Sunday Is As Sunday Does

It was a peaceful day in Mudville, as the worship team took the podium. One song, two, three, then four, all with harmonies and right notes galore, no tension, no stress. There were laughs, gaffes, and side splitting stories, and all in all it was a GOOD DAY.
It’s about durned time.
I am off to a [...]

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Gitmo Solution?

It occurred to me that if their own nations won’t take them back, there IS a solution to the Guantanamo prisoner debacle – short of shooting them, of course, which is what we should have done instead of capturing them. We give them a rather well-used parachute and fly them over their homelands. *SHOVE*
Problem solved.

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With Apologies and Revelations

First of all, if you visited and needed a password to view the last post, I turned chicken on it and locked it up. I was afraid the subject would read it and get mad. Turns out he got mad anyway without knowing the post existed, so it didn’t matter, but I’m still not interested [...]

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Protected: One Step Forward…One or Two Crushed Guitars.

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

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Get Thee to a Punnery

I have a confession to make. I? Read the comics. Religiously. I KNOW, I KNOW. I’m proving the reading level of my blog every time I out myself about things like that. WhatEV. A LOT of information can be gleaned from comic strips. Frazz (on comics.com) has improved my vocabulary. Pearls Before Swine makes me [...]

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Zoe’s Jungle in Full Swing

My children, they crack me. They also repulse me with their propensity to imitate their larger cousins, but thankfully today had a happy ending.

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Flea, YOU Did This.

Flea rocks. Seriously. If you came from her site, you know this already. If you don’t, get thee hence. Today she led me to the edge of the YouTube cliff and, without hesitating, pushed my butt OFF. Right over the edge. So thoughtful of her, doncha think?  I’m stealing her thunder by showing you where [...]

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Just Another Evening

The boyz love to be with me. Click to biggify.
Usually I’m in the empty space, and whoever is in Frankie’s spot is propped or draped on my leg. There may or may not be a girl on the floor at my feet. No wonder I can’t breathe. Ack! But what a wonderful way to suffocate, [...]

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Are You SURE She Means ME?

Um, I think most of you know by now that my opinion of myself is rather low on the scale.  It may or may not have been suggested that my brain be airbrushed to give me some semblance of self-esteem. In spite of that, I reported a few weeks ago that I have possibly made [...]

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SHHHH.

*I’m whispering, cuz there’s something in the room with me that I can’t see, and I don’t want it to hear me. If I can’t see it, how do I know it’s there, you ask? Because Frankie the Leaner is staring at the door, then the ceiling, then across the room, and his eyes and [...]

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