Today is Sunday, I’ve been back to work for one day and I got an email on my civilian side that said, basically, that I will be receiving or have already received, back pay for the time that was missed. So I went to my bank (even though I’ve BEEN checking my bank) and checked to see if there was a payment pending, which normally happens two days prior to a government payment, AND …
Nothing …
So, I went to the government website where I get my pay statements that normally happens three days prior to payday, AND …
Nothing …
So, you can see as how my skepticism is rather high and perhaps not completely out of bounds.
Now, some mitigating factors could be: – It is Sunday and maybe something will be there tomorrow. – My last name is at the butt end of the alphabet and the government does tend to do things in alphabetical order. – I got nothin’ else.
So, I guess we’ll see tomorrow. In the meantime…
Yes we are! And the biggest disappointment is the fact that most of the people are ignoring it. Which makes them officially as smart as pro-wrestling fans! Think about that for just a moment and let that scare you as much as it scares me.
That was one of the funniest conversations I’ve EVER read!
Morris went to his lawyer Birnbaum and told him, “My neighbor owes me $500 and he doesn’t want to pay up. What should I do?”
“Do you have any proof?” asked the lawyer.
“Nope,” Morris replied.
“Okay, then write him a nasty letter asking him for the $1,000 he owes you,” said the lawyer Birnbaum.
“But it’s only $500,” Morris insisted.
“Precisely. That’s what he will reply and we will then have the proof we need to nail him.”
Please tell me that everyone got that one!!
I was in a customer’s home one afternoon and while I was talking to the customer, their 4 year old little girl whose name was Michelle, tugged on my pants leg and excitedly exclaimed, “I got a new bicycle, do you want to see it?”
I said, “Sure Michelle.” So off to the backyard we went. Upon getting into the backyard, I saw a brand new girl’s bicycle.
“Boy, Michelle! That’s a beautiful bicycle.” I complimented. “Can you ride it?”
“Yeah, I can ride it,” she said, then with a sad face she pouted, “but it’s broke.”
I looked at the new bicycle and couldn’t see anything wrong with it, so I asked her,
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “but every time I ride it, it falls over!”
The first five Florists I called from the phone book knew nothing about carpet or tile. And suddenly, I’m the idiot.
My wife asked me why I spoke so softly in the house. I said I was afraid Mark Zuckerberg was listening! She laughed. I laughed. Alexa laughed. Siri laughed.
Your mind needs exercise just as much as your body does, that’s why I think of jogging EVERY DAY.
Perfect!
I like to help people find things by pointing out that it’s gotta be around here somewhere.
Today, I realized that the word “bed” actually looks like a bed.
Why did we name it Parmesan cheese and not spaghetti confetti?!?!
It’s like we don’t even try anymore.
And that’s it. Until next time…and by next time, I’m sure you’ll know whether I got paid or not. So…until then …
Yeah, that’s the mood I’m in. Today is the day after Veterans Day. 12 Nov. Day 43 of the shutdown. Just waiting for the vote in the House now.
All I can say is, they better do the right thing.
Cause I’m sick of sitting here doing nothing.
I’m even more sick of not getting paid.
Hopefully, by the time you guys are reading this we’ve all been back to work, the pay has been straightened out and everything is back to how it’s supposed to be.
Until the end of the year…cause that’s all the deal is they are working out for now. Because they are …
For those of you who are new around here, that’s a Blind Turnip. And if they do this again at the beginning of the year, I’m gonna have a lot more colorful names.
So for now, let’s move on
This tape doesn’t even taste like scotch!
They’ve done it! We went back to work on Friday! Why Friday and then had the weekend off, I don’t know, but WE ARE BACK AT WORK AGAIN! After the longest shut down in history.
Now, they’ve promised us our back pay which should hit sometime between today (Monday) and Wednesday. And then our regular paycheck on Friday. There is a skeptical side of me that says, “Yeah, we’ll see.” As I’m writing this on Saturday, (yes, I’ve missed several days of keeping up on my issues, as I’ll get to in a moment) I still have no indication of anything heading to my bank, which I would have if I was going to see a paycheck on Monday or even Tuesday. So…you see my skepticism.
As to why I’ve fallen behind … well, not really fallen behind, but fallen not so far ahead … I had my first test in FBI (Faith Bible Institute) this week and have been studying and preparing a study guide for the other members of class. I’ve also prepared a study guide for the second test which is next week. The first test was on Acts, which I should have aced since I am not only studying it in FBI but also at the jail, but in which I got a disappointing 88%. Yes, a solid B+, but not what I had hoped for.
Next week is The Life of Christ or New Testament that I finished the study guide for this morning and it should be an easier test.
Now that I’ve said that, I’ve probably set myself up for a huge miss! LOL!
Anyway, the BIG news is that we’re back at work…at least until the end of January when I’m betting we start this government shut down all over again, but we all better be much more prepared for that one. The other news is that we should be getting our back pay. You know, in all honesty, if they knew they were going to give us our back pay, why weren’t we all at work anyway! Just another example of our country being run by:
I agree whole hea… ugh! [thump!]
Because it’s actually an invasion?
(and for those of you who are new, that symbol means that what follows is an oldie but a goodie … an old E butt a good E) (Okay, I’m done explaining this stuff … if you have questions, ask your fellow camper) (Yes, I know he’s probably drunk)
A young woman was preparing a ham dinner. After she cut off the end of the ham, she placed it in a pan for baking. Her friend asked her,”Why did you cut off the end of the ham”?
And she replied ,”I really don’t know but my mother always did, so I thought you were supposed to.”
Later when talking to her mother she asked her why she cut off the end of the ham before baking it, and her mother replied,”I really don’t know, but that’s the way my mom always did it.”
A few weeks later while visiting her grandmother, the young woman asked, “Grandma, why is it that you cut off the end of a ham before you bake it?”
Her grandmother replied ,”Well dear, it would never fit into my baking pan until I cut the end off.
Well, gee Impish, tell us how you really feel about it…
Hmmm, where’ve I heard that before?
Love that picture!
MY PHILOSOPHY OF HOUSECLEANING!
I don’t do windows because … I love birds and don’t want one to run into a clean window and get hurt.
I don’t wax floors because … I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I’ll feel terrible and they may sue me.
I don’t mind the dust bunnies because … They are very good company, I have named most of them, and they agree with everything I say.
I don’t disturb cobwebs because … I want every creature to have a home of their own.
I don’t Spring Clean because … I love all the seasons and don’t want the others to get jealous.
I don’t pull weeds in the garden because … I don’t want to get in God’s way, he is an excellent designer.
I don’t put things away because … My husband will never be able to find them again.
I don’t do gourmet meals when I entertain because … I don’t want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.
I don’t iron because … I choose to believe them when they say “Permanent Press”.
I don’t stress much on anything because … “A Type” personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol’ woman!!!!
Would it not stand to make sense that the reason Republicans think that guns are for protecting their family, for hunting, and for protecting themselves from a tyrannical government is because that’s what they use them for? Liberals, on the other hand, think guns are meant for murdering, because that’s what they use them for?
Jack was arrested for selling home-stilled whiskey. His lawyer put him on the stand and asked the jurors to look carefully at his client.
“Now, Ladies and Gentleman of the jury,” concluded the lawyer, “you’ve looked carefully at the defendant.
Can you sit there in the jury and honestly believe that if my client had a quart of whiskey he would sell it?”
He was acquitted.
Indiana?
The following are all replies that British women have put on Child Support Agency forms in the section for listing father’s details. These are genuine excerpts from the forms.
1. Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, child A was fathered by Jim Munson. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of child B, but I believe that he was conceived on the same night.
2. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.
3. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 36 Cherry Avenue where I had unprotected sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father can you send me his phone number? Thanks.
4. I don’t know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this area and see if he’s had it replaced.
5. I have never had sex with a man. I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son’s conception was immaculate and that he is Christ risen again.
6. I cannot tell you the name of child A’s dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the British economy. I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country. Please advise.
7. I do not know who the father of my child was as all squaddies look the same to me. I can confirm that he was a Royal Green Jacket.
8. Peter Smith is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC CDs?
Over the weekend I happened to catch a glimpse of some Dog of the Show as I flipped through the channels. The dog on the screen at the time was a white English sheepdog.
It was simply a mound of fur with four legs.
The judge was brushing back the dog’s hair so she could look at the animal’s eyes.
The TV announcer was explaining that each dog has to have its eyes checked to make sure they’re the right shape, color, etc., etc.
Another announcer chimed in with, “Well, plus the judge has to see if the dog HAS both of its eyes. ‘Cuz if you start combing through hair and you only see ONE eye . . . you’re looking at the wrong end of the dog.”
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Some people are extremely impressed when you tell them you’re a Navy SEAL.
Case in point: My grandson’s Kindergarten class on Career Day. I regaled them with stories of my exploits in the military. After I finished, hands shot up into the air all over the classroom. The kids were eager to ask questions.
One little girl asked, “Can you balance a ball on the end of your nose?”
This does not surprise me a single bit!
Breaking: The NY Times is sounding the alarm about the Obama Presidential Center disaster!
This isn’t coming from a conservative outlet.
This is the paper that spent eight years protecting Obama’s image, now describing his presidential center as a “muscular stone tower” that looks more like a shrine to power than a library.
And it is costing a stunning amount of money.
The project was originally expected to cost around $300 million to $500 million.
Now the price tag is about $850 million.
According to the Obama Foundation’s own 2023 tax filings, it has already spent $615 million.
That is more than half a billion dollars gone, and the doors still are not open.
At the same time, the people running this project are cashing in.
Valerie Jarrett, Obama’s closest adviser and now CEO of the foundation, was paid about $750,000 in a single year.
Another executive, Robbin Cohen, took home around $650,000.
And while donors thought they were funding a presidential library, more than $2 million was quietly sent to the Tides Network, a left wing nonprofit clearinghouse that funnels money to political causes.
So money meant to build the library is being moved around while costs explode and the public is told everything is “privately funded.”
Meanwhile, this “privately funded” project sits on 19 acres of public land in Jackson Park.
Land that belongs to the people of Chicago has been leased to the foundation for 99 years.
Trees have been cut down.
Roads have been torn up.
It has been nicknamed the “Obamalisk” and has a cold Soviet-style ugliness to it.
Residents are watching property taxes and rent go up while a concrete tower rises where their park used to be.
And here is the thing almost nobody talks about.
It is not even a real presidential library.
There are no archives on site.
The National Archives confirmed they will not store Obama’s physical documents there.
So this is not a library.
It is a monument.
A $850 million monument on public land, funded by donors, championed by elites, and overseen by people paying themselves more in a year than most Americans make in a decade.
Residents are calling it a “monstrosity.”
One woman told reporters it feels like their neighborhood is being carved out to make room for tourists and political power.
And now even the New York Times is asking why this building exists at this size and this cost when it does not even hold the presidential records it claims to honor.
These are the facts.
$850 million total cost.
$615 million already spent.
More than $2 million sent to the Tides Network.
Valerie Jarrett making about $750,000 a year.
Robbin Cohen making about $650,000.
Public land under a 99 year lease.
No presidential archives inside the building.
And a legacy project that is now being questioned by the very media that once defended it.
Okay, so that made me want to cry.
And so many of us are pretty mad about it!!!
A guy was bragging to his co-worker during their lunch break about how unbelievably hot his wife was.
He leaned back in his chair with a smug grin and said, “Man, my wife is gorgeous. Everywhere we go, heads turn. She’s got that perfect smile, flawless skin, and this walk that just stops traffic. I swear, every guy in the room gets jealous when she walks in.”
His co-worker nodded politely, trying to get a bite of his sandwich in while the guy kept going on and on.
“Honestly,” the braggart continued, “I don’t know how I got so lucky. I mean, she’s easily a ten out of ten. You should see her when she dresses up. People think I’m some kind of celebrity or something!”
Finally, the co-worker put down his coffee, smiled, and said, “Oh, yeah? I saw your wife the other day picking you up from work. If you think your wife is hot, you should see my wife.”
The guy raised an eyebrow, a little threatened. “Oh yeah? What, she’s even hotter?”
The co-worker took a slow sip of his coffee, then calmly replied, “No, she’s an optometrist.”
And the truth hurts, don’t it!
And that’s it my dear friends. I hope to have another one knocked out this weekend since next week at work is going to be … let’s say exciting.
So we got our first snow of the season today. It’s snowing right now. They are calling for up to 2 inches by morning. I guess that’s a good thing for us not working.
They are also doing a rare Sunday night Senate meeting (yes, it’s now Sunday night) and “test vote” to possibly open back up the government. Am I skeptical? Does a dragon burn down villages?
I have the news on muted in the background and they have a scroll up and it says FED. GOV. SHUTDOWN 39 Days, 16 Hours, 47 Minutes, 15 Seconds.
PLEASE!
Tomorrow is the day before Veterans Day. They need to get their heads out of their butts. While we wait to hear …
They’re having WAY TOO MUCH FUN!!!
Okay, is this instructional?
Friggin’ Pete sent us this next one:
I’m not gonna freeze this winter, look what I picked up for only $250! I can’t wait to fire this baby up!
Fake news. My brother’s ex-wife upon waking on a normal morning before putting on her makeup.
Tom was so excited about his promotion to Vice President of the company he worked for and kept bragging about it to his wife for weeks on end.
Finally she couldn’t take it any longer, and told him, “Listen, it means nothing, they even have a vice president of peas at the grocery store!”
“Really?” he said. Not sure if this was true or not, Tom decided to call the grocery store.
A clerk answers and Tom says, “Can I please talk to the Vice President of peas?”
The clerk replies, “Canned or frozen?”
Stupid should hurt. Why is it that we stopped making stupid hurt for not only our kids, but for our fellow adults? No cash bonds are the perfect example of letting stupid not hurt.
Yeah, that’s what it is.
Rosie, the pretty, attractive nurse in charge of the cardiac desk, took her troubles to a resident psychiatrist in the hospital where she worked.
“Doc, you got to help me,” Ro pleaded. “It has gotten so that every time I date one of the young doctors here, I end up in bed with them. And then afterward, I feel guilty and depressed for a week.”
“I see,” nodded the psychiatrist. “And you, no doubt, want me to strengthen your willpower and resolve in this matter.”
“For God’s sake, NO!” exclaimed Ro.
“I want you to fix it so I won’t feel guilty and depressed afterward.”
At a country-club party a young man was introduced to an attractive girl. Right away he began flattering her outrageously. The girl liked the young man, but she was taken aback by his fast and ardent pitch. She was amazed when after 30 minutes he seriously proposed marriage.
“Look,” she said. “We only met a half hour ago. There is no way you could be so sure. We don’t know a thing about each other.”
“You’re wrong,” the young man declared. “For the past 5 years I’ve been working in the bank where your father has his accounts.
New Orleans lawyer sought an Mortgage loan for a client. He was told the loan would be granted if he could prove satisfactory title to a parcel of property being offered as collateral.
The title to the property dated back to 1803, which took the Lawyer three months to track down.
After sending the information to the mortgage company, he received the following reply (actual letter):
“Upon review of your letter adjoining your client’s loan application, we note that the request is supported by an Abstract of Title.
While we compliment the able manner in which you have prepared and presented the application, we must point out that you have only cleared title to the proposed collateral property back to 1803.
Before final approval can be accorded, it will be necessary to clear the title back to its origin.”
Annoyed, the lawyer responded as follows (actual letter):
“Your letter regarding title in Case No. 189156 has been received.
I note that you wish to have title extended further than the 194 years covered by the present application.
I was unaware that any educated person in this country, particularly those working in the property area, would not know that Louisiana was purchased, by the U.S., from France in 1803, the year of origin identified in our application.
For the edification of uninformed mortgage company bureaucrats, the title to the land prior to U.S. ownership was obtained from France, which had acquired it by Right of Conquest from Spain.
The land came into the possession of Spain by Right of Discovery made in the year 1492 by a sea captain named Christopher Columbus, who had been granted the privilege of seeking a new route to India by the Spanish monarch, Isabella.
The good queen, Isabella, being pious woman and almost as careful about titles as the mortgage company took the precaution of securing the blessing of the Pope before she sold her jewels to finance Columbus’ expedition.
Now the Pope, as I’m sure you may know, is the emissary of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, and God, it is commonly accepted, created this world.
Therefore, I believe it is safe to presume that God also made that part of the world called Louisiana.
God, therefore, would be the owner of origin and His origins date back, to before the beginning of time, the world as we know it AND the mortgage company.
I hope you at the mortgage company find God’s original claim to be satisfactory.
Now, may we have our loan?”
The loan was approved.
Truer words have NEVER been written!
I wouldn’t know…I eat things that eat vegetables.
Thanks to Joe for one of the most comprehensive lists I’ve seen:
Murphy’s Technology Laws
You can never tell which way the train went by looking at the track. Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence. Whenever a system becomes completely defined, some damn fool discovers something which either abolishes the system or expands it beyond recognition.
Technology is dominated by those who manage what they do not understand. If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, then the first woodpecker that came along would destroy civilization.
The opulence of the front office decor varies inversely with the fundamental solvency of the firm. The attention span of a computer is only as long as it electrical cord. An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing. Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he’ll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he’ll have to touch to be sure.
All great discoveries are made by mistake. Always draw your curves, then plot your reading. Nothing ever gets built on schedule or within budget. All’s well that ends. A meeting is an event at which the minutes are kept and the hours are lost. The first myth of management is that it exists. A failure will not appear till a unit has passed final inspection. New systems generate new problems. To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer. We don’t know one millionth of one percent about anything. Any given program, when running, is obsolete. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. A computer makes as many mistakes in two seconds as 20 men working 20 years make. The faster a computer is, the faster it will reach a crashed state. Nothing motivates a man more than to see his boss putting in an honest day’s work. Some people manage by the book, even though they don’t know who wrote the book or even what book. The primary function of the design engineer is to make things difficult for the fabricator and impossible for the serviceman.
To spot the expert, pick the one who predicts the job will take the longest and cost the most. After all is said and done, a hell of a lot more is said than done. Any circuit design must contain at least one part which is obsolete, two parts which are unobtainable and three parts which are still under development.
A complex system that works is invariably found to have evolved from a simple system that works. If mathematically you end up with the incorrect answer, try multiplying by the page number. Computers are unreliable, but humans are even more unreliable. Any system which depends on human reliability is unreliable.
Give all orders verbally. Never write anything down that might go into a “Pearl Harbour File.” Under the most rigorously controlled conditions of pressure, temperature, volume, humidity, and other variables the organism will do as it damn well pleases.
If you can’t understand it, it is intuitively obvious. The more cordial the buyer’s secretary, the greater the odds that the competition already has the order. In designing any type of construction, no overall dimension can be totaled correctly after 4:30 p.m. on Friday. The correct total will become self-evident at 8:15 a.m. on Monday.
Fill what’s empty. Empty what’s full. And scratch where it itches. All things are possible except skiing through a revolving door. The only perfect science is hind-sight. Work smarder and not harder and be careful of yor speling. If it’s not in the computer, it doesn’t exist. If an experiment works, something has gone wrong. When all else fails, read the instructions. If there is a possibility of several things going wrong the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong.
Everything that goes up must come down.- Any instrument when dropped will roll into the least accessible corner. Any simple theory will be worded in the most complicated way. Build a system that even a fool can use and only a fool will want to use it. The degree of technical competence is inversely proportional to the level of management. Any attempt to print Murphy’s laws will jam the printer.
FINALLY! Late last night the Senate finally took the first step in opening back up the government! It’s liable to take a few days, some people are saying up to next week. Today, as I write this, it is Monday, 10 November, the day before Veterans Day, but you should be reading this on Saturday the 15th. So, by the time you are reading this we should know when I will be back to work!
And more IMPORTANTLY, when I will be getting paid! I’m telling you folks, I am right down to the bare bones here. I can make it another month or so if I have to … I have plans in place, I’m not a
but those are plans that I don’t want to have to dump into, if you know what I mean.
And since we’re doing updates, remember this picture:
Many, many of you campers piped up and identified it as the Pocket Fisherman from RONCO. Ron Ropeil’s famous (infamous?) company from the 70’s. Great job guys. I got it wrong.
Aussie Pete or Friggin’ Pete? Either one, right!
Another one from Joe…
Murphy’s Laws on work
Everything can be filed under ‘miscellaneous’.
Never delay the ending of a meeting or the beginning of a cocktail hour.
To err is human, to forgive is not company policy.
Important letters that contain no errors will develop errors in the mail.
There is never enough time to do it right the first time, but there is always enough time to do it over.
If you are good, you will be assigned all the work. If you are really good, you will get out of it.
If it wasn’t for the last minute, nothing would get done.
At work, the authority of a person is inversely proportional to the number of pens that person is carrying.
No one gets sick on Wednesdays.
The longer the title, the less important the job.
Once a job is fouled up, anything done to improve it makes it worse.
Success is just a matter of luck, just ask any failure.
My mom got mad at my dad the other day and went shopping to relieve her irritation… When she returned home she informed him that she had purchased ten new dresses…
“Ten!” he hollered, “What could any woman want with ten new dresses??”
My mom calmly replied, “Ten new pairs of shoes.”
Sigh…those were the days…
Click on this link. Some of these pictures are WILD! If clicking on the title doesn’t work, try clicking HERE.
And that’s it my friends. I’m going to try and get a couple of these issues ahead because when I go back to work I think I’m going to be a LITTLE busy getting things caught up. May our dear Lord bless you and keep you until we meet again.
So the elections are over, the democrats got what they wanted, now let’s see how long it takes them to open back up the government…because we all agree that this is becoming stupid. Now they are saying that even though it is LAW that we are supposed to be paid for the time we have missed that we may NOT be paid. That would really hurt a lot of us. We shall see. I’m so tired of this nonsense. So VERY tired.
I gotta laff, ya’ll.
Let’s start with these really cool inventions!
Not quite the see-thru toaster we were talking about last time, but still pretty cool!
Faith takes you through the storm so you can get to the wonderful things on the other side of the storm.
ABILENE, Texas — A local funeral home is suing Southwestern Bell Telephone Co. for $311,000 for listing the funeral home in the Yellow Pages under ‘Frozen Foods-Wholesale.’
Yeah…we’re stuck on a theme. This is what happens when your memes get filed arranged alphabetically by accident.
A mouse looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package.
What food might it contain? He was aghast to discover that it was a mouse trap.
Retreating to the farmyard the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mouse trap in the house, a mouse trap in the house! ”
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Excuse me, Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mouse trap in the house, a mouse trap in the house!”
I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse,” sympathized the pig, “but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured that you are in my prayers.”
The mouse turned to the cow. She said, “Like wow, Mr. Mouse. A mouse trap. Like I am in grave danger. Duh…NOT!”
So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mouse trap alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a mouse trap catching its prey.
The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught.
In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital. She returned home with a fever.
Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient.
His wife’s sickness continued so that friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer’s wife did not get well and a few days later she passed away.
So many people came for her funeral, that the farmer had the cow slaughtered, to provide meat for all of them to eat.
So the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it does not concern you, remember that when there is a mouse trap in the house, the whole farmyard is at risk.
What a wonderful story.
Rearranged the folder so we won’t get all Aussie memes…cause there’s a lot. LOL!
Mr. See owned a saw. And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw. Now See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw Before Soar saw See, Which made Soar sore. Had Soar seen See’s saw Before See sawed Soar’s seesaw, See’s saw would not have sawed Soar’s seesaw. So See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw. But it was sad to see Soar so sore Just because See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw!
Okay, it got reset when I came back and I’m not going to worry about it.
I almost got thrown out of my sister-in-law’s house one year at the holidays.
I told them that I was thinking of opening a restaurant (I did this with a straight face, so they thought I was serious).
Her and her family at the time were vegetarians, but I said I was going to open a restaurant that specialized in venison dishes.
I was going to call it, “The Buck Stops Here,” and my slogan was going to be, “Bambi: You’ve seen the movie. Now, eat the star!”
And that’s it for another one my friends. May God Bless you and keep you and smile His face upon you.
Today is Veterans Day. A day specially set aside to honor our military members who have volunteered to put their lives between the evil in this world and all the rest. About 1% of the American population serves in the military to protect the other 99%, many of which have lost their lives in doing so. Although we have a different holiday to celebrate them, that’s Memorial Day.
Veterans Day is a day to celebrate the men and women who are serving or who have served in uniform. We owe them a great debt. The way we treat our Veterans is shameful. A quick search shows that in 2024 over 32,000 vets were homeless (and they called that a historic low!)
These proud men and women deserve so much more. It breaks my heart. I could go on for hours, ranting about how poorly the military has been treated over the years. Even as I’m writing this, they are working without benefit of pay. You don’t ever want them (us) until you need them; and then you expect them to dance to your tune.
Okay, this is a celebration of the Veteran, not a rant, so I’m going to move on. My apologies. I’m so very proud to be counted as a member of this wonderful group of men and women.
When I do the math, asking how many people have been here since 1776, it comes out to about 8% of the population who have served since 1776…if that number can be trusted. Which goes along with what I read once.
It makes sense. There are more people serving through war then in peace. Currently, 1%.
NOBODY joins the military to get rich You do it for very special reasons, most having to do with a higher goal of country before self (even when your country is not taking care of you) You definitely don’t do it for the money.
LOL! I still have my blood type tag on my key chain, and on my backpack and made Izzy get herself typed and now she carries a tag on her key chain.
Old habits …
I would LOVE to hear the story behind that letter!
And that’s it my friends. I don’t know what else I can say. The last meme kind of says it all. To all my brothers and sisters who served …
I’m proud to be counted among your number. May you have a peaceful and comforting day and may Our Dear God in Heaven Bless you all with love and happiness until we meet again.
Dragon Laffs 