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Memas

December 21, 2012

I think it is time we call Christmas, Memas. Lets face the truth. When Old Blue Eyes said I want it my way he was ahead of his time.

 

Today we both want and demand it our way. When growing up, I made a list of what you wanted for Christmas.

 

Mama  smiled, We’ll see what Santa thinks.” When you walked out the room she threw the list in the trash and got you what she could afford.

 

When you looked under the tree you forgot about what you ask for and was over joyed with what you received. Today people ask for money or cards where they can get what they want. They call ahead and let you know what they expect for Christmas dinner.

 

Can you imagine telling your grandmother what you would and wouldn’t eat.

 

Now take it to the next step. In our city the mayor decided to call the Christmas parade a mid-winter parade. One atheist said he refused to watch anything that had Christ in it.

 

I wrote the mayor and said I did liked the name and that I actually paid taxes. He somehow found out that I was a W.A.S.P. and didn’t take my request seriously. In case you don’t know what a wasp is. White Anglo-Saxon Protestant.

 

Then there are governors that say I like the name winter tree better so the rest of you can suck a lemon.

 

The president the congress and the senate all say me, me, me. Screw all of you tax payers. Don’t bother to tell me one side or the other is right. They are wrong and can’t any of them speak a whole sentence without using me or I.

 

You can’t get rid of your family but I just can’t understand why we keep reelecting these idiots.

 

If I don’t write again, have a Merry Christmas. Yes I said it and I mean it. If you don’t like it, don’t except it.

 

One last thing, are any of you allowing your children to set in the Mid Winter Man’s lap. Even sounds freaky doesn’t it.

 

 

 mother,

Christmas Love Notes

December 18, 2012

I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.

 

Hi Sweetheart, 

I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Holiday lights.  I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something.  I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy.  All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season.  Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights!  I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink. 

Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday.  I’ll be home later. 

Love you 

gary
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Her response -
   

Hi Honey, 
 
Thank you for that heart-felt apology.  I don’t often get an apology from you, and I truly appreciate it.
  I, too, felt bad about the argument and wanted to apologize.  I realize that I can sometimes be a little pushy.  I will try to respect your feelings from now on.  Thank you for taking the time to hang the holiday lights for me.  It really means a lot.  In the spirit of giving, I washed your truck for you; and now I am off to the mall. 

I love you too! 

Pam
 
 
 
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Too Soon For Christmas

November 25, 2012

Christmas starts a little too early at my house. It actually starts the day after Thanksgiving to be exact. My wife loves Christmas. You might even call her a Christmas Addict.
Typically I have to work the Friday after Thanksgiving. That means I get to miss out on all the decorating. This year I was off so guess how I spent my Friday morning.
If you haven’t guessed, I will tell you. Hand me that, tack this there. Move it to the right. That is too far move it back some the other way. Not that way, the other way. Then there was get that down. Be careful with that.
Yes my friends, for me work is where I belong on black and dark Friday.
The afternoon was spent looking through piles of stomped on items at the mall. To her credit she did take me to a very nice restaurant. I had a bowl of soup and a $15.00 hamburger. I don’t guess any one told this place that it was Black Friday and they needed to reduce their prices.
Saturday night we went to a little town about twenty miles away. It is Canton Mississippi. It is a small little country town. To its credit there have been several movies made there. They call their self the city of lights. I guess the town square of lights simply wouldn’t sound as appealing.
The town happens to be the county seat. That means there is a very old court-house in the center of the town square. Unlike most little sleepy Mississippi towns ever store is filled. This tiny little town has 324 restaurants in it. I looked it up. The people are truly happy and fat. That of course is my kind of place.
Starting on Black Friday night until January the first every year the square turns into a huge Christmas scene.
My photography is almost as bad as my writing, yet I still decided to attach a couple of pics.










Thanksgiving Poem

November 17, 2012

As crazy as the world is today we may not be around come Thanksgiving. I will go ahead and post this one just a little early and not take the chance.

Suppose the gobbler said to his hen?

Go out and chop the old man’s head off.

You know the one with the flowing beard.

The fat one that is strutting around so weird.

I want you to cook him golden tan.

Make sure there is lots of juice in the pan.

 Silly me, you know how I like my man.

Suppose the hen said to the gobbler?

Dear, I invited Bambi for dinner.

Oh great Honey, Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same without her.

What if Bambi had a gun?

Would all the hunters run?

What if the turkey had an axe?

Would you possibly wax?

Happy holidays

 

 

 

No Texting Please

November 12, 2012

Times sure have changed. My wife and I took my grandson out to a fairly nice restaurant the other night. It was a hibachi grill. Everyone sat around and talked and watched the chief.

Not really, that is how it would have happened a few years ago. This time my wife and I talked while everyone else at the table played on their phone. I mean everyone.

I don’t even know why the poor chief went to the trouble of doing all the tricks with the knives and spatchlers. Besides Pam and myself, no one else looked up.

When the food was placed on the plates most had to finish their texting before they could even eat.

I suppose I am getting old but whatever happen to talking to the person you are with?

I have a question. When I was in my teens, we went parking. This meant finding a secluded place and fog up some windows. What do they do now? Text someone else and talk about romance.

I agree with Einstein. You will see his comment in the last photo.




WHAT DID YOUR GRANDPARENTS LOOK LIKE

November 2, 2012

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Upon A October Eve

October 25, 2012

It’s too early for Halloween but not too early to get in the mood. Hope you enjoy this story about a man and his brand new knife.

I took a walk last October eve

Hoping a ghost I might catch sight

The moon had not yet rose on this strange night

Suddenly I froze

I was scared to the tip of my toes

There in front of me appeared two eyes

Surely they must belonged to the dead

I suddenly wanted to be home in bed with the covers over my head

These spears of terror moved ever so slow, I imagined them belonging to a troll

I was now frozen in my tracks

Not able to will myself to turn back

From the darkness appeared a knife

I smiled with relief, when I saw it was only my wife

Still in shock I answered, “Hello wife”

“Goodbye” and with that she stabbed me with my knife

Let this be a lesson

Don’t enter the woods in October without your Smith and Wesson

If you do the ghost you desire to hear go boo

May just end up being you

A wife that you thought so true

May find herself feeling a little blue

Then when you least expect it, the blade will slice without a clue

I must close now, for I am on the path to hell

I hear my name chime with each toll of the bell

I am sure the devil can’t wait to hear this twisted tale

Good bye life

Good bye my wife

Be sure to wipe clean my new knife

 

 

 

 

 

 

God Always Makes A Way, Sometimes It Is A Strange Way

July 29, 2012

Dear Son,

This year the ground is extra hard. It has been weeks since we have seen any rain. You are in prison and I am too old to break the clots. There want be any potatoes planted this year.

Your Daddy

 

Dear Dad,

For goodness, sakes don’t be messing with that potato patch. That is where I buried all the dead bodies.

 

Your Son

 

The next day the FBI and several other Federal Agencies showed up and turned every bit of dirt in the potato patch. They found nothing and quietly left the property rather embarrassed.

 

2 days later

Dear Dad,

Sorry I couldn’t be there to turn the potato patch for you.  I hope the people I sent did a good job.

Your Son

 

 

 

 

SOLAR FLARES AND OBAMA CARE

July 13, 2012

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I can’t say I know enough about Obama Care to say that I dislike it. With this said though my common sense tells me any thing the government get involved in will end badly.

I think of the camel sticking his noise in the tent. If he isn’t stopped he will shortly have his whole body in. The same with government and my life. 

First they regulate just a little of what you are doing and soon they have taken over.

I base this on my own personal experience. I could write for hours on how screwd up the fed is but you most likely have heard it before. Good example though. NASA says to expect a possible large sunspoot. NOAH on the other hand says it is nothing to worry about.

Another example follows about two doctors. You might find this of interest. Especially if you like Obama Care.

Tale of two Doctors

Two  patients limp into two different medical clinics with the same  complaint. Both have trouble walking and appear to require hip surgery.

The  FIRST patient is examined within the hour, is x-rayed the same day
and has a time booked for surgery the following week.

The  SECOND sees his family doctor after waiting 3 weeks for an
appointment, then waits 8 weeks to see a specialist, then gets an  x-ray, which isn’t
reviewed for another week and finally has his  surgery scheduled for 6
months from then pending the review boards  decision on his age and remaining
value to society.

Why the  different treatment for the two patients?

The FIRST is a  Golden Retriever taken to a vet. The SECOND is a Senior
Citizen on  Obama care…

In November if he and his Czars get another term we’ll all have to find a
good  vet.

 

THE BIG EASY

June 13, 2012

There was time in my life that I thought New Orleans was the greatest city in the world. I could just see myself riding the street cars to work every day. I would have lived in the French Quarter of course.

 

I suppose age has changed my mind about New Orleans. That and the fact I have been enough times I now realized life for the people who live; there is not the same as the tourist like myself just visiting.

 

Still though, I can honestly say there is no where else like New Orleans. I am not a big traveler, but I have visited New York, Atlanta, Chicago and few other cities. Yes, I have even stayed at the Peabody in Memphis. Still, nothing holds a candle to the Big Easy.

 

When in Dallas, I found the people there loved Texas. People that live in New Orleans love Louisiana, but they adore their beloved home-town New Orleans.

With all that said. I must say at the ripe old age of sixty two the city I so loved at one time looks different to me today. Damn old age. It rings all the fun out of everything.

 

I now am in somewhat agreement with Larry the Cable Man,

not totally, just kind of.

He said the following.

 

Even after the Super Bowl victory of the New Orleans Saints, I have noticed a large number of people, implying with bad jokes and anecdotes, that Loozianna Cajuns ain’t smart. I would like to state, for the record, that I disagree with that assessment. Anybody who would build a city 5 feet below sea level in a hurricane zone and fill it with Democrats who can’t swim is a damn genius.

 

The more I think about the subject. My thinking is somewhere between being twenty-one again and Larry the Cable Man.

 

They say you are once an adult and twice a child. Maybe some day I will be a Democrat again and in love with the Big Easy.


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