Today is Friday night, although you are reading this on Monday morning.  Well, I don’t know really WHEN you are reading this, but the EARLIEST you could be reading this is Monday morning, how’s that?  Anyway, after all that, I forgot where I was going with that…

Anyway, I just caught up on my emails and got all my pictures filed in the folders they need to be in so that now I’m ready to put together the next issue and be as creative as I can be.  

Tomorrow, Saturday, I am spending the day with the Whelpling and his family so that means that I am gonna see my grandkids.  We are going to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family on since he has to work on Thursday.  I’m not sure how much of my daughter-in-law’s extended family is going to be there, but it should be a fun time.  Maybe I’ll share some pictures with you guys towards the end of this episode.

His dear wife, my DIL, when I asked her what I should bring, she said dessert.  And I knew from an earlier conversation on Facebook that I had seen that she didn’t want anyone bringing pumpkin pie because apparently last year, that’s all anyone brought.  There was a TON of pumpkin pie and nothing else.

When I mentioned this to her, she laughed and said, “No Dad, if you want to bring pumpkin pie, you can bring pumpkin pie.”  Which sounded an awful lot like, “The grandpa can bring anything the GRANDPA wants to bring!!!”  I told her, “No, I can find an ‘unusual’ dessert to bring.”

So, I am making sweet, crockpot bread pudding.  Never tried it in a crockpot before.  I’ll get up in the morning and throw it all together, take Izzy to work, by the time it’s time to leave for the hour and a half drive it ought to be about done, it will stay warm in the crockpot, and when I get there, I’ll plug it in and it will stay on warm.  I think it’s a good plan.

What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

While we all are contemplating that, why don’t we get started with laffs, shall we?

There’s a great story that goes along with this one.  Lynn sent this one and this is what she originally wrote: 

This is called the coffer illusion. There are 16 circles in this picture. 

Once you see them, you can’t unsee them.

After much staring and unfocusing my eyes, like you do with some pictures to make them 3D and such, I finally wrote back to her and said, “Well, I guess I just won’t be able to see them.”  So, Lynn writes back to me and says: 

Focus on vertical lines between each ‘square’.

💙

And I STILL can’t see any circles.  I take the picture to work on my phone and show it to my two guys at work.  After about 20 minutes, one of them says, “Well, in the corners of the squares I see little tiny dot like things, I’ll bet that’s what she meant.  But there’s a lot more than 16 of them.”  And I said then that’s just not … and WHAM!  They jumped out at me so hard!

And now, like she said, I can’t unsee them.

So, I want to know … how’d you do?  Can you see them?  I’ll put the outline of one of them a little farther back in the issue so you’ll know if you’re right or not, but trust me…you’ll KNOW when you see it for real.

The next link is from Stephanie (of course) and the title speaks for itself:

The Most Toxic Tree in the World Is Found in America, and Its 12,000x More Lethal Than a Rattlesnake

What happens to a little lamb that is rejected by its mother, it will hang its head so low it looks as if the lamb is beyond depressed ..!!! Every once in a while, a ewe will give birth to a lamb and reject it. There are lots of reasons she may do this. If the shepherd tries to return the lamb, the mother might even kick the baby away. Once a ewe rejects one of her lambs, she will never change her mind.

These little lambs will hang their heads so low that it looks like something is wrong with their little necks. Their spirits are broken.

These lambs are called “bummer lambs.” 

Unless the shepherd intervenes, that little lamb will die – rejected and alone. 

Do you know what the shepherd usually does?

The shepherd will take that rejected little lamb into their home, hand-feed it and keep it warm. They will wrap it up with blankets and hold it to their chest so the little lamb can hear their heartbeat. Once the lamb is strong enough, the shepherd will place it back in the field with the rest of the flock.

That sheep never forgets the shepherd’s love and care when their mother rejected them. When the shepherd calls for the flock, guess which sheep runs first? That sheep knows the shepherd’s voice.

The bummer lamb isn’t loved more, it just knows intimately the one who loves it. It trusts the shepherd because it has experienced love from the shepherd.

Many of us are bummer lambs. Rejected and broken. But Jesus is the good Shepherd. He cares for our every need and holds us close to His heart so we can hear His heartbeat.

We may be broken but we are deeply loved by the Shepherd who will never leave us.

~ Author Unknown

This one was sent to us by our dear friend Wouter from South Africa.

Amen!

“Snack holes” is PERFECT!!

“To This Day, I Still Have No Idea What I Was Thinking”: 25 Stories About The Dumbest Ways People Have Injured Themselves

Yup, it HAS to be free.  Otherwise none of us would EVER be able to pay for it.

“Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons.”

     —Woody Allen

Jake had proposed to young Gina, and was being interviewed by his prospective father-in-law. 

“Do you think you are earning enough to support a family?” the older man asked the suitor. 

“Yes, sir,” replied Jake, “I’m sure I am.” 

“Think carefully now,” said Gina’s father. “There are twelve of us…”

Three Irishmen, drunk as can be, come staggering down the street, singing Danny Boy at the top of their lungs. They come to a stop in front of Flaherty’s house still singing. After a few minutes, the window flies open and Mrs. Flaherty yells out, “Why don’t you drunken sots go somewhere else.”

“Are ye Mrs. Flaherty?” asks one of the drunks.

“Faith now, ye know full well that I am,” says she.

“Well, could ye come down an’ tell us which one of us is your husband so the other two of us can go home.”

I have been that besotted.

Things To Think About . . . .


Do people in Australia call the rest of the world “up over”?

Does that screwdriver belong to Philip?

Does killing time damage eternity?

Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?

Why is it that night falls but day breaks?

Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?

Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

Can you buy an entire chess set in a pawn shop?

Daylight savings time – why are they saving it and where do they keep it?

Did Noah keep his bees in archives?

Do pilots take crash-courses?

Do stars clean themselves with meteor showers?

Do you think that when they asked George Washington for ID that he just whipped out a quarter?

Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?

How can there be self-help “groups”?

How do you get off a non-stop flight?

How do you write zero in Roman numerals?

If a jogger runs at the speed of sound, can he still hear his Walkman?

If blind people wear dark glasses, why don’t deaf people wear earmuffs?

If cats and dogs didn’t have fur would we still pet them?

If peanut butter cookies are made from peanut butter, then what are Girl Scout cookies made out of?

If swimming is good for your shape, then why do the whales look the way they do?

If you jog backwards, will you gain weight?

If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?

Why do the signs that say “Slow Children” have a picture of a running child?

Sure!  Why not?  It works in our schools, in our prisons, … and the same thing happens.  Our wives and daughters will be abused, raped, or worse.  But our government thinks this is perfectly acceptable.  Because we don’t want to hurt the poor fox’s feelings.

Ahhh, but we have to admit how many times we have fallen…at least to God.  Part of repentance (and therefore forgiveness) is confession of our sins and how many times we have fallen.  No matter how hard it is, we must throw ourselves to our faces and confess to God that we have wronged Him.  It’s not like He doesn’t know already anyway.

Three Aussies were working on a high-rise building project – Steve,  Bruce and Bluey.

Steve falls off and is killed instantly.

As the ambulance takes the body away, Bruce says, “Someone should go and tell his wife.”

Bluey says, “OK, I’m pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I’ll do it.”

Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Fosters.

Bruce says, “Where did you get that, Bluey?”

“Steve’s wife gave it to me,” Bluey replies.

“That’s unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you the beer?”

“Well not exactly,” Bluey says. “When she answered the door, I said to her,’You must be Steve’s widow’.

She said, ‘No, I’m not a widow.’

And I said, ‘I’ll bet you a case of Fosters you are’.”

You get those instances in life where you say to yourself, “I wonder what ever happened to …”  Trust me, as you get older, it happens more and more.  Well, this next one from Joe in NJ answers one of those questions for me…

That’s your warning call for Thursday!  And the next one…

Another interesting read from Stephanie

The Creepiest Haunted House in Every State

Society is doomed!

This is an old classic.  But it is terribly funny and well worth the read and I’m quite glad that it came back around again.  Thanks to Lynn for sending.

Wow, it’s amazing how many ways that one is wrong.

The strong young man at the construction site was bragging that he could outdo anyone in a feat of strength.

He made a special case of making fun of one of the older workmen. After several minutes, the older worker had enough.

“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is,” he said.

I will bet a week’s wages that I can haul something in a wheelbarrow over to that outbuilding that you won’t be able to wheel back.”

“You’re on, old man,” the braggart replied. “Let’s see what you got.”

The old man reached out and grabbed the wheelbarrow by the handles.

Then, nodding to the young man, he said, “All right. Get in.”

Three Hells Angels are sitting at a table in a transport cafe when in walks a nun, takes a seat next to them and begins to eat. 

Astonished, one of them says,  “I went to my parents wedding last week and we all got shit-faced.” 

The nun continues to eat even though she obviously heard the exchange.

Being quick on the uptake the second one says, “My dad says he will marry my mother next year.” 

Despite this the nun stays right where she is.  Eager to get a response from the nun, the third one says, “My old man will never EVER marry my mother!” 

The nun looks up from her food and says, “Would one of you bastards please pass the salt?” 

Three kingdoms were in dispute over claims to an island in the middle of lake on which they all bordered. Finally, after exhausting all diplomatic options, the rulers of the three kingdoms decided to send their best knights to the island for a great battle, and the winning kingdom would have claim to the island forever.

On the night before the battle, the three knights rowed out to the island, each with a retinue of their best squires. Two of the groups of squires promptly got down to the business of polishing armor, sharpening weapons, and just generally making sure their respective knights were ready to face the others in the morning.

Meanwhile, the third squire tied a rope around the handle of a large kettle, hoisted it off the ground by a tree branch, and began cooking dinner, leaving his knight to tend to his own armor and weapons.

The battle, which began promptly at sunrise, was spectacular.

Three knights in gleaming armor clashed with razor-sharp weapons. On and on it raged, until all three knights were dead.
Since the conflict had not been resolved, the squires then engaged in a battle of their own, until the only squire left standing was the one who had hoisted up the kettle to cook dinner the night before.

The moral: “The squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum of the squires on the other two sides!”

I really like that one.  It hurts me that some of you may not get it.

I got married,” said the first tavern regular, “so that I could get laid 3 or 4 times a week.”  

The other regular replied, “that’s strange; cuz that’s the reason why I got divorced!” 

Q: What’s the difference between husbands and prisoners? 

A: Prisoners complain behind bars.  Husbands complain in them.

And that is it my friends.  I look forward to talking to you on Thanksgiving.  May you all be blessed this week with Love and Happiness until we can meet again.