Another new favorite header. Thanks AP.
     I’m not sure where I’m at date wise. This one is either going out tomorrow (Saturday) or Monday. I’ve had one of those crazy last couple of days. As my mom used to say, “I’ve been pulled from pillar to post.”
     I really wonder where that term comes from.
     Well, after a fast Google search it seems it dates back to medieval times when someone was punished they were tied to a post and whipped and afterward were moved to somewhere else, like the town square  and attached to a pillar where they could be viewed by the town’s folks and most probably mocked and jeered. There is some mention of a pillory instead of a pillar, which actually makes a bit more sense. This is a pillory:

     You’d be whipped on a whipping post and moved to a pillory for the remainder of your punishment in the town square.
     So, when someone, like yours truly, says they feel like they’ve been pulled from pillar to post, it makes a bit more sense and we’ve now gone WAY afield, as is our wont when all I was trying to say is that I’ve had a busy day or so doing a bit of scut work today on my day off.
     I copied fifteen copies of twenty-six lessons for our next study at the jail which I need to be ready for starting next week. That’s 390 lessons that were copied, stapleless-stapled and gotten ready to go. It for the jail, so they can’t have any regular staples in them so we staple them with stapleless-staples.
     Plus, FBI starts next week again (I’m so excited!!!!!) and since I’m now running that, there was work I had to do to get THAT ready.
     Plus some other stuff.
     Like I said, scut work.
     All that to say that I’m not sure when this episode is coming out, and I have a lesson to do this afternoon and buddy wheats, through text conversation just reminded me, I haven’t eaten a single thing all day.
     So, let’s break ground on this then I need to get my butt in gear and get things going…but first!

     We now have one full row!  Look at that!!!!! Man, I’m so proud of you guys! I can’t say that enough. Now for the roll-call!

Pop Smith, Steven H., Henry S., Michael F., Catherine B., Donald G., Stephen B., Kristine M., Leah H., Edmund R., Sammye, Kenny B., Jonathon J., Ted H., Robert B., and Kenneth R.

     Thank you all so very, very much. Just a few weeks left for the rest of you to jump in. Be part of the few, part of the proud, part of the … oh wait, that’s the Marines. You get the idea.

     You can go to the website, dragonlaffs.com, and click the donate thingy and that will take you to PayPal where you do NOT have to have a PayPal account to donate. I have a QR code that I can send you where you can donate bank to bank (supposedly it’s safe to publish here but … I don’t know … I’d rather send it to you by email if you ask for it.) through Zelle. I’ve done Zelle several times both sending and receiving, never had a hitch. Most banks use it. Or you can use snail mail. These last you can get from me by writing to me at impishdragon@dragonlaffs.com.
     Now we can jump in and get this started…

     Okay, so yes, it’s an old joke, but it’s still funny.

     And that one is too.

     Boy, ain’t that the truth!

     I have GOT to get me one of these signs! But…thinking about it…why spoil the fun…

My grandson, Justin, returned from his first time in church and was asked how it went. He said, “The music was nice, but the commercial was too long.”

     I’m almost 100% sure that there isn’t a court in the world that would convict a mother for beating their child into unconsciousness for that.

So, for us Americans:
The Cheetah is at 75 mph
The Sailfish is at 68 mph
The Peregrine Falcon is at an amazing 242 mph!

I so very much agree with that! I love my waffles!

Wow! How’d they do that?

What do you call a parade of rabbits hopping backwards?
A receding hare-line.

Man…I wish I could say that.

Well…at least I don’t stab ALL of them.

You really gotta wonder about that second one.

Imagine how many disappointed men showed up for this.

At the supermarket, a woman shopped with her four boys and a baby. Her patience was wearing thin as the boys called out, “Mommy! Mommy!” while she tried to shop.

Finally, she blurted out, “I don’t want to hear the word mommy for at least ten minutes!”

The boys fell silent for a few seconds. Then one tugged on his mother’s dress and said softly, “Excuse me, miss.”

I’m sorry, that may make me bad, but that one really cracked me up!

I was having dinner with a chess player that had just received notification that she has received the prestigious chess designation of “Master”.

Due to the checkered tablecloth, It took her two hours to pass me the ketchup.

This is my new favorite meme! Can you imagine getting this in return from “Hey, how’s it going?” I laughed SO hard!

The editor of a small country Newspaper, furious over several government bills that had recently been passed, printed a scathing editorial with an enormous headline “HALF THE LEGISLATORS ARE CROOKS”‘.
 
Many local Politicians were outraged and exerted tremendous pressure on him to print a retraction. He finally gave in to the pressure and ran his apology with the headline “HALF THE LEGISLATORS ARE NOT CROOKS”.

Lasers were once a huge scientific breakthrough; now we use them to play with cats.

Computers were once a huge scientific breakthrough; now we use them to look at cats.

Conclusion: Science was made for cats.

Yup, I knew that.

Okay, this one is worth clicking and worth watching. It’s very short and it is a GREAT response to the settler vs. immigrant question. Thanks to dear Stephanie for sending this one in. Click …

Here

Works for me.

Awww, why not? You take all the fun out of everything!

Too easy.

Realizing at the last minute that it was his father’s birthday, a teenage boy rushed to the corner store to grab a card.

He quickly found a son-to-father card but neglected to read it carefully.

Later when his father opened his gifts, he was surprised to read aloud, “Happy birthday to a wonderful Dad. Now that I’m a father too . . .”

Nah! Nighttime is dark so you can sleep better.

“The moment where you doubt you can fly, you cease for ever being able to do it.”
– J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

There’s something very akin to faith and the Lord in there. We’re told that (and I’m paraphrasing here) with the faith the size of a mustard seed, we could move mountains. By the way, do you know how big a mustard seed is? I had to look this up for my class on the Armor of God. It is about a third the size of a grain of rice. I could go into a long “proof” for you here, but faith is a given…a truth. Meaning that we all have it, if we choose to use it. It says so in the Bible and the Bible is the inerrant Word of God, that makes it absolute truth. Which means our faith is not even the size of a mustard seed.

I know that I am going to Heaven when I die. I know that my sins are forgiven. There are many other things that I know, through faith, right? I’ve had miracles PROVEN to me, right in front of my face, so why can’t I move that mountain?

Because it’s not part of God’s plan to have that mountain moved right now? Probably. What did Jesus say to Peter when he talked about having the faith to walk on the water? He said, “keep your eyes on me.” Therein lies the answer. We must keep our eyes on Jesus.

Completely lost track of my original point, but had fun getting to where I got. So, on with the show.

When I was in college, I was really into this girl named Greta, but I was shy back then and not at all assertive. The girl and two of her friends were going to a nerdy Halloween party and decided to go as the first digits of pi (3.14).  They needed someone to be the decimal, and I volunteered thinking it would give me a chance to talk to Greta. I was really excited until I got there and realized that she was the 4, which meant there was someone between us all night. I was miserable, barely spoke to anyone, and went home alone.  Thing is, the whole reason I went to the party was that I really thought she was the one.

Not at all like the bat that woke me up flying around my bedroom at 4 am the other morning! Yeah, that’s what it’s like living in a 125 year old house sometimes. I have video…I chased him out to the living room, closed the bedroom door, and went back to bed. When I got home from work at 330 that afternoon, I tracked him down, when I knew he would be dormant, tossed his tiny butt outside and all was right with the world. Yeah, I was annoyed, but not enough to lose my last hour and a half of sleep over it.  Until next time my dear friends. Don’t forget you still have time to donate. May God Bless you and keep you until we meet again.