I woke up this morning with things on my mind.  That’s not that unusual.  And some of the things on my mind weren’t that unusual either…you know, work I need to get done, people I need to check on … and the weirdest thing … Dinty Moore Beef Stew.

That’s an OLD picture.  There are no thumb prints on top of the cans any more.  But, I remember being woke up at about 0300 hrs to pee, which is pretty normal for us old guys, to the thought of “Dinty Moore Beef Stew” in my head.  I didn’t think anything of it, went right back to bed and right back to sleep.  But when I got up  this morning, the thought was still there and it’s been sitting in the back of my head all morning long.  I even pulled a can out of the pantry this morning when I was feeding the dogs.  I set it on the counter, and then put it back.

I guess we’ll see.  Anyway, I’ve got a couple of things I want to catch up on this morning.  I think I may have already sent them out to you and I may not have, so I’d rather double up then miss out, so I’m going to do them first out.  Also I’ve got a couple of days off so I’m going to try to put out a couple of extra issues for you guys.  

That sounds generous, right?

A great deal of it has to do with the fact that right now, I’m uncomfortable in my own head and want to keep occupied.  

Not my favorite time of year.

So, let’s jump in to the fun stuff and see what we can do…

Okay, this first video is WAY cool and the perfect response to someone trying to play a prank on someone else.  like I said at the beginning, I’m relatively sure I sent this already, but maybe not.  Maybe I’ve just shown it so many other times that it just SEEMS like I sent it out to you guys.  Anyway, here goes…

And this next one is another video.  It rightfully belongs in the political section, but it’s just frustrating more than anything and this lady is just weird!

And this next one I know I haven’t sent, but it’s so beautiful and so Christmasy … sent by Woeter from South Africa.  It is awesome.  Lord of the Dance!

The key here is are you listening hard enough to KNOW what it is that God has called you to do?

I really LOVE that shirt!!!

This one is about ten minutes long, but if you are interested in UFOs, it’s worth the watch.

My grandfather was a professional organist.

Up until the monkey died.

‘Extremely toxic’ creature scientist ‘has never seen before’ found by boy on Aussie beach

Well, and since it was brought up … and I didn’t want to get into it … somebody’s birthday is tomorrow.  Christmas Eve.  No.  Not baby Jesus.  We CELEBRATE His birthday on Christmas Day, but we’ve figured out His ACTUAL birthday was sometime closer to tax day … in April.  

Go back to Luke, chapter 2, starting at verse 8:  And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.  And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.  For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.  And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manager.  And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Okay, go back to the first line (I really didn’t need to include all of that, I just love that part).  “Shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.”  From what I understand, that only happens in the spring.  It definitely does NOT happen in December.  I don’t know HOW they figured it was April (I actually heard once April 4th or the 6th) but they’ve definitely said April.

So, who is they?  Bible scholars who know a LOT more than I do.

So then whose birthday am I talking about?

Well, I’m sorry to say … mine.  Tomorrow is my birthday.  December 24th.  Christmas Eve.  It’s a crappy birthday and it always gets forgotten in the Christmas crush.  Not that it matters to me anymore, but as a kid, it bothered me a great deal.  Just because I know someone will ask, I will be 66 years young.  I still feel 16 in my head…and 116 in my body.  

So … moving on …

You guys have made this all worth while!  Thank you!

If everyone would just realize that there is One place to run to.

This next one is crazy weird.  So who do we have to thank?  Why, Stephanie, of course!

50 Cursed Randoms for a Terror-Filled Night’s Sleep

At first glance, it seems like someone’s reading in the water, but when you zoom in, you realize there’s no person, no book, no study—just an illusion.

Life is much the same; it appears one way, but beneath the surface, it’s entirely different.

Maybe Aussie Pete could answer that one for us…

You have to click on this one and watch.  It’s a Facebook Reel.  Click HERE.

I wanna be a Lector!

If you were a parent with a really great … or warped … sense of humor, you could do something wicked with the elf on a shelf, like the last couple of Christmas pictures every single night and have your kids find him every morning doing something strange or diabolic!  That would be 

Massachusetts Laws 

State legislation forbids dueling with water pistols. 

At his request, each morning three-year-old Ray’s mother pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders of his size two T-shirt. 

Immediately in his young imaginative mind the towel became a brilliant magic blue and red cape. 

And he became Superman. 

Outfitted each day in his “cape,” Ray’s days were packed with adventure and daring escapades.  He was Superman. 

This fact was clearly pointed out last fall when his mother enrolled him in kindergarten class. During the course of the interview, the teacher asked Ray his name. 

“Superman,” he answered politely and without pause. 

The teacher smiled, cast an appreciative glance at his mother, and asked again, “Your real name, please.” 

Again, Ray answered, “Superman.” 

Realizing the situation demanded more authority, or maybe to hide amusement, the teacher closed her eyes for a moment, then in a voice quite stern, said, “I will have to have your real name for the records.” 

Sensing he’d have to play straight with the teacher, Ray slid his eyes around the room, hunched closer to her, and patting a corner of frayed towel at his shoulder, answered in a voice hushed with conspiracy, “Clark Kent.” 

Stephen B. sent us a special message …

Regardless of your race, religion, sex, political beliefs (or lack of any of the aforementioned), a holiday season is upon us.

As Bill and Ted once said in “Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure” …………….”Be excellent to each other.”

Yup!  Survival.  That’s my goal, baby!

Timmy was a little five-year old boy that his Mom loved very much and being a worrier, she was concerned about him walking to school when he started Kindergarten.  She walked him to school for a couple of days but when he came home one day, he told his mother that he did not want her walking him to school everyday.  He wanted to be like the “big boys.” 

He protested loudly, so she had an idea of how to handle it. 

She asked a neighbor, Mrs. Goodnest, if she would surreptitiously follow her son to school, at a distance behind him that he would not likely notice, but close enough to keep a watch on him. 

Mrs. Goodnest said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it Would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well so she agreed. 

The next school day, Mrs. Goodnest and her little girl, Marcy, set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with Another neighbor boy he knew.  She did this for the whole week. 

As the boys walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, the little Friend of Timmy noticed that this same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week. 

Finally, he said to Timmy, “Have you noticed that lady following us all week?  Do you know her?” 

Timmy nonchalantly replied, “Yea, I know who she is.” 

The little friend said, “Well who is she?” 

“That’s just Shirley Goodnest” Timmy said. 

“Shirley Goodnest?  Who the heck is she and why is she following us?” 

“Well,” Timmy explained, “every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers ‘cuz she worries about me so much.

And it says, “Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life.” So I guess I’ll just have to get used to it!” 

Drunk guy: “Here’s hoping you’re in Heaven ten minutes before the devil knows you’re dead!” 

Drunk girl: “What’s that mean?” 

Drunk guy: “It’s an Irish toast.” 

Drunk girl: “Oh. Well, here’s to bread, eggs and cinnamon.”

Drunk guy: “Huh?” 

Drunk girl: “That’s French toast.” 

I’m gonna have to try and find that one, it looks like fun!

Why doesn’t that surprise me one single bit?

So very, very true…

Me neither! 

Nevada, Eureka Law 

Men who wear moustaches are forbidden from kissing women. 

And that, my dear friends and family, is the perfect place to stop.  

May our kind and loving Father in Heaven Bless you all with Peace, Comfort, and Joy today and all your days through.  And until we meet again, I remain, in love…