Wars and rumors of wars, right? Maduro and wife get captured and the world goes nuts. Iran is shooting protestors. Nobody seems to care but Trump. I watched his speech on Maduro. He made some good points, although I don’t like the fact that “we will be running the country until a legitimate government can be put into place.” That smacks of us taking over the country and just doing it for the oil, which he emphasized over and over and over again. I guess we’ll see.
By the time you read this, we’ve passed my “valley of the shadow of death” I haven’t experienced it yet as of this writing. Actually, we passed it with a previous issue, but as of this writing, it’s drawing closer and is preying on my mind. I speak of the passing of my dear Mary. Four years and it seems like yesterday. But I shant bore you with my travails. Let’s move on to the laughter.
I agree, I’m tired of the cold. And I’m tired of BEING cold.
This scares me for some reason that I can’t put my finger on.
When was the Employee Christmas Party for Self-Check at Walmart ’cause I think I missed it.
My son asked if a punch bowl is where you keep the names of people you want to punch.
I usually keep them in my head, but storing them in decorative crystal seems really classy.
My kid made the mistake of telling me I was being overdramatic so I just changed the Wi-Fi password.
We’ll see who’s overdramatic in about 5 minutes.
When is it going to be the straight, beer drinking, bacon eating, old white guy month?
Got a comment from Leah that I think I will copy here since I think some of you may be interested … Leah D says:
Did you celebrate your birthday? Anybody at work surprise you with a cake?
Did you leave your Christmas decorations up until New Years Day?
Did you have a white Christmas?
In other words, how’s life?
Okay, so one at a time…yes, I celebrated my birthday … kind of. Izzy gave me a gift and we watched TV. No cake, no big deal. No one called. I got a lot of wishes on Facebook and I got one card in the mail. My sister called me. No, no one at work made me a cake, I wasn’t at work, everyone at work was busy with their own families on Christmas eve. I’m quite used to not making a big deal out of my birthday. Mary used to do a pretty good job of it, though. I did go to the jail by myself on Christmas eve. My two partners were busy with their families, so I went by myself. That was nice. The guys appreciated it.
Yes, Izzy left the decorations up until January 5th and only took them down because I told her to. I think she’d leave them up year round. We did not really have a white Christmas although there was a bit of snow left on the ground left over.
How’s life? I’m trying to stay out of a deep funk right now. The day after tomorrow is the day. Well past the day when you guys are reading this, but for me….
So, let’s move on, shall we?
Another self portrait by Aussie Pete.
An alleged man walks into an LGBTQ center…
He walks right up to the front desk and he introduces himself, “Hello, I identify as a Chocolate Bar. Can I join?”
The trans receptionist replies, “Sir, that’s disgraceful! You’re mocking the entire LGBTQ community. We’re going to have to ask you to leave now.”
“You can’t call me, sir!” the irate man exclaims. “I use her/shey pronouns.”
Yup! Finest kind.
And now Joe gives us a little family history …
I come from a musical background.
My grandfather was a professional organ player.
Up until the monkey died.
Funny, I’ve always thought they looked like a pig’s butt for some reason. I have no proof, mind you, it’s just what I’ve always thought of when someone’s done that. It’s always been one of the silliest things I’ve ever seen anyone do in my entire life. Why would you purposefully pose for a picture like that. Second only maybe to those silly nose rings that animals wear that asinine women seem to find so fascinating. And duck face? It looks NOTHING like a duck.
The “I’m This Old” Meme Will Make Anyone Over 30 Feel ANCIENT
According to Google, this is true!
This is SO PERFECT!
No kidding.
With money in your pocket, you are wise and you are handsome and you sing well too.
-Yiddish Proverb
A guest lecturer to the Medical college stopped by the bulletin board. Listed for the day was the topic, “Surprises in Obstetrics”.
Scrawled under it in pencil were the words, “Mary had a little lamb”
And that’s it my friends. Be well, be happy and be blessed. Until next time.
Dragon Laffs 
When we were teens, my sister read the book, On The Beach (a movie too), a story of people who did not die in the apocalyptical nuclear bomb that did kill most of the world, with the knowledge the radiation will gradually reach them and slowly kill them.
She went into such a funk, this A student didn’t do homework, didn’t save money, began to not care about her hair and makeup. Why should she, there was no future to work towards, to look forward to.
Just thinking/worrying that my husband will die and leave me, begins to affect me the same way. But unlike my sister, I am able to psychologically slap my face and come out of it. However, I am left with a haunting knowledge it will happen one day hoovering over me.
I can begin to understand how devastating Mary’s illness and death has been to you. I am so thankful you stumbled into religion, your slap to the face, and are still with us.
The only worse thought that I have, even though through most of my marriage I planned for it, was that the tables were turned and Mary was left to go through what I have gone through at my passing.