Thursday, February 26, 2009

Here it comes

Hang on gun fans, here it comes! The ball has started rolling and is picking up speed and soon we'll all be lucky to have BB guns in our Obamanation. Second Amendment, Schmecond Amendment! Better buy 'em now while you can! Let me know what you purchase.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

My most beautiful

And the award goes to...'53 Buick Convertible! I love the chrome. I love the lines. Two doors and still huge! Eye candy at its height!

Gotta love stupid-funny rednecks!

If you brand your cattle with spray paint, you might be a redneck!

If you take your bull to senior prom, you might be a redneck!

If you tattoo your girlfriend's initials on the side of your bull, you might be a redneck!

If you drive a 3/4 ton Pontiac, you might be a redneck!

It's hard to see her but Cody Shane's girlfriend is still in the passenger seat.

Good friends, good church, good grief!

Everybody has a bad day every once in a while. Sometimes that day can stretch into weeks or months and we've all been there. Well, anybody with teenagers has probably been there. This week has been pretty good. Last week was one of the worst I've ever had. Several times this week I've wondered what people do that don't have Jesus in their lives and don't have Christian friends and a good church to come beside them and hold them up. Where do people go when they need help and advice and wisdom? Do you have friends that would pray for you in the middle of the night? Do you have friends that will come to your house just to sit with you or help you do things that you could do by yourself but don't want to? I do. I have friends like that. I have friends that take time out of their busy, stressful day to help me, council me, or just text me to let me know they were praying for me. All I can say is, thank you. Thank you so much!

Job 2:11-13

Rules to live by...

You can debate all day long whether these apply to you or not and hopefully you will never have to figure it out but if this ever happened I hope you can remember the rules. Maybe you have seen them before...

And if I seem to be looking at you funny, it's because I'm remembering #21.

Thanks DT

Monday, February 16, 2009

My point is...

Ok, yea, thanks for the input on the last post, "Interesting Article". Evidently I was the only one who found it interesting. So anyhow, here's my point which I got from the comments section of the linked article: Even with my Concealed Handgun Permit, there are certain places that it is illegal for me to carry my gun and yet I have to admit that unless there is a metal detector at the door, I'm probably carrying. Not everywhere, but most places. And the only way you will ever know if I'm carrying is if I have to pull it out to save a life and there is no other way. I am trained and prepared, knowing the consequences and the benefits and I would rather face a jury of my peers than have a good guy get killed (me or you). So, that's my point.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Catholics get all the cool stuff!

I don't think Baptists even have any patron saints much less this one. We do have Bacon Explosions though and I think that's better.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Storytime in parts

--Part VII--

The human body is an amazing machine of self-preservation. When the vocal cords detect the presence of water or other liquid they sometimes will constrict causing a partial blocking of breathing in which, in the case of near drowning, the situation can last just long enough to block any water from entering the lungs and enable a person to survive for a few seconds under water even if it is unexpected. The condition, laryngospasm, is exactly what happened to Marilyn in the few seconds she was in the creek. Scared, wet and confused, she pulled herself up the other bank and sat down and cried. The clandestine creek had swollen in recent rains that also enabled a growth spurt in the tall grass which made the rivulet almost invisible to Marilyn as she had run out of the barn. Her realization of it failed to make her feel any better, though, and now her situation was dire indeed.

Her mother did not know what kind of dire situation her daughter was in but she now knew that she was missing. After Officer Blunt had taken Ike to the jail, he called Marilyn's mother and told her what he knew of the situation. He assured her that Marilyn would be home soon and that everything would be fine and he was pretty sure that he was not lying to the woman but mainly wanted to make her feel better by saying it. Nobody knew where she was or if she was okay or not but how do you say that to a mother? To be honest, he had not had time to think about Marilyn since the Ike incident. His day since that event had been gorged with interviews of town folk, phone calls, paperwork and other investigation as well as visits to the medical examiner, the chief of police and the mayor. Blunt's first murder investigation was wearing him out but he knew that Marilyn's mother would be anxious to hear about her.

In the meantime, Teddy was quite excited about this new aspect of the adventure. Neither he nor Marilyn knew how to get to the other one without walking what seemed like miles down the creek until it was shallow enough for her to walk across it to him. She did what she had to do to get to him and then fell down next to him exhausted and buried her face in the fur of his neck and let all of her weariness and frustration wet his collar. He sensed her agony and sat still next to his friend until she finally relaxed and lay down next to him. Pretty soon both were asleep in the grass.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Bullet Bob and why I don't care about the Super Bowl

One does not read this blog for the sports. You have probably noticed. The Olympics were pretty interesting because you don't get to see that kind of stuff very often and I like to watch rodeos but other than that, there's not much room in my life for televised sports. I can appreciate how much effort goes into such games but I'm just really not interested anymore.

I saw in the news that "Bullet" Bob Hayes was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame this week and it hit me that the reason I lost interest in the game started with him. He was actually my hero when I was in grade school. I had his poster on my wall over my bed and loved to pretend that I was as fast as he was when I ran. He motivated me as a boy of about 6 or 7 to run hard and play hard and enjoy the game of football more than any other game. I wanted to be just like "Bullet" Bob.

I don't remember how old I was exactly when I heard the news that Bob Hayes had been arrested on drug charges. Looking back on it, what he did was not too uncommon for today's world including sports heroes but back in the day when I was just a young boy wanting to be like that man, what he did was unthinkable. I vividly remember going into my room and slowly taking down his poster from my wall and folding it up and putting it in the trash. I was devistated.

I went on to play football in middle school and high school and loved the game much more than it loved me. You know the joke, "I may be short but I'm slow!" That was me and so I knew pretty quick that my future in football was short-lived. I still enjoyed watching the game some, it was just that seeing grown men abuse the system that put them there, go on strike for more money and use all kinds of drugs and all that stupid stuff just put a bad taste in my mouth for professional games.

This isn't about bashing Bob Hayes. I just don't care who wins the Super Bowl today. I am all about the Super Bowl party that I'm about to go to. Who knows, maybe they will even have some good commercials?

Things I would rather be doing than watching the Super Bowl: