Well I haven't posted in this Blog in some time. Kinda forgot about it. 

March 7, 2021

Why are so willing to lay down and roll over for just a few emotionally hurt people?

Why don't the teacher teach from home while allowing the students to come to school if their so afraid? Simple solution, TV monitor in front of the classroom, teach starts the class, monitors come in to ensure that student are ready and if their any issues. These monitors can be anyone who been vetted, no BS degree required.

Always nice to hear good news....

Always nice to hear good news whether its at home or away

HOA Gone Wild

Nobody's available

George Phillips, an elderly man, from Meridian , Mississippi , was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?" He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me. Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available." George said, "Okay." He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again. "Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them." and he hung up.

Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.

One of the Policemen said to George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"

George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"

Colonscopy by Dave Barry

If you've had one you'll understand and if you haven't, your time is coming.

This is from newshound Dave Barry's colonoscopy journal:

I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis .. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!'

I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America 's enemies. I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with fewer flavors. Then, in the evening, I took the moviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, and then you fill it with lukewarm water.
(For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug.

This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon. The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground. MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt.

You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet. After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous.

Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough. At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said.

Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked. Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house. When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist.

I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate. 'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like. I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.

ABOUT THE WRITER Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald. On the subject of Colonoscopies...

Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:
1. 'Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going where no man has gone before!
2. 'Find Amelia Earhart yet?'
3. 'Can you hear me NOW?'
4. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'
5. 'You know, in Arkansas , we're now legally married.'
6. 'Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?'
7. 'You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out...'
8. 'Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!'
9. 'If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!
10. 'Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.'
11. 'You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?'
12. 'God, now I know why I am not gay.'
And the best one of all.
13. 'Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?'

Snow in Davidson

Snow in Davidson, NC. We had 4 1/2 inches. Closed down everything.

A Pastor with Guts

There might be hope yet!



A Pastor with GUTS!

Thought you might enjoy this interesting prayer given in Kansas at the opening session of their Senate. It seems prayer still upsets some people. When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard:

Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done.

We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.

We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.

We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.

We have killed our unborn and called it choice

We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.

We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem..

We have abused power and called it politics.

We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition .

We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.

We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.

Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.

Amen!


The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked out during the prayer in protest. In 6 short weeks, Central Christian Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than 5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls responding negatively. The church is now receiving international requests for copies of this prayer from India , Africa and Korea .

Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, 'The Rest of the Story,'and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired.


With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called 'one nation under God.'

If possible, please pass this prayer on to your friends. 'If you don't stand for something, you will fall for everything.'

Vacation at our Winter Estate in Ashville, NC

Here we are at our vacation estate in Ashville, NC.

Yellow Jackets and Concrete

Ever have one of those days, well I thought I would describe one of mine. It was in August 2007, I set out to do some planting on a nice Sunday afternoon with some “Lilly of the Valley” plants that my mother had given me from our last weekend visit. I started out by asking my wife where I should plant all these lilies that we had obtained. After some thought, she suggested planting along the wooded area near our driveway. Sounded like as good a spot as any to me, so I grabbed the old post-hole diggers and starting at one end of the driveway and proceeded to dig some 8 inch deep holes about two feet apart. My plan was to dig up the dirt at each spot to loosen it and then come back to remove the dirt and place in the lilies and the replace the loose dirt after I had created enough holes. I was on or about the eighth holes which happen to be near a small maple tree, when I hit a root. I determined that harder strokes on the post-hole digger would be required to cut through the small roots. I was on the third strike when I noticed a slight stinging sensation on my left leg near my knee, no mind, I am getting old er and this must be a new pain to add to my list of complaints. I continue with another strike, and then I saw a yellow flash of something land on my right check near my mouth. It then it occurred to me that this was no ordinary flash, but a flying hellcat which was determined to bring me down. This thing did not leave with the normal shoeing of my hand as most flying pest do, no no this little daemon from hell proceeded to continue its attack on my face as well as the ones attacking my left leg. At this point a few seconds has passed, seems like minutes, my brain kicked into gear, "hey dummy, run!". I dropped the post-hole diggers which give the other daemons an object to attack and I jumped back and proceeded to make my hasty escape. I was about 12 feet from the hole when my feet now having a mind of their own had determined there own path to take and my mind with rest of my body had determined another. So of course I went down, hard, on the concrete driveway. Luckily I used my bare hands to take the impact of the fall to avoid smashing my face into the driveway, the other reason to wear gloves which I totally not doing. At this point, I rolled and came to a sitting position. To my dismay that daemon spawned from who knows where was still attacking my face while his companions had seen I had indeed falling and was away from their nest had left me to attack the post-hole digger. I had to do what I had to do, only few more seconds had passed, it felt like 20 minutes, I slapped my face to stun the little guy into realizing that I was actually bigger and could indeed obliterate him. He swung around my face a second or two more and I guess he either didn’t like my little slap or he notice I was officially out of bounds and away from his nest, so he flew away looking for the next target, the post-hole digger. Well I jumped up in any case looking over at my wife who at this point was thinking that I was having a heart attack and yelled bees, waving her away in case the little hellcats might consider her their new target. As I survey the damage walking toward my wife I notice both hands had scrapes and my little finger was throbbing a bit more than usual. But all in all I was ok. The next day I felt it a bit more of the tumble, some body pain. Let me tell you having you upper layers of skin removed from your palms kinda hurts. But that night I had my revenge with a little gas party, the stuff works wonders, not too much mind you, just a little… I wanted to light it, but that being a dumb idea and sense were in a drought at the time and with the dry leaves in the wooded area by the driveway, I figure I wouldn’t press my luck.

So you have to wonder what someone could learn from this experience. I had some of the right tools, the knowledge to complete the task, the resources to get the job done, but I was lacking some basic but important equipment and did not analyze the environment before starting. For instance if I had worn the proper shoes I may not have stumbled when I ran. If I had worn gloves I would have avoid the scraps to my hands when I fell. If I had just taken a moment to look and survey the environment before starting the effort I might have seen the yellow jackets nest and taken steps to correct that problem without injury to myself and my pride. So make sure you know what is expected, the environment you are about to go into and ensure the tools and skills are all available before you begin.