

I have found myself a lot lately thinking about writing.
I haven’t done any serious writing in quite some time.
I miss it.
I think I miss it most because there is so much tossing around inside this head of mine that is aching to get out. Words that need said and thoughts that need to be expressed.
Writing is like a muscle that, if not exercised, gets flabby and doesn’t perform the way that you would expect it to and I’m getting afraid that my writing muscle is getting out of shape. I’m also worried that, as I get older, it’s not as limber as it used to be.
I think I’ve made mention that Papa Dragon Most Senior, as our dear departed Lethal Leprechaun named him, my dad, has Alzheimer’s so very terribly bad that it gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking about it. I’ve always heard that the way to keep that monster at bay was to keep your mind sharp, i.e. read, do puzzles, read, write, read, keep your mind occupied with hard things, read, and above all else, read. Well, above and beyond my Bible studies every day, I still average about 3 … okay, maybe 2.5 books a week. I’ve slowed down a little since I’m back in class.
Anyway, the header got me thinking about it. Maybe tomorrow on my lunch hour I’ll sit down at my computer, close my eyes, and see what comes out.
Maybe just laughter in the back of my head… so …


YES! Every single morning for the past couple of weeks! The other morning the little number on my dashboard said -4! And even worse, the windchill was -20!!!!!
I felt just like that guy…probably colder.



Must be getting ready to snow. I’ll bet there’s no eggs or milk either. For some reason, every time it looks like snow, people want to make french toast.

So, I forgot to set my alarm the other morning and overslept by an hour, then I got to my office and my thermostat said this and I just KNEW it was going to be a bad day!





Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.
Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900)

I laughed SO hard.
Then I cried a little because of how true it is.









A Hunter walking through the jungle found a huge dead dinosaur with a pigmy standing beside it.
Amazed, he asked: “Did you kill that?”.
The pigmy said “Yes.”
The hunter asked “How could a little bloke like you kill a huge beast like that?”
Said the pigmy: “I killed it with my club.”
The astonished hunter asked: “How big is your club?”
The pigmy replied: “There’s about 260 of us.”




That is such an AWESOME answer! It makes me want to get pulled over so that I can use it.






John O’Reilly hoisted his beer and said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!”
That won him the top prize for the best toast of the night!
He went home and told his wife, Mary, “I won the prize for the best toast of the night.”
She said, “Aye, what was your toast?” John said,
“Here’s to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife.”
“Oh that is very nice indeed, John!” Mary said.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John’s toasting buddies on the street corner.
The man chuckled leeringly and said, “John won the prize, the other night, with a toast about you, Mary.”
She said, “Aye and I was a bit surprised me self! You know, he’s only been there twice!
Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come.”












A man was on his way home with a new car, which was absorbing all his attention, when it struck him that he had forgotten something.
Twice he stopped, counted his parcels, searched his pockets, but finally decided he had everything with him.
Yet the feeling persisted.
When he reached home his daughter ran out, stopped short, and cried: “Daddy, where’s Mommy?”




















I was blown away one afternoon when I stopped at a diner. Sitting at the counter I observed the cook forming portions of
ground beef into hamburger patties. He wore a sleeveless undershirt, grabbed a handful of beef, placed it into his arm pit and squeezed. He noticed that I almost fell off the stool.
Without missing a beat he looked at me and said:
“Calm down lady, you should be here in the
morning when I make
the doughnuts!”

So very true.




I understand this one COMPLETELY!

I agree, do it again!





Doctors at a hospital in London, England have gone on strike.
Hospital officials say they will find out what the Doctors’ demands are as soon as they can get a nurse over there to read the picket signs.









I’m really tempted throw the flag on this one!



A gynecologist decides that he’d had it with gynecology. He wanted to go and fulfill his lifelong dream and become a car mechanic. So he studied hard, and when he felt he was ready, he registered to go take the state licensing test.
The results of the test arrived a few weeks later, and with trembling hands he opened the envelope to discover that he passed with flying colors! He got a score of 200 points out of the 100 points possible. “200 points out of 100 points possible?” he asks himself. “How can that be?”
So he calls the licensing board and they tell him: “You see sir, you received 50 points for taking the engine apart perfectly, 50 points for putting the engine back perfectly, and 100 EXTRA points for doing it all through the exhaust.”

Might get worse? Might? There are two times when you NEVER argue with a woman. When you are right and when you are wrong. And in those situations when you find you are right? Apologize immediately.

That’s actually a pretty good strategy.




And yet, the sentence says nothing.

When you give everything over to God, the comfort you feel is indescribable.




This is the absolute truth. I’m sorry. The protesters in MN are wrong. The protesters of ICE everywhere are wrong. You are standing in the way of lawful law enforcement officers doing their jobs. You can tell me all about the “good ones” who are not causing trouble, who are hard working, just looking for a better life. That’s great, then why didn’t they come here the right way? The legal way? Why didn’t they take advantage of the offer to self deport and get in line when it was offered to them. Why did they choose to break the law. See, that’s the key. They are still breaking the law. But, more importantly, why are this leftist bleeding hearts protecting the rapists, the murderers, the drug dealers? Why are their lives more important than yours and mine? Why are they insisting on spending your money and my money to support these people? I don’t have a lot of money, do you?
How many of these protested for these people pictured above when they were brutalized by these same people they are now trying to protect? How many?
So, admit it out loud. Rapist, murders, child traffickers, and drug dealers are more important to you than any of the people pictured above. More important to you than your own brothers and sisters, your own sons and daughters. Go ahead and say it. I dare you.
Oh, one more thing…if the protesters weren’t there, then the agents would have been able to do their jobs and NONE of this other crap would have taken place, so you tell me who’s to blame.
Many years ago
when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow
who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father’s wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me joy.
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow’s grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.
Father’s wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter’s son.
My wife is now my mother’s mother
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She’s my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!!












A fire started on some grassland near a farm in Indiana.
The fire department was called to put the fire out, but it proved to be more than the small town fire department could handle so someone suggested that a nearby volunteer fire department be called. Though there was doubt that they would be of any help, the call was made.
The volunteer fire department arrived in a dilapidated, old fire truck. They drove straight towards the fire and, to everyone’s surprise, stopped right in the middle of the flames.
The volunteer firemen jumped off the truck and frantically started spraying water in all directions. Soon they had snuffed out the center of the fire, breaking the blaze into two easily controllable parts.
The farmer was so impressed with the their work and so grateful that his farm had been spared, that he presented them with a check for $1,000.
A local news reporter asked the volunteer fire captain what the department planned to do with the funds.
“That should be obvious,” he responded. “The first thing we’re gonna do is get the brakes fixed on that stupid fire truck.”

And that’s it my friends.
Looks like we are in for another furlough…short lived as it may be … at least that is what they are saying today, which is Saturday. I guess we’ll find out on Monday when we go in to sign the paperwork. Pray for us government employees. I know some of us are still recovering from the LAST one.
But until next time…

































































































































































































































































































































































































































































