their snow cones and soon he was all alone. I just hated to see him go. He was ready to start his motorcycle when he looked up and saw me sitting on the porch.

“Hey, Jimmy, don’t you want a snow cone today?”

“Hain’t got no nickel,” I sobbed.

“Come on down,” he called back. “You can use one of my nickels today.”

Leaping off the porch and smearing tears from my face, I went to him for my snow cone. When I got there he pressed a nickel into my trembling hand and asked, “Now, which flavor do you want? Don’t tell me. Root beer, right?”

Root beer was more than all right for me.

As I exchanged his nickel for my root beer snow cone, I could not speak for fear the effort would distract from the smile, which had taken my face by storm. It was the best root beer snow cone I ever had.

Watching him drive away, I thought to myself, that’s the greatest job in the world.

More than 40 years separate me from that childhood memory. Looking back, I smile when I realize I have, today, the greatest job in the world.

What could be greater than helping people receive from God what they can’t afford. God’s marvelous grace is for all who, for one reason or another, do not have the needed “nickel.”

Upon further reflection, a verse from the Old Testament came to mind. “Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.” Isaiah 55:1 KJV.)

No matter how much money a person thinks he or she has, they are always one nickel short of God’s grace.

So there I was the swing set instruction book in one hand, while the other hand was waving goodbye to my wife as she drove off on a weeklong excursion at the shore with her lady friends. As I turned around to go back into the house I was thinking this was going to be a great week. I could get that swing set together in one or two days and then have the rest of the week to lie around watching videos and playing on my computer.

My wife was on the road to the shore, my kids were both away at camp for the week, so for me it was just an empty house, one simple building project and then relaxation. . What more could a guy ask for? Well for one thing cooler temperature and a weeks vacation to finish the project.

The next day dawned with bright sunshine, high humidity and temperatures in the high ninety’s. I was dreading it already. My thoughts turned to ideas of abandoning the project until cooler temperatures prevailed. Say around November or December, but my wife was counting using that swing set for her daycare kids so I couldn’t let her down. We all no that guys are always on time with the tasks that our wives ask us to do.

So with such great (hot) weather to start off the first day of my building project I laid out the tools and the different parts of the sing set to in order to better acquaint myself with the instructions, all the parts to the swing set and whatever else I would need to get me started. Well actually that is what I should have done what I actually did was get my tools rip open the boxes and lay into that thing. An hour later and at least10 pounds lighter from all the sweating I had my first two boards bolted together I was on my way.

Once I was finally able to get those first two boards together I figured it would be all down hill from there, but unfortunately the hill I was going down would last five scorching hot, paint blistering days. Well I exaggerated a little on the heat but it was hot and it was humid. The kind of humidity that causes your shirt to stick fully to your body but even that could not dampen my joy (pardon the pun) because by the end of five days I finally had a fully functional swing set.

Well I hoped it was functional and it appeared from my observation to be put together correctly. Well it looked like the picture on the box. Now as to how well it would hold up under the rigorous use of little children remained to be seen because no children had actually played on it yet.

My week, of what I thought would be rest, turned into one of a lot of sweat, toil and pain. In fact I was in agony for a couple of weeks because I had used muscles I did not know I even had all in the name of putting together a swing set that had as it was written on the box” some assembly required’, but you know once I got over that pain and watched those children playing on that swing set it was all worth it.

That is the same way life is, sometimes we go through a lot of pain and suffering and do not understand why, but later when we look back we see that there was something we learned from what happened to us. It may be some small truth or something that we can build on later but the point is we have learned.

I know I learned a few things from putting that swing set together. One do not believe in instructions that say some assembly required, because they actually should say you are going to spend days trying to figure out what these instructions mean. Two, be careful of the weatherman when he says sunny and warm. Three, get a couple of guys who know what they are doing to help you put together whatever it is you are assembling and then provide them with support and a lot of water and lemonade.

So, where and how do the professional comedy writers do it? It’s all up in the head and the deep secret is the thinking process. The combination of creativity and imagination is the first step that will lead your thoughts to the funny finish.

To be imaginative and creative, you got to let your mind wander freely and illogically even to absurdity. Don’t be inhibited. Many a times, the best joke appeared in the most unexpected combination.

Here are five techniques which you can generate humorous ideas:

1.Incongruity - by pairing of opposites or contrasts. 2.Reverse - by switching or reverting of situations. 3.Similarity - by pairing of the same or similar things, person or situations 4.Words - by using puns, oxymorons, cliches and figure of speech 5.Switches - by using others’ideas only as a starting point.

These are the four essential elements of humor:

1.Surprise - unexpected twist to the ending 2.Realism - truth or logic that can be related to or recognised 3.Exaggeration - simple distortion to the extent of absurdity 4.Victim - the butt of the joke