So, the header above is from 2012.  Ten years ago.  Ten years ago this month.  I don’t know why I picked it for today, but I did.

I went to church this morning, to my buddy’s church.  It was interesting.  Really nice.  I cried.  Quite a bit, actually.  So, I suppose that’s a good thing.  Okay, service was a bit over an hour long.  Probably the first half was all music and singing.  But, not singing like normal hymns, although I would call them hymns, but hymns with more of a bit of a Country Western bent to them.  Now, that may have been because there was a key board, a couple of electric guitars and a couple of folk guitars, a bass guitar, and a drum set that no one was playing.  The words to the hymns were very specific to the theme of the day, which was Peace, with an underlying theme of Grace, and were more like preaching than singing, but were singing and not preaching and I’m not making sense, but that’s the impression that I got.

GRACE

Gods
Riches
At
Christ’s
Expense

Anyway, the second half of the service was the Pastor’s sermon expounding on the theme, and talking about his week (there were 3 funerals this week) and about what’s going on next week.  His talk made me cry, too.  I felt, overwhelmed, but in a good way.  A couple of people came up to me and said hello, but not too many.  I wasn’t smothered, but I wasn’t overlooked either.  Like it was just the right amount.  

I liked the church, I liked the people, I liked the message, I really liked the format, and I liked the internal feeling.  So, this one gets a second chance next week.  

And we’re going to discuss some of the other religious questions that we had with some of our friends in just a little bit, but first, we’ve got to get some laughter going here.

This “Killing Them With Kindness” is taking way longer than I expected.

Stoners will smoke a blunt in the car to prepare to kike thru the woods so they can smoke a blunt in the woods just to go back home to smoke a blunt.

It’s a good thing we don’t get as much government as we pay for.

Our magic act is considered one of the best in all the land.

I hate it when people say age is just a number.  Clearly, age is a word.

We were out burning ditches when my husband got stung on the forehead by a bee.  He’s in the ER now…face all swollen and bruised.  He almost died!!  He was very lucky because I was close enough to swat off the bee with my shovel.

The older you get, the more you appreciate cancelled plans, early nights, thunderstorms, the love of a good woman, and alcohol that is on sale.

Our all women’s baseball team has won pennant after pennant in their league!

A weasel walks into a bar.
The bartender says, “Wow!  I’ve never served a weasel before.  What can I get you?”
“Pop,” goes the weasel.

I didn’t think wearing orthopedic shoes would help, but I stand corrected.

Day 329 without sex:  I went to Starbucks today, just so I could hear somebody scream my name.

How to Prepare Tofu

Step 1:  Throw it in the Trash
Step 2:  Grill some Meat

Dems are bragging that Biden created 6 Million jobs!!! No, people just went back to work after the Pandemic.

9/11 — 2,997 killed
Pearl Harbor — 2,403 killed
Civil War — 1.5 million killed
Jan 6 — one unarmed Trump supporter killed
TOTALLY THE SAME THING.

This first one continues the conversation we’ve been having with Leah.  If you don’t remember from last issue, it has to do with the question of how to answer when someone asks what religion you are when you are not comfortable answering or don’t care to answer that particular person.

Okay, wow.  We gotta talk.  First of all, if you declare yourself a Leahist, how is that denying Him?  I quite easily explained myself as a Bobist, while also explaining how angry I was at God, and nobody who overheard the conversation had any doubt at all of my belief in the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

And I believe you should stay out of the Mother in Heaven fight.  Why would there be a fight over our Heavenly Mother?  Of course we have a Mother in Heaven.  If we are created in God’s image and we have an earthly mother, how can we NOT have a Heavenly Mother?  And how can she not be just as special and just as important?  I don’t understand what there is to fight about? 

I spent many years as a Mormon.  They taught me a lot.  And quite a few of their teachings helped develop my Bobist beliefs.  But, more than that, they were some of the kindest, most helpful, loving people I’ve ever met.  At least the ones in England were.  I can’t say as much for the ones in America in Indiana, that’s when I moved on from the church and moved on to other things for what I would call “political” reasons (too much to go into here) but the people themselves?  Absolutely lovely!

Don’t worry so much about what other people think.  Worry about how you feel.  Do you feel right with God?  Is He happy with your words and actions?  Are you happy with your words and actions?  If so, then who gives a damn what other people think?  And if you manage to piss the evil ones off, more’s the better.

And Dearest Stephanie weighed in, too: 

And this one is from Dearest Stephanie and many others who have sent me messages asking me to pass the same sentiment on to Dear Helen…

And that’s it my friends.  I am done for the night.  May your days be filled with Love and Happiness.